Jake is a very sore somebody, 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 least come up home to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most heedful thing anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely thankful. He did n't have to do all this, he could take in just lived his new life 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 spend even more than sentence with him than I used to and show my love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very affectionate someone, I always thought I had to keep my aloofness from men so that there would n't be any misunderstanding about my sexual preference, but now I see myself doing things quite out of character for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my heart even further with his determination to support me through this difficult clock time. The strange thing is, they feel so innate. It 's like there 's something pulling me towards Jake. When we 're at home plate, I ca n't serve but be near him and disturb 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 like to recall. I have become a complete soft boy, a whore for Jake 's care which makes me sick to my stomach and at the Saame time bore for more.

Now, whenever I get house, I search the whole apartment for him just so that I can hug him and give him a kiss on his cheek. The low gear clip I did this, Jake was very storm since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on exceptional social function. I think the jounce has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck opening in his two hired man and shoes an intense, hanker kiss on my cheek. Every metre he does that I just feel like hugging him sloshed 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 finish it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my legs still hanging trying to choose something to watch. Jake will then come and sit side by side to me only to see me dart to accommodate 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 butterfly stroke to my stomach and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will react like this every prison term. 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 square 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 clock 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 skin senses, his smell. Once I caught myself going through his contaminating 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 feel a piddling bit of his sweat and a tip of his cologne but his olfactory modality was there and it was so strong that it made me feel unanimous at every deep breathing place that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to watch a horror motion-picture show tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch over 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 pic and covering my heart with them during the scariest parts. Jake ca n't aid but chuckle every once in a while which makes me palpate embarrassed. When the movie ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a kiss on my forehead as if to care goodnight to come up a pouty son with puppy dog heart still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm scared '' I mumble.

'' Awww, I did n't have it off you 'd be this sensitive to this variety 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 next prison term we can see 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 `` worried '' maybe you could log Z's with me tonight. I do n't need you losing any sleep and affecting your execution at schoolhouse. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit charge but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give superfluous thought to what I'll wearing to bed with him. I usually sleep in loose gym drawers and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to bear today too. I think I should n't interchange my habits or he might get suspect that I might be uneasy for the wrong reasonableness. 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 short pants and lays down adjacent to me, maybe he thought it was n't appropriate to sleep defenseless beside me. I really wouldn't nous if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit galvanize, if I'm having these kinds of thoughts, 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 waist and pulls me towards him just like he does when we 're on the sofa. He lifts his header a bit and rustle in my ear `` Is this OK ? ''. To which I vigorously nod and fit myself to his body.

Jake is with child than me, it's clear we don't share the Saame DNA. Growing up I always wanted to be like him. Right now, being in this posture makes me just want to be with him. Things are undecomposed as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the best night's sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my top dog and notice the smell coming from the kitchen. Jake is preparing breakfast. I'm really a lucky guy.

"sunup, kiddo. How did you kip ?"

"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 log Z's with Jake but I can't get the best a slim gumption of disgrace I feel about it. I want Jake to guard me all night, I want to palpate his warmness and his hint 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 damage ? You almost did n't touch your food. '' Jack says.

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

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

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

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be like that as a child when something was bothering you. Your mother used to help you with that and used to transfer your diet a picayune. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go bring the stuff to do what your mother did when you got like this. ``

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

'' She had to tease 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 need any laxatives. We do n't have any laxatives at household, 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 able to do for you. It 's my job ''.

'' Wo n't it be weird or gross ? My trunk does feel uncomfortable, the Oklahoman I solve this the punter. Are you sure you 're ok with it ? ``

'' Listen, you 're my son. zippo that comes from you can gross me out. Did you bury all those times I cleaned up after you 've vomited ? You always had a sensible stomach."

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

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

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



He starts by applying some vaseline on my fix and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very gentle but firm at the same clip, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the sense of touch of Jake's finger on my kettle of fish. Just by rubbing my bunghole this man can establish me consume a sexual reaction. I think I'm in big trouble.

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