My friends had no choice but to call the emergency contact on my phone. He picked me up the moment the call ended. I was drunk but I remember every detail of that night. I will never forget what happened after that party.
Jason drove me all the way back to his place. He knew that in the state I was, my parents would murder me for underage drinking.
I was so tired, and my limbs were weak from the booze. Walking felt like an Olympic game. Thus, he carried me to his room. That night, I wasn’t thinking straight but I knew that what I was about to tell him came from the depth of my heart.
I told him, “Jason, I- I like men. Don’t reject me for it. You won’t throw me out, huh?” Then I started crying like a freaking fountain.
From an outside perspective, it was certainly hilarious but for me who was bawling his eyes out after coming out, it waslike getting drafted to war. I was terrified that he’d see me differently.
How silly. Jason would never shun me for loving the same gender, but I was young, stupid and terrified.
That night he was especially gentle with me. He helped me undress and lay down in his bed. He kissed my forehead and murmured, “I know. It’s okay I still love you.”
I was so relieved, I cried again. He’s the most important person in my life, if he hadn’t been so caring and loving, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
Weeks later, something bloomed inside of my heart. Somewhere along the way, Uncle Jason became just Jason. I stopped seeing him as my closest relative and he became…more. It was hard to hide.
If he were to discover my feelings for him, he’d be disgusted, right? Well, turned out I was dead wrong.
One day, as we hung out at his place, I grabbed destiny by the balls and confessed my love for him. It was stupid of course but I couldn’t hide it forever, could I? Jason, to my surprise, didn’t say a word. Rather than that, he answered my confession with a deep and passionate kiss.
It was beyond my expectations, beyond any of my wildest dreams.
I was sixteen and he was thirty-two.
For an entire year we dated. I was head over heels for him and took any opportunity to be by his side. I slept at his place more often than my own. I lacked friends at that time, but I couldn’t have cared less because I had Jason.
I hung out with him almost every day and of course we were intimate. My first time with him, and ever, was a few weeks after my confession. It was during a warm summer night. School was over and summer break had just begun. Jason took a day off and I hung out at his place like usual.
That night though, the air was different. He kept watching me the whole evening. Sneaking glances at me as I ambled around the room in underwear and one of his shirts.
My parents raised me to be free in my sexuality and he liked it. He claimed it gave me a sweet charm he apparently couldn’t resist.
In the ears of someone desperate to be loved, it sounded like poetry. I was too young to understand how incredibly sick and wrong it was.
Suddenly, the room went quiet, and he called me over to the couch where he rested. I did as he asked and as he patted his lap for me to sit, I obeyed. Being close to him sent me over the moon. I positioned myself in his lap, facing him. Those hazel eyes of his gazed at me with an inconceivable desire he couldn’t hide.
Somehow, that night, I felt daring and confident. He cupped my jaw gently and stroked it with his thumb. Sliding his finger over my lips, he parted them to kiss me lustfully.
I had never been intimate with anyone before Jason. My body reacted to his touch and set me ablaze.
I wanted to feel himeverywhere. I craved his touch so ardently that I gave myself to him, completely.
Heart, body, and soul.
Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, his fingers grazed my skin and ripped off my clothes. He was eager to taste me, and I was eager to be devoured by him. His large hands kneaded my flesh, his lips kissing, sucking, and nibbling every acre of my skin.
He taught me how to suck dick and taught me how to stretch myself out. Patiently, he demonstrated his knowledge, and I used his teachings to please him. Everything I knew bloomed from him. In return, he allowed me to feel a high I hadn’t perceived the existence of before.
It was painful at first but after some practice I could only feel pleasure. For an entire year, we had to hide our relationship for obvious reasons. He was much older than me, my uncle by law and my parents would have murdered me if they found out.
At that time, it didn’t smack me in the face that he was twice my age or that we were legally related. I didn’t care.
When you’re used to seeing everything in black and white, you start yearning for color. Whether it’s red or green, the distinction matters little. The flags are just flags.
Smiling wistfully, I say, “It’s best if I go home.”
“Are you sure? I know you miss it too.”
