Gay dad and son story
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My 10 year old son has still not been potty trained. He still wears diapers and just like any parent does with their baby, I change my 10 year old son’s diaper. Unlike most parents, I always get a boner when I convert him and have to excuse myself to the bathroom for a jerk off. This time, I don’t excuse myself from the room. My 22 year old son is away at university and when he returns he’ll be in for the shock of his life!
A fictitious story about the romantic and sexual bond between a daddy and his two sons... one of which is a 10 year old who still wears diapers and the other is a university student.
⚠️ EXTREMELY UNDERAGE, INCEST, DIAPERS, SCAT, AND WATERSPORTS! ⚠️
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND I DO NOT CONDONE THE UNDERAGE CONTENT IN REAL LIFE!
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In Dad, I'm Gay: Memories of a Father’s Discovery of His Gay Son, readers are taken on an sentimental and heartfelt journey through the eyes of Tom, a 42-year-old father from a traditional Ohio family. Set in the mid-1990s, this deeply moving story captures Tom’s road from confusion and fear to comprehending, acceptance, and profound love for his 17-year-old son, Ted, an aspiring architecture student.
Told in a diary-like format reminiscent of The Diary of Anne Frank, Tom's candid reflections bring to being the challenges of grappling with societal norms and personal biases, while illuminating the transformative influence of unconditional cherish. Through moments of raw vulnerability, unexpected realizations, and peaceful triumphs, readers witness Tom’s journey as he moves from silent doubts to becoming a unwavering advocate and arrogant father.
This book is a celebration of resilience, family, and the deep bonds that grow when people open their hearts to comprehending. It explores themes of identity, acceptance, and the courage it takes to step into the unknown, not just for Ted, but for Tom as well.
Dad, I'm Queer is more than a story of discovery; it’s a testament to the healing power of con
Jeremy’s story | “My brother and I were competition for my dad’s affection from his queer lover.”
My mom and dad married in 1967. Early on, it was clear (according to my mom) that dad was more interested in his music (big piano player) than he was in actually taking care of two little boys. My twin brother and I would be in our cribs, crying (needing to be changed) and mom would come home from serve , and dad would just be playing his piano. Mom divorced him when we were three. Over the years, my mom got remarried to a superb stepdad, who has since passed away.
After the divorce, Dad moved across the street from us so my brother and I would go across the lane to see him. It was pleasant enough. But, one evening, we met dad’s “friend” (lover.) He was fun enough when we were kids. But (and this is key), we didn’t *live* with him. We didn’t move in with my dad until 1980 after my mom had moved to another house.
Once we did move in with dad and his “friend,” we had some good times,……until you ticked his friend off. THEN, wow: would he come *unglued.* Constant sniping, and constant criticism, and **never, ever stopping arguing.** Keeping you up at evening
Father opens up about coming out to his 3 sons: I'm still the same dad as before
"Good Morning America" is featuring stories in celebration of Pride Month. Scott Takacs, a 46-year-old and father of three, penned a personal essay about his experience coming out as a gay man to his sons. Peruse about his journey below in his own words.
Coming out at 42
I was 42 years old when I came out to my wife. It was 15 months later that I started that identical conversation with my three boys -- 9-year-old twins and an 11-year-old.
The whole experience is somewhat of a blur, mostly in part to the reality that at that point in my life there was a lot of change happening and some significant pent-up emotions. There wasn't much of a plan, no guidebook in hand, only goals that I hoped my boys would start the process of empathetic and accepting their dad for whom I truly was: a gay man.
It had been a long 15 months since coming out to my wife, an experience I unfortunately wouldn't portray as positive, amusing or something I ever want to repeat. It was wrought with the happiness of finally telling the closest person in my true identity, while simultaneously ripping her wo