Nouis Stories

Is He Gay?

I stood up and went to check on my son, Louis. He was fourteen and was, (how should I put this?), very "happy" all the time. I wasn't really sure why, but he was always really excited and hyper, and he was really sassy. Sometimes when he would take his sassiness to the "next level" he would use a Valley Gurl voice. I never thought about it much but people would always ask me if he was gay. I tried not to think about it to much. I mean it doesn't matter what his sexual orientation is....Does it? I walked up the stairs hearing soft moaning coming from his bedroom. I opened his door a bit and saw him laying on the bed. His eyes were squinted shut and he was thrashing around in his bed. I looked a his crotch..He was really hard. I smirked, my son was having a wet dream. I turned around and started to head back downstairs when his voice startled me. "Niall, oh god! Yeah right there. Oh, god! Dad you look so hot!" I turned around a ran back to his room. My son...Was having a wet dream....About me? I started to feel a bit of tightening in my jeans. Shit! I wasn't supposed to get hard from this! I looked up at Lou and saw him grinding his hips into the bed. Obviously about to cum. I quickly closed the door and ran to my room to have a bit of a wank...

After I finished and took a shower I walked downstairs and found Louis sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, sobbing. I ran over to him, "Lou, what's wrong?" I asked deeply concerned. He looked up at me with red eyes. "I...I had a um, weird dream." I already knew all about it, but I didn't want to hurt him by telling him. "What happened?" I asked, sitting down next to him. "I was having sex..." He started. "Oh, like a wet dream. Lou, silly, you know that's not weird." I said, trying to relax him a bit. "I know but this was about a person I shouldn't ever think about having sex with." He said, tears starting to fall again. I rested my hand on he back and try to keep him from crying. "Who was it?" I asked. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes, "You."

He had whispered it so quietly that my ears had strained to hear him. I took his weak and shaking body into my arms and brought him up to my bed. I laid him down and walked into his room to grab some pajamas. I grabbed some a ran back to my room. He was just laying there, his eyes rarely blinking, his breath barely moving. He looked so...Dead. I just ignored it. I kissed his forehead and started to undress him. I left his underwear on for his personal privacy. Then I put his gray sweatpants on him and pulled his black shirt over his head. "Lou, I'm really sorry. It's okay, you can forget ever having the dream. It doesn't mean anything." His eyes still leaked tears and he nodded a bit. "Dad, I'm not that upset about the dream..I'm more upset about something else." I was a bit shocked, I mean, what could he be more worried about? "Oh, what is it?" He looked away from me but it was obvious he was really crying hard now, "Dad, I'm gay." I took a sharp breath in and started having a panic attack. Louis understood what was happening and grabbed my inhaler that sat on my bedside table. It was so stupid, I'm 36 and your supposed to grow out of your asthma. But my doctors say I may never grow out if it. Which will suck if I'm eighty and I have a panic attack and I just die. Lou put the inhaler gently in my mouth and started smoothing out my hair, which over the years, we have learned that it calms me down.

After my little attack and when I started to get my breathing back I decided to speak. "Lou, it's fine, there's nothing wrong with that." He just nodded and looked down at his feet. I pushed his chin up and kissed him on the cheek. It was cute how he blushed a bit. His eyes looked a little more bright, and his expression was a bit more animated. "I didn't mean to give you a panic attack though." He mumbled. I just hugged him, "I was just surprised, that's all." He giggled, "Sure. Whatever you say dad." I smirked. "Well at least I don't blush when you kiss me." He pulled away from the hug, blushing madly and looking thoroughly embarrassed. I started giggling, "So was I any good?" He looked at me straight in the eye, "Dad, you were amazing!"

Author's Note:

Sorry, I know this wasn't really smut per say, but I thought it would be a cute little story to post, I will work on some more smut for you dirty birdies.

Chow!