Uncle Reece

My mind filled with a confused, hesitant desire; the desire of my budding teen sexuality, the images that filled my head when Hunter breathlessly whispered into the phone, « last night dad fucked me, » the instinctive feeling of the desire of one virile gay man coming face to face with another, when I opened the door to my apartment.

I raised up and looked at my uncle and he looked back. I couldn’t read his mind but I recognized the familiar look in his eyes. We both stopped breathing. Our faces leaned into each other until our lips barely touched. We pulled back. We both knew that, if we kissed again, we wouldn’t… couldn’t stop. Maybe, on some deep level we knew we shouldn’t, but our lips met again anyways.