Jake is a very tender someone, he noticed straight away that I was having a very toilsome prison term so he rented a place near my campus so that I could at to the lowest degree add up home base to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful matter anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely thankful. He did n't take to do all this, he could deliver just lived his new life without going out of his way for me but he didn't. I 'm gladiola he chose me above all else.

I naturally felt inclined to pass even to a greater extent time with him than I used to and show my love and gratitude for him in different 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 misapprehension about my sexual orientation, but now I see myself doing things quite out of fibre for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my pith even further with his decision to corroborate me through this hard time. The strange thing is, they feel so natural. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at nursing home, I ca n't facilitate but be near him and touch him every hazard that I get.

I think he started to notice this change and has started to bosom it or so I 'd like to believe. I have become a complete lenient boy, a working girl for Jake 's attending which makes me sick to my stomach and at the same time eager for more.

Now, whenever I get home base, I search the whole apartment for him just so that I can hug him and yield him a kiss on his face. The first gear time I did this, Jake was very surprised since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on special social occasion. 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 places an acute, long buss on my cheek. Every clip he does that I just feel like hugging him cockeyed and not letting go.

This somehow has evolved into us cuddling on the sofa every day after dinner party. We usually finish cleaning up the kitchen, since I 'm a little lazy I leave Jake finish it up by himself and lay on the lounge with my peg still hanging trying to prefer something to determine. Jake will then come and sit adjacent to me only to see me scoot to oblige him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into him in a unfaltering virgule. This always brings butterflies to my stomach and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will react like this every time. I think he noticed my pant when he first did it and has continued to do it knowing what he might own 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 sentence '' anymore. Whenever we don't get to do it for some cause I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to feel his cutaneous senses, his sense of smell. Once I caught myself going through his dirty wash just so I could finger his scent. I feel a bit of shame admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his tee shirt. I could feel a little bit of his sweat and a breath of his cologne but his look was there and it was so inviolable that it made me experience whole at every recondite intimation that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to learn a horror motion-picture show tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch for a while and I comply even if I 'm not into this sort of literary genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's coat of arms all throughout the movie and covering my eyes with them during the shuddery parts. Jake ca n't aid but laugh softly every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the picture show ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a kiss on my brow as if to wish well goodnight to ascertain a pouty son with puppy dog oculus still embarrassed that a motion-picture show got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my font in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm scared '' I mumble.

'' Awww, I did n't know you 'd be this sensitive to this kind of moving-picture show. I promise I wo n't watch out them anymore with you. Are you gon na be OK ? ``

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's dark. Maybe next time we can ascertain 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 `` apprehensive '' maybe you could slumber with me tonight. I do n't need you losing any quietus and affecting your functioning at school. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit activated but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give special thought to what I'll wear to bed with him. I usually sleep in loose gym shorts and a T-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear today too. I think I should n't vary my habits or he might get suspicious that I might be queasy for the wrong reasons. I know Jake usually sleeps naked and I find myself thinking about that piece I wait for him already in his bed. He comes from the bathroom wearing bagger shorts and lays down next to me, maybe he thought it was n't appropriate to sleep naked beside me. I really wouldn't mind if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit jump, if I'm having these kind of thoughts, maybe it 's for the best that he decided to vary his nightly attire.

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

Jake is larger than me, it's authorize we don't share 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 practiced as they are.

I wake up in the break of day to the best night's kip I've had since my parents'divorce and an abandon side of the bed. I lift my psyche and notice the sense of smell 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 well in a farseeing time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You can catch some Z's with me whenever you want. Don't tactile property 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 sense of pity I feel about it. I want Jake to hold me all night, I want to feel his fondness and his breathing space on my neck but something William Tell me it's faulty. 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 wrong ? You almost did n't partake your food. '' manual laborer says.

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

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

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

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be the likes of that as a child when something was bothering you. Your mother used to assist you with that and used to convert your diet a fiddling. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go fetch the hooey 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 intestines. 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 exact any laxatives. We do n't have any laxatives at menage, 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 sodding ? My body does palpate uncomfortable, the sooner I solve this the proficient. Are you sure you 're ok with it ? ``

'' Listen, you 're my son. zilch that comes from you can glaring me out. Did you block all those multiplication I cleaned up after you 've vomited ? You always had a spiritualist stomach."

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, jump on the bed and we 'll take caution of it. ``

Jake comes with a thermometer in his hand, a vaseline container in the other and a towel on his arm. He sits down succeeding to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can feel his hired hand touching mine as he helps me slide down my shorts. 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 end 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 kettle of fish and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very gentle but firm at the same time, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the touch of Jake's finger's breadth on my pickle. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can pass water me have a sexual response. I think I'm in big difficulty.

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