Jake is a very sore individual, he noticed straight away that I was having a very gruelling fourth dimension so he rented a place near my campus so that I could at least add up abode to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful matter anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely thankful. He did n't have to do all this, he could have just lived his new life-time 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 pass even more time with him than I used to and show my love and gratitude for him in different ways.

I was never a very affectionate person, I always thought I had to keep 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 reference for me. I don't know if the divorce brought back some insecurities or if Jake has really warmed my heart and soul even further with his decision to support me through this difficult clock time. The strange affair is, they feel so natural. 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 impact him every hazard that I get.

I think he started to notice this change and has started to embrace it or so I 'd like to remember. I have become a arrant gentle boy, a whore for Jake 's attention which makes me sick to my stomach and at the same time eager for more.

Now, whenever I get home, I search the whole apartment for him just so that I can hug him and give him a candy kiss on his cheek. The foremost time I did this, Jake was very storm since I had never kissed him before and only hugged him on special occasion. I think the seismic disturbance has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two hands and places an intense, hanker candy kiss on my boldness. Every clock time he does that I just feel like hugging him mingy 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 couch with my legs still hanging trying to choose something to catch. Jake will then follow and sit next to me only to see me dash to suit 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 unfluctuating separatrix. This always brings butterflies to my belly 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 experience what he might ingest been making me feel.

He knows I 'm straight 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 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 sense of smell. Once I caught myself going through his dirty wash just so I could palpate his scent. I feel a bit of shame admitting this but that night I slept holding on to one of his tee shirt. I could feel a little bit of his sudor and a suggestion of his cologne but his flavor was there and it was so potent that it made me experience whole at every cryptic breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to observe a horror flick tonight. It 's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch 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 eyes with them during the scariest office. Jake ca n't help but chuckle every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the picture 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 center still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake occlusive and holds my face in his hands and asks :

'' What 's the issue kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm scared '' I mumble.

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

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's sour. Maybe succeeding meter 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 `` worried '' maybe you could sleep with me tonight. I do n't want you losing any quietus and affecting your public presentation at schooling. What do you say ? ``

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

I'm a bit excited but unquiet to be sleeping with Jake so I give extra thought to what I'll wearable to bed with him. I usually sleep in loose gym trunks and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to wear today too. I think I should n't change my habits or he might get untrusting that I might be uneasy for the wrongfulness reasons. I know Jake usually sleeps naked and I find myself thinking about that piece 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 appropriate to log Z's naked beside me. I really wouldn't creative thinker if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit galvanize, if I'm having these kind of thoughts, maybe it 's for the best that he decided to modify his nightly attire.

We settle down and he, instinctively, puts his blazonry around my waist and pulls me towards him just like he does when we 're on the lounge. He lifts his head teacher 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 exonerated we don't share the Lapp DNA. Growing up I always wanted to be like him. Right now, being in this attitude makes me just want to be with him. thing are skilful as they are.

I wake up in the break of day to the adept night's sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my question and notice the flavour coming from the kitchen. Jake is preparing breakfast. I'm really a lucky guy.

"morn, kiddo. How did you sleep ?"

"Morning… I hadn't slept this wellspring in a hanker time."

"Wonderful, wonderful. You can sleep with me whenever you want. Don't flavour 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 horse sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to hold back me all night, I want to palpate his warmness and his intimation on my neck but something Tell me it's wrong. I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man, I'm a straightaway guy anyway, aren't I ? And Jake is my father. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my father.

After a few daytime, as we're having dinner,

'' What 's wrong ? You almost did n't contact your food for thought. '' Jack says.

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

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

"No, it's fine, 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 like that as a nipper when something was bothering you. Your mother used to help you with that and used to shift your diet a little. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go bring in the hooey to do what your mother did when you got like this. ``

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

'' She had to tease up your shy gut. 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 birth any laxatives at place, 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 capable to do for you. It 's my job ''.

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

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

Jake comes with a thermometer in his manus, 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 palpate his hands touching mine as he helps me slue down my underdrawers. He rolls over the towel and lieu it under me as to lift my tail end. I feel extra exposed as if being naked in front of him was n't enough. It does make me palpate tingly inside which is rather contradictory.



He starts by applying some vaseline on my hollow and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very gentle but firm at the same prison term, I ca n't serve but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the touch of Jake's finger on my hole. Just by rubbing my dickhead this man can make believe me have a sexual response. I think I'm in big trouble.

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