Gay Bapak Novels & Stories

he murmured, voice low and teasing, thumb brushing my lower lip through his hand. I coughed against his palm, glared up at him. “I’m not that obsessed,” I hissed when he finally let me speak. “I’m going for a beer.” “A beer this late?” His thick voice rolled over me like smoke. “Care to share why?” I bared my teeth, anger and heat twisting together. “Turns out your precious little son is gay.” He didn’t flinch. He just sighed, almost weary. “I’d hoped he’d keep that from you a while longer. Damn.”

“Sierra!” I stepped down from the bus and spotted my parents waving at me, holding a bouquet of flowers. “Dad!” I waved and half ran towards them. It was like I was a schoolgirl again, returning from a long day of being a nobody at school. They covered me in a three-man hug and I didn’t care how awkward we looked. “My baby girl” Dad beamed down at me, his eyes glinting. “ I haven’t seen you in a while.” I had missed Thanksgiving because of that job Gina dumped on me. I was trying to impress her.

(Babe means father). "Yes! Did I hit you? Why do you dare to fight me? Come on!" Babe Rojali immediately took action with the Betawi silat stance in front of Alif. Alif snorted in annoyance. "It's my fate to have a Babe like this. Your son came home from wandering instead of being hugged, kiss my cheeks, offered to drink coffee, cake, what a cake! Even beaten me! Then let's take Babe to CPHB! Nyaho! (The Betawi Language means: gotcha!)"

“I need my money! My money is the problem! My daily allowance is the problem!” “B-b-but… I don't have it.” I was crying fully this time, sniffling and whimpering. “I don't have anything… I even need money to take care of my children…" I tried to stress out, but my drunk father just let out a mirthless laugh. “You mean the bastard that is inside you?” He asked menacingly as he raised his heavy boots to kick me directly on the tummy and I screamed in pain. “Father! Stop!” I was crying and sniffling with tears as I felt my lower body go weak with pain, my breath almost knocked out of me with that kick. “Please, I beg you. Please, stop!”

I said, raising my hands and Kene's hands up. Unfortunately the guys won, it was three against two. Kene's phone beeped before I could argue, I noticed his countenance changed. I looked up to find him already staring at me. "What is it? " I whispered softly. He immediately handed me his phone, I went through the phone to see a text message from his brother. Dumbi: Dad is cheating on mum. ***** Glossary Baba - Father Biko - Please Bayo, no lie oo... na you shift Hadiza's pieyint, no deny am - Bayo, don't lie, you shifted Hadiza's pant, don't deny it.

Cain laughed and said, “He is the best in his family!” Marcus asked curiously, “Why?” Cain smiled mysteriously and said, “Actually, that son of a b*tch is gay!” “What?” Marcus exclaimed, “Sean Webb is gay?!” “Yes!” Cain blurted, “He is not only gay but also a power bottom! You know, the one who aggressively enjoys being penetrated. Let me tell you, you always see him so cocky and pompous, don’t you? Actually, behind closed doors, he immediately turns into a perverted pillow biter! Rumors had it that he loves making out with strong brawny men and enjoys multiple partners in one go too! Isn’t that awesome?”

Finally, the older man softened after what I said and what he did that night. "Mom, where are we going?" My handsome son suddenly hugged me from behind. His sharp little nose rubbed against the nape of my neck. "Go home." "Where? This is our home." My intelligent, handsome boy. He's critical. I turned around and looked at his face gently. His eyebrows are very similar to... The asshole who raped me that night! "Your grandpa sent Mom home. He's sick." I told my son carefully and waited for his response. Will he hate his mother for not telling him about his family origins?

she asked, her young voice innocent and sweet. My father knelt down in front of her, his own tears now streaming down his face. "Yes, sweetie," he choked out. "I'm your grandpa. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you before." Sofia reached out a small hand, gently touching my father's tear-stained cheek. "It's okay, grandpa," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm happy you're here now." My heart swelled with love and gratitude as I watched the interaction between my father and Sofia. It was a moment of healing and redemption, a chance for them to forge a new bond.

He felt bad for her. "I came because I needed to speak with the two of you about Gabby." His father crossed his legs and dropped the newspaper on a table beside him and tilted his head to listen. Tan knew his father well enough to know that the action was in no way welcoming him to speak. That was Yo-han Lee's classic intimidation tactic right there. He would have to try harder than that though. Tan was determined. His mother turned up her chin and huffed at the mention of Gabby's name. she should suit herself; she was still going to hear it.

I blurt out and a full blown laugh emerges from him. "I love you too baby." He says after a while and I smile sheepishly. "Wanna hold our son?" I ask and suddenly he looks nervous. "You're going to be the world's greatest dad. Our son already loves you." I say and Sydney exhales before reaching out for the baby.