Jake is a very sensitive person, 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 home to him after a long day of studying. It was honestly the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me and I was extremely grateful. He didn’t have 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 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 wouldn’t be any misunderstandings about my sexual orientation, 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 decision to support me through this difficult time. The strange thing is, they feel so natural. It’s like there’s something pulling me towards Jake. When we’re at home, I can’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 embrace it or so I’d like to think. I have become a complete soft 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 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 occasions. I think the shock has completely blown over because now he has been kissing me back. He holds my neck in his two hands and places an intense, long kiss on my cheek. Every time he does that I just feel like hugging him tighter 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 sofa with my legs still hanging trying to choose something to watch. Jake will then come and sit next to me only to see me scoot 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 butterflies to my stomach 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 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 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 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 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 feel whole at every deep breath that I took. I think I might be addicted to him.
We decided to watch a horror movie 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 movie and covering my eyes with them during the scariest parts. Jake can’t help 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 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 face in his hands and asks:
“What’s the matter kiddo?”
“I’m scared” I mumble.
“Awww, I didn’t know you’d be this sensitive to this kind of movie. I promise I won’t watch them anymore with you. Are you gonna be OK?”
“Yeah… it’s just that it’s dark. Maybe next time we can watch them during the day?…”
“OK, kiddo. Are you heading off to bed?”
“Ye.. yeah.. hmm.. I should, shouldn’t I?”
“Yeah, you should! Listen, if you’re that “apprehensive” maybe you could sleep with me tonight. I don’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 shorts and a t-shirt and that’s what I decided to wear today too. I think I shouldn’t change my habits or he might get suspicious that I might be uneasy 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 wasn’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 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 head 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 clear 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 morning to the best night’s sleep I’ve had since my parents’ divorce and an empty side of the bed. I lift my head and notice the 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 feel 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 hold me all night, I want to feel 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 wrong? You almost didn’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 fine, it’s just that… Hmm… I haven’t been to the toilet 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 change your diet a little. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I’ll go fetch the stuff to do what your mother did when you got like this.”
“What did she do? I don’t remember.”
“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 doctor who recommended it since you couldn’t take any laxatives. We don’t have any laxatives at home, 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”.
“Won’t it be weird 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 gross me out. Did you forget all those times 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 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 next to me and says “go on, turn around”. I do as he says and I can feel his hands 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 front of him wasn’t enough. It does make me feel 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 can’t help but get a bit startled by noticing my cock twitching at the touch of Jake’s finger on my hole. Just by rubbing my asshole this man can make me have a sexual reaction. I think I’m in big trouble.
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