Jake is a very sensitive soul, he noticed straight away that I was having a very hard time so he rented a space near my campus so that I could at least issue forth home plate to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most paying attention thing anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely grateful. He did n't consume to do all this, he could let just lived his new biography without going out of his way for me but he didn't. I 'm sword lily he chose me above all else.

I naturally felt inclined to spend even more fourth dimension with him than I used to and bear witness my erotic love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very warm person, I always thought I had to restrain my distance from men so that there would n't be any misunderstandings about my sexual orientation, but now I see myself doing things quite out of persona for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my essence even further with his decisiveness to subscribe me through this hard time. The unknown thing is, they feel so innate. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at house, I ca n't help but be near him and touch him every chance that I get.

I think he started to point out this change and has started to embrace it or so I 'd care to think. I have become a gross piano boy, a whore for Jake 's attention which makes me grisly to my tum and at the Saame fourth dimension tidal bore for more.

Now, whenever I get dwelling, I search the whole flat for him just so that I can hug him and give him a buss 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 especial social occasion. I think the shock absorber has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck opening in his two hands and places an intense, long candy kiss on my impertinence. Every prison term he does that I just feel like hugging him loaded 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 finishing it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my legs still hanging trying to pick out something to ascertain. Jake will then come and sit following 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 shank and draw me into him in a solid stroke. This always brings butterfly stroke to my tummy and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will oppose like this every metre. 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 straightforward 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 reasonableness I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to experience his touch, his smell. Once I caught myself going through his cheating wash just so I could feel his scent. I feel a bit of shame admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his jersey. I could feel a little bit of his sudor and a pinch of his cologne water but his aroma was there and it was so strong that it made me feel unharmed at every deep breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to watch out a repugnance movie tonight. It 's a picture Jake has been meaning to view 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 movie and covering my eyes with them during the scariest parts. Jake ca n't facilitate but laugh softly every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the flick ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a buss on my brow as if to wish goodnight to detect a pouty son with puppy dog eyes still embarrassed that a motion picture got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my face in his custody and asks :

'' What 's the thing kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm scared '' I mumble.

'' Awww, I did n't bang you 'd be this sensitive to this sort of moving picture. 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 ! heed, if you 're that `` apprehensive '' maybe you could sleep with me tonight. I do n't need you losing any sleep and affecting your carrying out at school. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit excited but ill at ease to be sleeping with Jake so I give excess thought to what I'll wear to bed with him. I usually sleep in escaped gym short and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear today too. I think I should n't exchange my riding habit or he might get wary that I might be uneasy for the improper reasons. I know Jake usually sleeps naked and I find myself thinking about that while I wait for him already in his bed. He comes from the john wearing boxer shorts and lays down future to me, maybe he thought it was n't earmark to sleep naked beside me. I really wouldn't nous if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit startling, if I'm having these kinds of thoughts, maybe it 's for the topper that he decided to change 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 couch. He lifts his head word a bit and whispers in my ear `` Is this OK ? ''. To which I vigorously nod and accommodate myself to his body.

Jake is larger than me, it's clear 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. thing are good as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the best dark's log Z's I've had since my parents'divorce and an void side of the bed. I lift my head and card the 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 wellspring in a long 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 get the best a thin sense of disgrace I feel about it. I want Jake to hold in me all nighttime, I want to find his warmth and his breathing place on my neck opening but something tells me it's faulty. I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man, I'm a uncoiled guy anyway, aren't I ? And Jake is my founding father. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my father.

After a few mean solar day, as we're having dinner,

'' What 's wrong ? You almost did n't reach your food. '' seaman says.

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

"Is it indigestion ? Want me to get some music for you ?"

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

'' Hahaha, zip to be embarrassed about ! You used to be like that as a kid when something was bothering you. Your mother used to avail you with that and used to change your diet a little. 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 take any laxatives. We do n't bear any laxatives at home, 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 able-bodied to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be uncanny or gross ? My body does experience uncomfortable, the Oklahoman I solve this the sound. Are you surely you 're ok with it ? ``

'' Listen, you 're my son. nada that comes from you can gross me out. Did you forget all those meter I cleaned up after you 've vomited ? You always had a spiritualist stomach."

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, parachuting on the bed and we 'll take precaution 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 following to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can finger his hands touching mine as he helps me slide down my shorts. He rolls over the towel and space it under me as to kick upstairs my bottom. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in social movement of him was n't enough. It does reach 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 Sami time, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the spot of Jake's finger on my mess. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can construct me suffer a sexual response. I think I'm in big trouble.

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