Jake is a very sore soul, he noticed straight away that I was having a very arduous time so he rented a place near my campus so that I could at least follow domicile to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most heedful matter anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely grateful. He did n't ingest to do all this, he could have just lived his new life without going out of his way for me but he didn't. I 'm glad he chose me above all else.

I naturally felt inclined to spend even more time with him than I used to and record my love and gratitude for him in dissimilar ways.

I was never a very affectionate person, I always thought I had to keep my distance from men so that there would n't be any misunderstandings about my sexual orientation, but now I see myself doing matter quite out of character for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my heart even further with his decision to support me through this difficult time. The strange thing is, they feel so rude. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at home, I ca n't help oneself but be near him and advert him every chance that I get.

I think he started to notice this change and has started to encompass it or so I 'd wish to reckon. I have become a complete sonant boy, a tart for Jake 's attention which makes me sick to my stomach and at the like time eager for more.

Now, whenever I get home, I search the completely apartment for him just so that I can hug him and make him a candy kiss on his cheek. The first time I did this, Jake was very surprised since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on special affair. I think the jounce has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two hands and billet an vivid, long kiss on my nerve. Every time he does that I just feel like hugging him tighter and not letting go.

This somehow has evolved into us cuddling on the sofa every day after dinner. We usually finish cleaning up the kitchen, since I 'm a little lazy I leave Jake finishing it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my legs still hanging trying to prefer something to watch. Jake will then fare and sit next to me only to see me scoot to accommodate him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my waist and force me into him in a unshakable cerebrovascular accident. This always brings butterfly stroke to my venter and that 's why I keep on doing it in the first moment Jake will react like this every time. I think he noticed my gasp when he first did it and has continued to do it knowing what he might have been making me feel.

He knows I 'm straight and I think he 's straight too. At to the lowest degree he was married to my mom for so many years.

I seem to not be able to be without this `` us time '' anymore. Whenever we don't get to do it for some rationality I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to feel his touch, his smell. Once I caught myself going through his ill-gotten laundry just so I could feel his scent. I feel a bit of pity admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his jersey. I could feel a slight bit of his elbow grease and a hint of his eau de cologne but his smell was there and it was so inviolable that it made me feel wholly at every cryptic breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to watch a repugnance pic tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch for a while and I comply even if I 'm not into this variety of genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's arms all throughout the flick and covering my eyes with them during the scariest role. Jake ca n't help oneself but chortle every once in a while which makes me finger embarrassed. When the film ends, Jake gets up to head up to bed and places a kiss on my forehead as if to wish well goodnight to encounter a pouty son with puppy dog eyes still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm pock '' I mumble.

'' Awww, I did n't know you 'd be this spiritualist to this variety of movie. I promise I wo n't watch them anymore with you. Are you gon na be OK ? ``

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's night. Maybe next clip we can keep an eye on them during the day ? ... ``

'' OK, kiddo. Are you heading off to bed ? ``

'' Ye.. yeah.. hmm.. I should, should n't I ? ``

'' Yeah, you should ! Listen, if you 're that `` worried '' maybe you could catch some Z's with me tonight. I do n't want you losing any sleep and affecting your functioning at school. What do you say ? ``

'' Ahmmm.. o.. OK… I 'll go get my pillow. ``

I'm a bit rouse but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give extra thought to what I'll wearable to bed with him. I usually sleep in escaped gym shortstop and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear today too. I think I should n't change my habits or he might get shady that I might be uneasy for the wrong grounds. I know Jake usually sleeps au naturel and I find myself thinking about that while I wait for him already in his bed. He comes from the bathroom wearing Boxer boxers and lays down future to me, maybe he thought it was n't appropriate to sleep naked beside me. I really wouldn't creative thinker if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit galvanise, if I'm having these form of thoughts, maybe it 's for the outdo that he decided to change his nightly attire.

We settle down and he, instinctively, puts his arms around my waist and pull me towards him just like he does when we 're on the sofa. He lifts his head a bit and whispers in my ear `` Is this OK ? ''. To which I vigorously nod and lodge myself to his body.

Jake is declamatory than me, it's clear we don't contribution the same DNA. Growing up I always wanted to be like him. Right now, being in this position makes me just want to be with him. things are commodity as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the full night's log Z's I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty position of the bed. I lift my capitulum and notice the olfactory property coming from the kitchen. Jake is preparing breakfast. I'm really a lucky guy.

"Morning, kiddo. How did you sleep ?"

"Morning… I hadn't slept this fountainhead in a farseeing time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You can sleep with me whenever you want. Don't feel shy about it. Now come eat your pancakes."

Obviously, I get shy about it. I really want to go sleep with Jake but I can't overcome a slight horse sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to curb me all Nox, I want to feel his fondness and his breath on my cervix but something tells me it's wrong. I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man, I'm a straight guy anyway, aren't I ? And Jake is my father. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my father.

After a few days, as we're having dinner,

'' What 's faulty ? You almost did n't affect your food. '' seafarer says.

'' It 's embarrassing… My stomach hurts…"

"Is it indigestion ? desire me to get some medicine for you ?"

"No, it's amercement, it's just that… Hmm… I have n't been to the toilet in 5 sidereal day. ''

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be same that as a child when something was bothering you. Your female parent used to help you with that and used to change your diet a petty. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go bring the poppycock to do what your mother did when you got like this. ``

'' What did she do ? I do n't remember. ''

'' She had to loosen up your shy intestine. She used the thermometer's end and you 'd normally go after one or two sessions of that, it was the doctor who recommended it since you could n't rent any laxatives. We do n't feature any laxatives at dwelling, I can buy them tomorrow or we can try this technique if you want. I 'm your father so that is something that I should be capable to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be weird or vulgar ? My trunk does feel uncomfortable, the Sooner I solve this the considerably. Are you sure you 're ok with it ? ``

'' Listen, you 're my son. Nothing that comes from you can egregious me out. Did you forget all those times I cleaned up after you 've vomited ? You always had a raw stomach."

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, startle on the bed and we 'll convey care of it. ``

Jake comes with a thermometer in his hand, a vaseline container in the early and a towel on his arm. He sits down following to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can feel his mitt touching mine as he helps me slide down my drawers. He rolls over the towel and places it under me as to elevate my bottom. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in front of him was n't enough. It does make me palpate tingly inside which is rather contradictory.



He starts by applying some vaseline on my hole and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very gentle but house at the same clock time, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my stopcock twitch at the touch of Jake's finger on my mess. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can make me take in a sexual reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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