Jake is a very sensitive person, he noticed straight away that I was having a very hard time so he rented a place near my campus so that I could at to the lowest degree issue forth home to him after a prospicient day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely grateful. He did n't have to do all this, he could have just lived his new life story without going out of his way for me but he didn't. I 'm beaming he chose me above all else.

I naturally felt inclined to spend even more sentence with him than I used to and prove my love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very lovesome person, I always thought I had to continue my space from men so that there would n't be any misapprehension about my intimate preference, but now I see myself doing things quite out of character for me. I don't know if the divorcement brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my heart even further with his decision to stand me through this difficult time. The strange affair is, they feel so cancel. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at habitation, I ca n't help but be near him and touch him every chance that I get.

I think he started to observe this modification and has started to embrace it or so I 'd wish to mean. I have become a complete soft boy, a whore for Jake 's care which makes me grim to my tum and at the same prison term eager for more.

Now, whenever I get abode, I search the unhurt flat for him just so that I can hug him and give him a candy kiss on his cheek. The first base time I did this, Jake was very surprise since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on exceptional occasions. I think the cushion has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two mitt and berth an intense, foresighted kiss on my brass. 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 piffling lazy I leave Jake coating it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my legs still hanging trying to prefer something to catch. Jake will then come and sit future to me only to see me scud to accommodate him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my shank and pulls me into him in a firm apoplexy. This always brings butterflies to my breadbasket and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expected value 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 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-bodied to be without this `` us fourth dimension '' anymore. Whenever we don't get to do it for some reason I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to finger his touch modality, his smell. Once I caught myself going through his lousy laundry just so I could feel his scent. I feel a bit of ignominy admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his t-shirts. I could finger a little bit of his elbow grease and a wind of his eau de cologne but his smell was there and it was so strong that it made me experience completely at every deep intimation that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to watch a horror movie tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to ascertain for a while and I comply even if I 'm not into this sort of genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's arms all throughout the movie and covering my eyes with them during the scariest parts. Jake ca n't help but chortle every once in a while which makes me palpate embarrassed. When the movie ends, Jake gets up to channelise to bed and places a kiss on my forehead as if to wish goodnight to find a pouty son with pup dog eyes still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my human face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm pit '' I mumble.

'' Awww, I did n't know you 'd be this sensitive to this kind 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 dark. Maybe next time we can watch 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 rest and affecting your performance at school. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit charge up but restless to be sleeping with Jake so I give spear carrier thought process to what I'll clothing to bed with him. I usually sleep in promiscuous gym shortstop and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear out today too. I think I should n't change my drug abuse or he might get wary that I might be unquiet for the wrong reason. 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 boxer shorts and lays down next to me, maybe he thought it was n't appropriate to sleep defenseless beside me. I really wouldn't mind if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit startling, if I'm having these kinds of view, maybe it 's for the best that he decided to change his nightly attire.

We settle down and he, instinctively, puts his blazon around my waist and wrench 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 oblige myself to his body.

Jake is heavy than me, it's sack up we don't share the Same DNA. Growing up I always wanted to be like him. Right now, being in this perspective makes me just want to be with him. Things are adept as they are.

I wake up in the first light to the best night's sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my head and notice the olfactory perception 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 long time."

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

Obviously, I get shy about it. I really want to go log Z's with Jake but I can't overcome a slight common sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to hold me all nighttime, I want to feel his warmth and his breathing spell on my neck opening but something William Tell 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 wrong ? You almost did n't touch your food for thought. '' Jack says.

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

"Is it stomach upset ? require me to get some medicine for you ?"

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

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be alike that as a tyke when something was bothering you. Your female parent used to help you with that and used to vary your diet a minuscule. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go fetch the stuff and nonsense 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 seance of that, it was the Doctor of the Church who recommended it since you could n't occupy any laxatives. We do n't sustain any laxatives at plate, I can buy them tomorrow or we can try this technique if you want. I 'm your Father of the Church so that is something that I should be able to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be uncanny or gross ? My trunk does finger uncomfortable, the Oklahoman I solve this the best. Are you for certain you 're ok with it ? ``

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

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, parachuting on the bed and we 'll take care 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 next to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can feel his bridge player touching mine as he helps me slew down my shortstop. 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 lenify but firm at the same fourth dimension, I ca n't serve but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the touch of Jake's finger on my mess. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can create me have a intimate chemical reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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