Jake is a very tender someone, 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 come house to him after a farsighted day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely thankful. He did n't have to do all this, he could cause just lived his new living 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 drop even more time with him than I used to and prove my love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very affectionate mortal, I always thought I had to keep my distance from men so that there would n't be any misunderstandings about my intimate orientation, 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 marrow even further with his decision to support me through this hard fourth dimension. The strange thing is, they feel so natural. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at rest home, I ca n't help but be near him and stir him every chance that I get.

I think he started to notice this change and has started to adopt it or so I 'd like to cerebrate. I have become a terminated soft boy, a whore for Jake 's tending which makes me sick of to my breadbasket and at the same clip eager for more.

Now, whenever I get base, I search the whole apartment for him just so that I can hug him and collapse him a candy kiss on his brass. The low prison term I did this, Jake was very surprised since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on special juncture. I think the shock has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two custody and places an intense, retentive kiss on my cheek. 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 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 wooden leg still hanging trying to choose something to watch. Jake will then come and sit next to me only to see me flash to accommodate him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my waist and perpetrate me into him in a firm stroke. This always brings butterflies to my tummy and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will respond like this every time. I think he noticed my pant when he first did it and has continued to do it have a go at it what he might have been making me feel.

He knows I 'm heterosexual person and I think he 's straight too. At least he was married to my mom for so many years.

I seem to not be capable to be without this `` us time '' 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 feel his touch, his smell. Once I caught myself going through his filthy washing 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-shirt. I could feel a petty bit of his sweat and a steer of his eau de cologne but his smell was there and it was so solid that it made me experience whole at every thick breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to check a revulsion movie tonight. It 's a picture show Jake has been meaning to watch for a while and I comply even if I 'm not into this sorting of genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's weapon all throughout the flick and covering my eyes with them during the scarey parts. Jake ca n't help but laugh softly every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the moving-picture show ends, Jake gets up to direct to bed and places a candy kiss on my forehead as if to wish well goodnight to ascertain a pouty son with puppy dog eyes still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake diaphragm and holds my face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the issue kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm scared '' I mumble.

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

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's drab. Maybe next time we can take in 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 `` discerning '' maybe you could catch some Z's with me tonight. I do n't need you losing any sleep and affecting your performance at school. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit commove but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give superfluous cerebration to what I'll vesture to bed with him. I usually sleep in loose gym boxershorts and a T-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear today too. I think I should n't commute my habits or he might get wary that I might be restless for the wrong 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 bathroom wearing packer shorts and lays down next to me, maybe he thought it was n't appropriate to slumber naked beside me. I really wouldn't psyche if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit jump, if I'm having these kinds of thoughts, maybe it 's for the better that he decided to deepen his nightly attire.

We settle down and he, instinctively, puts his arms around my waist and puff me towards him just like he does when we 're on the lounge. He lifts his capitulum 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 clear we don't plowshare 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 secure as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the Best night's eternal sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of meat of the bed. I lift my head and observance the smell coming from the kitchen. Jake is preparing breakfast. I'm really a prosperous guy.

"morn, kiddo. How did you sleep ?"

"Morning… I hadn't slept this well 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 overwhelm a rebuff sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to have got me all night, I want to feel his warmth and his breath on my neck but something tells me it's awry. I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man, I'm a straight guy anyway, aren't I ? And Jake is my begetter. 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. '' Jack says.

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

"Is it indigestion ? need 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 daylight. ''

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be same that as a child when something was bothering you. Your mother used to serve 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 get the stuff to do what your mother did when you got like this. ``

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

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

'' Wo n't it be weird or gross ? My consistency does feel uncomfortable, the sooner I solve this the considerably. Are you certainly you 're ok with it ? ``

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

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

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

Jake comes with a thermometer in his deal, 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 hands touching mine as he helps me slide down my shorts. He rolls over the towel and position it under me as to elevate my bottom. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in presence of him was n't enough. It does make me feel tingly inside which is rather contradictory.



He starts by applying some vaseline on my hole and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very gentle but firm at the same meter, I ca n't facilitate but get a bit startled by noticing my pecker twitching at the tactual sensation of Jake's finger on my mess. Just by rubbing my whoreson this man can make me have a sexual chemical reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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