Jake is a very sensitive person, 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 semen plate to him after a farseeing day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful affair anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely grateful. He did n't induce to do all this, he could deliver just lived his new spirit 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 expend even More time with him than I used to and show my love and gratitude for him in unlike ways.

I was never a very affectionate person, I always thought I had to observe my space from men so that there would n't be any mistaking about my sexual orientation, but now I see myself doing things quite out of character reference 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 conclusion to support me through this difficult fourth dimension. The unusual thing is, they feel so rude. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at place, I ca n't help but be near him and stir him every chance that I get.

I think he started to point out this change and has started to encompass it or so I 'd like to think. I have become a sodding soft boy, a tart for Jake 's aid which makes me vomit up to my stomach and at the Lapp fourth dimension bore for more.

Now, whenever I get home, I search the whole flat for him just so that I can hug him and ease up him a 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 social occasion. I think the shock has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two mitt and places an acute, recollective kiss on my nerve. Every clock time he does that I just feel like hugging him tighter and not letting go.

This somehow has evolved into us cuddling on the couch every day after dinner. We usually finish cleaning up the kitchen, since I 'm a trivial lazy I leave Jake finish it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my branch still hanging trying to choose something to learn. Jake will then come and sit next to me only to see me scoot to reconcile 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 firm stroke. This always brings butterflies to my abdomen and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will react like this every time. I think he noticed my gasp when he first did it and has continued to do it have it away what he might birth been making me feel.

He knows I 'm heterosexual person 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 metre '' 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 dirty laundry 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 t-shirts. I could experience a little bit of his fret and a steer of his cologne but his smell was there and it was so solid that it made me feel whole at every abstruse breathing spell that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to keep an eye on a repugnance flick tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to check 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 picture and covering my eyes with them during the scariest parts. Jake ca n't help oneself but chuckle every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the movie ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a kiss on my brow as if to bid goodnight to find a pouty son with pup dog eyes still embarrassed that a moving-picture show got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm daunt '' I mumble.

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

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's dark. Maybe next clock time we can find out 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 sleep with me tonight. I do n't want you losing any sleep and affecting your performance at schoolhouse. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit excited but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give supererogatory 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 jade today too. I think I should n't change my drug abuse or he might get wary that I might be queasy 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 boxer shorts and lays down next to me, maybe he thought it was n't capture to sleep nude beside me. I really wouldn't psyche if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit start, if I'm having these kinds of thought process, maybe it 's for the best that he decided to change his nightly attire.

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

Jake is heavy than me, it's solve 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 good as they are.

I wake up in the cockcrow to the effective night's sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty-bellied side of meat of the bed. I lift my foreland and card 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 well in a foresighted time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You can catch some Z's with me whenever you want. Don't flavor shy about it. Now come eat your pancakes."

Obviously, I get shy about it. I really want to go eternal sleep with Jake but I can't overcome a little signified of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to hold me all Nox, I want to find his warmth and his breath on my neck 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 haywire ? You almost did n't touch your solid food. '' diddly-shit says.

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

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

"No, it's mulct, 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 similar that as a child when something was bothering you. Your mother used to help 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 material to do what your mother did when you got like this. ``

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

'' 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 doc who recommended it since you could n't adopt any laxatives. We do n't take any laxatives at home plate, 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 to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be uncanny or gross ? My body does find uncomfortable, the sooner I solve this the easily. Are you sure as shooting you 're ok with it ? ``

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

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, jumping on the bed and we 'll need 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 following to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can experience his men touching mine as he helps me slide down my boxershorts. He rolls over the towel and places it under me as to elevate my bottom. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in straw man of him was n't enough. It does cook 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 firm at the same time, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my turncock vellication at the pinch of Jake's finger on my trap. Just by rubbing my dickhead this man can make me have a sexual reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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