Home Is With You

22 • Safe Space

You know, waking up the morning after being thoroughly fucked is always great. It gives you a blissful feeling and waking up with the man that did it is even better. The worst part is trying to move. You're sore, you're legs refuse to cooperate, you are left questioning every life decision that could of led to this moment.

So here I lay in bed with Homer holding me against his chest, the pain in my lower back making me squirm. Feeling Homer's cock pressing into my ass making me whine softly. "Jeremy I'm trying to sleep." I hear Homer say. "Well sorry your cock is digging into my ass. My very sore ass, mind you." I reply. "Who is the one that kept saying one more?" Homer said as he chuckled. "Touche. Now move your arms I need to go shower." I say tapping his arm.

Homer grunted as he let me go, pulling my leg over the side of the bed. Going to stand, I grip the bed before my knees give out underneath me. "Pfft." Homer laughed as he looked at me on the floor. "Shut up and help me." I roll my eyes playfully.

Homer picked me up from the floor carrying me in the bathroom. Without a single word we got in the shower and I watched as Homer cleaned me gingerly.  From head to toe not missing a single inch of my skin.

It made me feel cared for. In all my other relationships there was never anyone to help me get clean or to cuddle with. I wanted intimacy, craved it. I had never met a man that would clean me completely, inside and out, but not want to do anything sexual. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh but he didn't act on it.

"Thank you for cleaning me." I say to him as he dries himself off from the shower. "Why are you thanking me?" He asked as he placed me near the sink so we could brush our teeth. "I always had to clean myself up. I never had someone to do it for me." I shrug. "Hmm. Did you forget that I crave physical touch? Or that relationships need to have intimacy?" Homer asked as he held me steady.

"No. I haven't. It's been a longtime since I felt so cared for, I guess." I say to him shrugging as I wash my face. "Better get used to it. Do you want me to drop you off to work since your legs are out of commission?" Homer asks as we move to the the bedroom.

"No, I think I'll be okay. So what are we doing tonight?" I asked as I got dressed. "I was thinking I could take you on a date tonight." He hums as he gets dress for work.

"Where to? I can meet you there when I get off work." I ask him as I shuffle down the stairs with a obvious limp. "I was thinking maybe this nice restaurant that I want to try with you." He said as he started cooking breakfast for us.

"Okay well when am I meeting you there?" I hum. "I was thinking at eight tonight. That way we can shower and get dressed." He shrugs. "Alright. So what are you making?" I ask him trying to peak over his shoulder. "Sausage, cheese eggs and french toast." He replies as he scrambles the eggs.

"Sounds perfect. I'm starving." I groan holding my stomach as it rumbled. He set breakfast on the table.  "Thanks Homer." I say as I start eating my food.

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I smile at my coworkers waving at them as the walked to their respective classes. Walking into a room I smile at the group of veterans. "Hello everyone today we are doing some prolonged exposure today. For most of you this is your first session, so if you're feeling anxious or fearful that's totally okay. PE can be daunting for most. Okay so what are we feeling right now going into this?" I ask them.

"Extreme fear", "Anxious", "Determined" is what I heard across the group. "Why are you feeling determined?" I ask one veteran. "Because it's been almost eight years since I was in the service and it's pathetic that I'm letting my trauma hold me back from living my life." They said.

"I sense that you are very angry about what has happened to you. It's good that you can express that. But saying that your trauma is holding you back is pathetic is not okay. No one should feel ashamed or feel pathetic that they have trauma. It makes you human." I say to them.

Nodding they seemed deep in thought as I continued the session. Taking turn the veterans shared their trauma as if they were reliving the moment. Some more traumatic that other but it was all valid.

Eventually the session ended and everyone went to leave expect one veteran from earlier. "Jeremy can I speak with you in private." They said their hands fidgeting. "Yes please follow me to my office." I say to them.

Sitting down in my office, we sit on the couch as I turn to them. "My therapist says that I need to tell someone I trust what happened to me. And I only trust you as of right now." They said making me nod.

"The only reason I was in the army was because my dad practically forced me. I wanted to be a chemist. But when I got in the army boot camp, my executive officer he...r-ra-raped me. He did it all throughout basic training. When I left, I thought I was safe but his sister was the lieutenant of my platoon. She did it too. I hated it. I felt like I was stripped of my manhood. My dignity. Like I was some whore. Whenever I would go to tell a senior officer or anyone they would say I'm lying or would give me a condescending smirk. Like I was a joke." They said as my fist clenched in my lap.

"I have something I would like to share." I start with a sigh.