My Son Lucas Came To My Room While I Was Sleeping And Did This To Me | Gay Story

that night with my son Lucas was by far the craziest but yet most exciting night I have ever experienced in my life my name is Michael and I want to share a story about something that happened between me and my son Lucas it's not easy to talk about but it's something I've kept inside for too long Lucas is 19 now but this all started a few years ago after my wife Barbara passed away losing Barbara was one of the hardest things I've ever faced and it left Lucas and me alone to navigate life without her

at first it was difficult Lucas was quiet and withdrawn spending most of his time in his room or out with friends he avoided talking about Barbara or anything to do with her death and I didn't want to push him instead I focused on making our home feel as warm and welcoming as possible I cooked his favorite meals left little notes of encouragement on his desk and tried to make sure he knew I was there for him if he ever needed to talk but for months he remained distant then one evening he walked into the kitchen

while I was cleaning up after dinner his sudden presence startled me but I was happy to see him it wasn't often that he sought me out like this do you need help Dad he asked his voice soft but steady I turned to him surprised by the offer sure you can dry the dishes I said handing him a towel we worked in silence for a while and I couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief it was the first time he'd voluntarily spent time with me in what felt like forever how was school today I

asked trying to start a conversation it was fine he said without looking up that was all I didn't push him further if you ever want to talk I'm here I added gently glancing at him out of the corner of my eye he nodded but didn't say anything more and over the next few weeks I started noticing little changes Lucas began spending more time around me sitting with me in the living room while I watched TV or helping me with small tasks around the house he even began to open up telling me about his classes and

his plans for college I felt a glimmer of hope like we were finally finding our way back to some kind of normal but then one evening something happened that made me question everything we were having dinner together Lucas had cooked that night a simple pasta dish he'd learned from a friend as we ate he looked at me and said you're amazing dad I laughed a little brushing off the compliment thanks Lucas that means a lot I said trying to keep my tone light but his expression didn't change he looked at me with an intensity that

made my stomach flip what's wrong I asked my voice soft but cautious nothing he said quickly shaking his head I just wanted to say thank you for everything I nodded unsure of how to respond the moment felt strange but I told myself I was overthinking it he was just being kind wasn't he the crazy night hadn't happened yet but this was definitely the start for it because after that evening things started to change Lucas began to hover around me more often finding reasons to sit close to me on the couch or linger in the kitchen

while I cooked at first I thought it was sweet I told myself he was just trying to reconnect after all the time we'd spent grieving in our own separate ways but then there were the looks his eyes would Linger on me longer than they should his compliments becoming more frequent and more personal you look really nice today dad he said one morning as I stood at the sink washing dishes thanks sweetheart I replied trying to keep my tone light but the way he said it the way he looked at me made me feel uneasy one

evening we were sitting on the couch watching a movie Lucas had chosen it a comedy we' both seen a dozen times before halfway through I realized he was sitting closer to me than usual our shoulders were almost touching and when I shifted slightly he didn't move away you're always so busy he said suddenly breaking the silence you never take time for yourself I smiled a little caught off guard that's what dads do Lucas there's always something to take care of he shook his head his gaze fixed on me you do too much you deserve a

break his words made my chest tighten that's sweet of you to say I replied but I'm fine really and that night I couldn't sleep I lay in bed staring at the ceiling replaying the moment over and over in my mind was it just an innocent gesture or was I imagining something more what was happening between us I would soon find out in the days that followed I noticed Lucas finding reasons to be near me more and more if I was cooking he'd come into the kitchen to talk if I was in the garden he'd wander

outside and sit with me his compliments continued each each one making me feel more unsettled and to be honest I noticed myself doing the same more often too you make this house feel alive he said one afternoon as I folded laundry I froze for a moment unsure of how to respond thank you Lucas I said finally forcing a smile but deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing and not in a way I was comfortable with the unease I felt grew bigger and bigger I tried to tell myself I was imagining things

that Lucas was just being kind Maybe even trying to make up for the distance between us after Barbara's death but it wasn't just the compliments it was the way he acted around me how he always seemed to be there watching me finding reasons to be close and I hadn't quite figured out yet why I did the same to him too one afternoon I was cooking in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner I heard Lucas come in behind me his footsteps soft on the tiled floor I didn't turn around I was trying to focus on the

task at hand hoping he'd just grab a snack and leave do you need help Dad he asked I glanced over my shoulder and gave him a quick smile sure you can slice these carrots I said sliding The Cutting Board toward him he stepped up beside me his movements deliberate and started cutting for a while we worked in silence I thought maybe it would just be a quiet Pleasant moment something normal but then he stopped cutting and turned to look at me you've done so much for me he said his voice low I glanced at him

confused what do you mean I mean after Dad died you've taken care of everything you didn't have to but you did he said his eyes fixed on mine I felt a Pang of emotion in my chest of course I did Lucas you're my son I love you I said trying to keep my tone steady he nodded but his gaze didn't waver I just don't think I ever said thank you for all of it you don't have to thank me I said quickly turning back to the stove that's what dads do he didn't respond but I

could feel him watching me the moment felt too heavy too intense and I wanted nothing more than for it to end finally he picked up the knife and started cutting again and I let out a small breath of relief after dinner that night I sat on the couch with a book hoping to lose myself in the pages Lucas came into the living room and sat down next to me not in his usual spot on the other end of the couch but right next to me what are you reading he asked leaning closer to see the

cover it's just a novel I said holding it up for him to see nothing too exciting can I read it with you he asked the question caught me off guard Lucas hadn't shown much interest in Reading since he was a kid and I couldn't remember the last time we'd done something like this together part of me wanted to say no to tell him I needed some time to myself but Another Part Of Me didn't want to push him away sure I said scooting over slightly to give him more space he leaned in close his shoulder

brushing mine as I began to read aloud at first it felt like any other moment we might have shared years ago before everything got so so complicated but as the minutes passed I became increasingly aware of how close he was how intently he was watching me not the book when I finished the chapter I closed the book and set it down that's enough for tonight I said trying to keep my voice light thanks for reading to me he said his tone soft you're welcome I replied standing up and heading toward my bedroom good night Lucas

good night Dad he said but there was something in his voice something I couldn't quite place but the next morning when I came into the kitchen Lucas was already there he'd made coffee and set out breakfast something he hadn't done in years good morning Dad he said his voice cheerful I made you some coffee thank you Lucas I said cautiously sitting down at the table he sat across from me watching as I took a sip you work so hard he said suddenly you deserve to be taken care of too I swallowed hard unsure of how

to respond that's very sweet of you I said finally but you don't have to do all this for me I want to he said said firmly after breakfast I retreated to the Garden hoping to clear my head the air was cool and the scent of blooming flowers surrounded me I sat on the bench staring out at the neatly trimmed Hedges trying to make sense of everything I wasn't sure how long I'd been sitting there when I heard footsteps behind me I turned to see Lucas walking toward me his hands in his pockets can I sit

with you he asked of course I said though part of me wanted to say no he sat down beside me leaving a small space between us for a while we were silent the only sounds coming from the rustling leaves and distant bird song you've been quiet lately he said finally I've just had a lot on my mind I replied keeping my gaze fixed on the garden is it about me he asked his tone soft but serious the question caught me off guard and I hesitated before answering why would you think that he Shrugged I don't

know I just feel like maybe I've done something to upset you you haven't upset me I said quickly I've just been tired he nodded but didn't say anything else after a few more minutes he stood up I'll leave you alone he said his voice quiet I watched him walk back into the house a knot of guilt forming in my chest he hadn't done anything wrong hadie so why did I feel so uneasy the days that followed felt strange as though a heavy Cloud had settled over the house I tried to act normal cooking meals Tiding

up and going about my usual routine but I couldn't shake the tension I felt whenever Lucas was nearby he hadn't done anything overtly wrong but his presence lingered in a way that felt different and then one night I made a conscious effort to keep some distance after dinner I retreated to my bedroom earlier than usual hoping for some quiet time to myself I curled up with a book letting the soft glow of the lamp create a small Cocoon of warmth it felt like a rare reprieve from the unsettling Dynamic that had begun to develop I

felt tension and an excitement in me when thinking about Lucas and it was the first time I recognized it it caught me off guard as I couldn't accept the fact that Lucas was my own son but just as I started to relax there was a soft knock at the door dad Lucas's voice was low almost hesitant I hesitated before answering yes can I come in I glanced at the clock it was late far past the time Lucas usually went to bed is something wrong I asked sitting up slightly I just I wanted to talk he

said I sighed setting my book aside come in the door creaked open and Lucas stepped inside he looked different somehow less like The Confident young man he usually portrayed and more like the boy I used to comfort after nightmares when he was little he stood in the doorway for a moment as though unsure of whether to come closer what's on your mind I asked patting the edge of the bed he sat down his movements slow and deliberate for a moment he didn't say anything his eyes fixed on on the floor then he looked up his

gaze meeting mine I just wanted to say I'm sorry he said finally for what I asked my voice cautious for making you feel uncomfortable he said his tone sincere I know I've been acting different lately and I don't want you to think I'm trying to make things weird between us I blinked surprised by his honesty Lucas I I started but he cut me off I just I've been feeling a lot of things and I don't really know how to deal with them he said his voice cracking slightly but I don't want to hurt you his

words hung in the air heavy with meaning I couldn't fully grasp I reached out placing a hand on his shoulder Lucas it's okay to feel confused sometimes I said gently but you need to remember that I'm your dad and our relationship has boundaries he nodded his eyes glistening with unshed tears I know I'm sorry he said again his voice barely above a whisper I gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before pulling my hand away let not worry about it anymore I said trying to keep my tone light we'll figure it out together there was a

certain tension and excitement between us that I couldn't quite name the look in his eyes told me there was more coming and I gave that same look back to him as well he nodded again standing up good night Dad he said softly before leaving the room I watched him go a strange mix of relief and sadness settling over me he had acknowledged the tension between us which felt like a step in the right direction but I couldn't help wondering if things would truly go back to normal one thing was for sure to me and that

was that this was not the last time he would do this and I was right I was definitely right as for the next time he would do this things would end a lot differently then the next morning I woke up feeling more exhausted than usual the conversation with Lucas had kept me awake for hours my mind racing with what ifs and unanswered questions I got up went through my morning routine and tried to shake the lingering unease Lucas seemed different that day quieter more reserved he he kept to himself spending most of the day in

his room part of me wanted to check on him to make sure he was okay but Another Part Of Me felt like I needed to give him space that evening as I was folding laundry in the living room Lucas came in he sat down on the couch without saying a word watching me silently as I worked the quiet between us felt heavy and I struggled to think of something to say you've been quiet today I said finally glancing at him he Shrugged just thinking about anything in particular I asked trying to sound casual about us

he said his voice barely above a whisper I froze for a moment the weight of his words sinking in what do you mean I asked carefully he hesitated his eyes meeting mine I mean I know things have been weird lately and I don't want it to be like that anymore he said I nodded slowly unsure of how to respond I don't want that either I said finally but we need to figure out how to move forward he nodded a faint smile Crossing his lips we will he said for a brief moment I felt a flicker

of hope maybe things would get better maybe we could move past this and find a way to rebuild our relationship but deep down I couldn't shake the feeling that we were standing on the edge of something I didn't fully understand or maybe I did understand it but I did not want to accept it yet the quiet unease that had settled over the house didn't go away Lucas tried to act normal but I could see the struggle in his eyes the way he hesitated before speaking or lingered too long when we crossed paths I wanted to

believe his apology barbered the end of everything but deep down I knew it wasn't that simple and then one evening as I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone in an attempt to unwind it happened again it was late and the house was silent except for the soft Creek of the ceiling fan above me I had just begun to drift off when I heard a faint knock at my bedroom door dad Lucas's voice was soft almost hesitant I sat up my heart sinking yes can I come in he asked I glanced at the CL

it was well past midnight Lucas it's late I said trying to keep my tone firm what's wrong there was a pause before he replied I I just need to talk to you something in his voice made me hesitate I took a deep breath then said okay come in the door creaked open and Lucas stepped inside he looked unsure of himself his hands shoved into his pockets as he lingered near the doorway what is it Lucas I asked trying to keep my voice steady he hesitated his gaze flickering between between me and the floor I've been

thinking a lot about what I said the other night he began his voice low and I just I feel like I need to be honest with you my chest tightened honest about what I asked carefully he stepped closer sitting down on the edge of the bed about how I feel he said his voice trembling slightly I know it's wrong and I've tried to ignore it but I can't stop thinking about you Dad my breath caught in my throat I stared at him my mind racing Lucas you can't I started but but he cut me off

I know he said quickly his voice full of desperation I know it's wrong but I can't help it you've been everything to me since dad died you're kind and strong and you've done so much for me I don't know how to stop feeling this way his words hit me like a physical blow I felt Frozen unable to move or speak as his confession hung in the air Lucas you're my son I said finally my voice shaking I love you but not like that this has to stop I know he whispered tears welling up in his

eyes I just I needed to tell you I reached out placing a hand on his shoulder Lucas what you're feeling is a result of everything we've been through it's not real you're young and you're confused but this isn't right we need to work through this together he nodded his shoulders slumping I'm sorry he said softly I didn't mean to hurt you I know I said my heart breaking at the sight of him but we can't let this continue you're a good person Lucas and you'll move past this he wiped his eyes standing up slowly good

night Dad he said his voice barely audible good night I replied watching as he left the room and closed the door behind him as soon as he was gone I locked the door and sat down on the bed my hands trembling I couldn't believe what had just happened I felt overwhelmed with guilt and confusion questioning everything I had done that might have led to this moment I loved Lucas with all my heart but his feelings were something I couldn't ignore or dismiss that night I barely slept I kept replaying his words in my head trying

to make sense of them I told myself it was just a phase a moment of confusion that would pass but deep down I wasn't sure the next morning Lucas was quiet he barely said a word at breakfast and when he left for school I felt a strange mix of relief and sadness I spent the day trying to focus on work but my mind kept drifting back to our conversation I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over when Lucas came home that evening he seemed distant avoiding eye contact and retreating to his room almost immediately

I wanted to talk to him to make sure he was okay but I didn't know where to start I felt trapped unsure of how to handle the situation without making things worse later that night I was sitting in the living room staring at the TV without really watching it the house was quiet and I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me suddenly I heard footsteps behind me I turned to see Lucas standing in the doorway his expression unreadable can I sit with you he asked I hesitated for a moment before nodding of

course he walked over and sat down on the couch leaving a small space between us for a while we sat in Silence the tension between us almost unbearable dad he said finally his voice soft I don't want to lose you you won't I said quickly but we need to set boundaries Lucas for both of us he nodded slowly his gaze fixed on the floor I understand I reached out placing a hand on his knee we'll get through this I said gently but you have to trust me he looked up at me his eyes filled with

emotion I do he said I gave him a small smile hoping to reassure him then we'll be okay as I sat there I felt a glimmer of hope that we could move past this but deep down I knew it would take time the days after our conversation were tense but quiet Lucas kept his distance and I tried to act as though everything was normal but the truth weighed heavily on me I hope that acknowledging the situation and setting boundaries would help us both move forward yet something deep inside told me the silence between us wasn't

enough to fix what had been broken then one final night I went to bed early exhausted from a day spent trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling the house was quiet and the cool night air wafted gently through my open window I tried to let the rhythmic hum of the fan lull me to sleep but my mind wouldn't settle I must have drifted off at some point because the next thing I knew I was being pulled from sleep by the sound of my door creaking open my heart jumped as I blinked in the darkness trying

to orient myself dad Lucas's voice was barely a whisper but it was unmistakable I sat up reaching for the bedside lamp the Warm Glow filled the room Illuminating Lucas standing hesitantly in the doorway he looked unsure his hands fidgeting at his sides Lucas I said my voice thick with sleep and confusion what are you doing he stepped into the room his movements slow and deliberate I I couldn't sleep he said quietly I just I needed to see you my chest tightened as I tried to steady my breathing it's late I said my voice firmer now

you need to go back to bed I know he said his eyes locking onto mine but I couldn't stop thinking about everything I swung my legs over the side of the bed sitting upright Lucas I was thinking about you too but we talked about this I said gently I love you but this it's not something we can talk about anymore he took another step forward his expression a mix of determination and vulnerability I know it's wrong but I can't help how I feel he said his voice trembling you're the only one who's ever really been

there for me you've always cared about me in a way no one else has my throat felt tight as I tried to find the right words Lucas I care about you because I'm your dad I said firmly that's my job but the way you're feeling it's not healthy it's not right he stood there for a moment his shoulders slumping as the weight of my words settled over him I'm sorry he said softly tears glistening in his eyes I just didn't know how else to tell you my heart broke at the sight of him but I

forced myself to remain calm it's okay to feel confused Lucas I said but this is something you need to work through and I'll help you as your dad but only as your dad the words didn't feel right as I definitely wanted something else and I could see the disappointment in his eyes which made me regret my choice he nodded slowly his gaze is dropping to the floor I don't want to lose you he said his voice barely audible you won't I assured him but we have to move forward Lucas for both of us and when

I said those words something in me shifted all of a sudden I asked myself what am I doing why can't I just help my son with whatever he wants he's my son it hurted me to see how my words disappointed him and I did not want it anymore and besides I like the idea of what he wanted as well somehow maybe because I missed Barbara a lot as well and so after a second of Silence I said you know what come here as I invited him to sit beside me he moved towards me and I

could see him opening up again look me in the eyes I said while I leaned in towards him he leaned in towards me as well and then it happened we kissed each other it was as if a bomb of tension exploded there it was so good that I made sure the kiss deepened and after a minute or two he reached back and stopped kissing it wasn't because he was in doubt or something something no it was because he started grabbing me in places only Barbara had grabbed me before and as you can probably tell we

went even further than that I hope you now understand why I told you this was the craziest but yet most exciting night of my life it was amazing after we both had finished there was a long silence are you okay he said yes don't worry I replied for a long moment I think 10 to 20 minutes the room was silent except for the faint hum of the fan then Lucas turned and walked toward W the door he paused in the doorway glancing back at me good night Dad he said his voice thick with emotion good

night Lucas I replied my heart aching as I watched him leave thank you for everything I have to thank you Dad he said when the door clicked shut behind him I let out a shaky breath the tension in my chest finally easing I lay back down staring at the ceiling as the events of the past few weeks replayed in my mind I knew we still had a long road ahead but for the first time I felt as sliver of hope that we could find our way back to a healthier relationship finally the tension had snapped

and the next morning Lucas was quiet but composed he joined me for breakfast and while the conversation was light I could sense a shift in his demeanor he seemed more at ease as though he had finally let go of some of the weight he'd been carrying over the next few weeks things began to feel more normal Lucas started spending more time with friends and his Focus shifted back to school and his plans for the future we didn't talk about what had happened again but the unspoken understanding between us was clear we were both trying to

move on as we sat on the porch watching the sunset one evening Lucas turned to me and said thanks for being patient with me Dad thank you for everything you do for and with me thanks for accepting me for who I am and helping me on every aspect even on aspects where dads usually don't help their son with I looked at him surprised but touched by his words I lay my hand on his arm of course I said that's what what dads do he smiled and for the first time in what felt like forever it

felt genuine in that moment I knew we were going to be okay I'm still not sure about what I did since it happened it has happened a couple times more even and besides that I enjoy it myself as well I know I help Lucas a lot maybe it's just because we both want to make up for the loss of Barbara or maybe it's something else I don't know I needed to tell the story to someone to get to know other people's opinions should I stop doing this with luk or is it maybe even more normal

than I think what are your thoughts on it please tell me in the comments it would help me a lot thank you