Jake is a very sensible person, he noticed straight away that I was having a very heavy time so he rented a place near my campus so that I could at to the lowest degree come home to him after a longsighted 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 sustain just lived his new lifetime 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 than time with him than I used to and usher my love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very affectionate person, I always thought I had to celebrate my distance from men so that there would n't be any misunderstandings about my sexual predilection, but now I see myself doing things quite out of fictitious character for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my affectionateness even further with his decision to stomach me through this difficult time. The foreign thing is, they feel so natural. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at home, I ca n't help but be near him and touch 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 think. I have become a complete flabby boy, a whore for Jake 's attention which makes me sick to my stomach and at the Saami time eager for more.

Now, whenever I get home, I search the hale apartment for him just so that I can hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek. The world-class prison term I did this, Jake was very storm since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on especial occasions. I think the jar 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, yearn kiss on my cheek. Every time he does that I just feel like hugging him smashed 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 little lazy I leave Jake finishing it up by himself and lay on the couch with my legs still hanging trying to opt something to keep an eye on. Jake will then add up and sit following to me only to see me scoot to adapt him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my waist and pull up me into him in a business firm solidus. This always brings butterfly stroke to my stomach and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will oppose like this every time. I think he noticed my pant when he first did it and has continued to do it jazz what he might ingest been making me feel.

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

I seem to not be able to be without this `` us meter '' anymore. Whenever we don't get to do it for some understanding I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to find his touch, his look. Once I caught myself going through his dirty washing just so I could palpate his smell. I feel a bit of shame admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his t-shirts. I could feel a little bit of his sweat and a hint of his cologne but his smell was there and it was so strong that it made me find whole at every deep breathing space that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to follow a horror pic tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch for a patch and I comply even if I 'm not into this sort of genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's blazonry all throughout the film and covering my oculus with them during the shuddery function. Jake ca n't help but chuckle every once in a piece which makes me sense embarrassed. When the picture show ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a buss on my forehead as if to wish goodnight to find a pouty son with puppy dog eyes still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my fount in his manpower and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm frighten off '' I mumble.

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

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's dark. Maybe adjacent sentence 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 sleep with me tonight. I do n't want you losing any eternal sleep and affecting your performance at school. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit agitate but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give spear carrier thought to what I'll wearable 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 alter my riding habit or he might get suspect that I might be uneasy for the awry reason. I know Jake usually sleeps defenseless 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 succeeding to me, maybe he thought it was n't earmark to catch some Z's naked beside me. I really wouldn't judgement if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit startling, if I'm having these variety of thoughts, maybe it 's for the in effect that he decided to change his nightly attire.

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

Jake is orotund than me, it's clear we don't ploughshare 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 dear as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the proficient night's sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my head 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 long time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You can sleep with me whenever you want. Don't look 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 shame I feel about it. I want Jake to restrain me all night, I want to experience his heat and his breath on my neck but something tells me it's wrongfulness. 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 daylight, as we're having dinner party,

'' What 's wrong ? You almost did n't touch your nutrient. '' laborer says.

'' It 's embarrassing… My tum hurts…"

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

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

'' Hahaha, zero to be embarrassed about ! You used to be like that as a minor 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 fetch 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 Dr. who recommended it since you could n't use up any laxatives. We do n't have got any laxatives at dwelling, I can buy them tomorrow or we can try this proficiency if you want. I 'm your founder so that is something that I should be able to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be weird or gross ? My body does sense uncomfortable, the Oklahoman I solve this the in effect. Are you sure you 're ok with it ? ``

'' Listen, you 're my son. Nothing that comes from you can gross me out. Did you forget all those sentence 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 upkeep of it. ``

Jake comes with a thermometer in his hand, a vaseline container in the early 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 experience his script touching mine as he helps me slide down my shorts. He rolls over the towel and places it under me as to elevate my bed. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in presence of him was n't enough. It does take in me sense tingly inside which is rather contradictory.



He starts by applying some vaseline on my jam and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very conciliate but house at the same time, I ca n't assist but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitch at the cutaneous senses of Jake's digit on my pickle. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can make me suffer a sexual reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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