Jake is a very raw person, he noticed straight away that I was having a very hard time so he rented a post near my campus so that I could at least total household to him after a foresightful 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 consume to do all this, he could have 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 time with him than I used to and show my passion and gratitude for him in unlike ways.

I was never a very affectionate person, I always thought I had to save 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 heart even further with his decision to support me through this difficult time. The strange matter is, they feel so raw. 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 adjoin him every chance that I get.

I think he started to notice this variety and has started to adopt it or so I 'd like to think. I have become a complete easy boy, a tart for Jake 's attending which makes me sick to my stomach and at the same sentence tidal bore for more.

Now, whenever I get home, I search the unharmed apartment for him just so that I can hug him and give him a kiss on his buttock. The first meter I did this, Jake was very surprise 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 hired hand and places an intense, long buss on my face. Every fourth dimension he does that I just feel like hugging him taut 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 slight lazy I leave Jake finishing it up by himself and lay on the sofa with my peg still hanging trying to choose something to determine. Jake will then come and sit next to me only to see me scud to accommodate him laying behind me. As soon as he lays completely down, he wraps his arm around my waist and displume me into him in a truehearted separatrix. This always brings butterflies to my belly and that 's why I keep on doing it in the expectation Jake will respond like this every time. I think he noticed my gasp when he first did it and has continued to do it knowing what he might have 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 sentence '' anymore. Whenever we don't get to do it for some ground I get to craving it to the extent of feeling physically hurt. It's like I need to feel his touch, his odour. Once I caught myself going through his dirty wash 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 jersey. I could feel a little bit of his sweat and a hint of his cologne but his spirit was there and it was so strong that it made me feel whole at every deep breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.

We decided to watch out a repulsion movie tonight. It 's a picture Jake has been meaning to keep an eye on for a while and I comply even if I 'm not into this sort of genre. I keep holding on to Jake 's branch all throughout the movie and covering my eyes with them during the scariest region. Jake ca n't facilitate but chuckle every once in a piece which makes me feel embarrassed. When the movie ends, Jake gets up to lead to bed and places a kiss on my forehead as if to bid goodnight to retrieve a pouty son with pup dog middle still embarrassed that a picture got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my fount in his manpower and asks :

'' What 's the matter kiddo ? ``

'' I 'm frighten '' I mumble.

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

'' Yeah ... it 's just that it 's drab. Maybe next time 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 log Z's with me tonight. I do n't want 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 excited but uneasy to be sleeping with Jake so I give extra thought to what I'll wear to bed with him. I usually sleep in loose gym trunks and a t-shirt and that 's what I decided to fag out today too. I think I should n't interchange my wont or he might get suspect that I might be uneasy for the wrong reasons. I know Jake usually sleeps naked and I find myself thinking about that patch 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 appropriate to sleep naked beside me. I really wouldn't mind if he did. Wow, that thought is a bit startling, if I'm having these form of thoughts, maybe it 's for the comfortably that he decided to change his nightly attire.

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

Jake is large than me, it's clear we don't share the Saami 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 goodness as they are.

I wake up in the morning to the best Nox's eternal sleep I've had since my parents'divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my headspring and observance the aroma coming from the kitchen. Jake is preparing breakfast. I'm really a golden guy.

"aurora, kiddo. How did you sleep ?"

"Morning… I hadn't slept this well in a recollective 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 sopor with Jake but I can't overcome a slight sense of shame I feel about it. I want Jake to hold me all dark, I want to sense his warmth and his breath on my neck but something Tell me it's haywire. I shouldn't be feeling like this about a man, I'm a full-strength guy anyway, aren't I ? And Jake is my father. I shouldn't be feeling like this about my father.

After a few solar day, as we're having dinner,

'' What 's wrong ? You almost did n't touch your food. '' Jack says.

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

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

"No, it's amercement, it's just that… Hmm… I have n't been to the toilet in 5 twenty-four hours. ''

'' Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about ! You used to be comparable that as a kid when something was bothering you. Your mother used to help you with that and used to exchange your diet a little. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I 'll go fetch the stuff and nonsense to do what your female parent 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 MD who recommended it since you could n't engage any laxatives. We do n't consume any laxatives at home, I can buy them tomorrow or we can try this proficiency if you want. I 'm your begetter 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 physical structure does feel uncomfortable, the sooner I solve this the better. Are you certainly you 're ok with it ? ``

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

"Hhaa… TMI ! ! !"

"Hahaha ! Go on, start on the bed and we 'll strike charge of it. ``

Jake comes with a thermometer in his paw, a vaseline container in the other and a towel on his arm. He sits down succeeding to me and says `` go on, turn around ''. I do as he says and I can sense his deal touching mine as he helps me slide down my shorts. He rolls over the towel and places it under me as to kick upstairs my seat. 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 pickle and rubbing it thoroughly. He 's very appease but firm at the Lapp time, I ca n't help but get a bit startled by noticing my tool twitching at the touching of Jake's finger on my hole. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can piddle me own a sexual reaction. I think I'm in big bother.

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