While My Wife Was Drunk, I Played With Her Nephew All Night | True Gay Story

while my wife drowned herself in alcohol as usual I eventually found myself playing with her nephew all night an experience so crazy and exciting that I'll never forget it the evening had begun like so many others the quiet hum of normaly filled the house only interrupted by the occasional clink of ice against glass and the soft Buzz of the television in the background my wife had come home earlier than usual flushed and giggling from an impromptu happy hour with friends she had barely kicked off her heels before reaching for another drink her laughter tapering into

the slurred self-indulgent mutterings that had become all too familiar I stood in the kitchen clearing away the remnants of dinner the weight of routine pressing heavily on me it wasn't new this feeling this loneliness that settled in the pit of my stomach each time she disappeared into her drunken Haze the rhythmic clatter of dishes against the sink was the only thing keeping my mind occupied but even that couldn't distract from the growing emptiness a soft knock on the door frame broke my focus I turned to see him my wife's nephew standing there his posture casual

but his gaze sharp over the years he had grown into himself shedding the uncertainty of Youth and replacing it with quiet confidence his presence filled the space in a way that felt almost unnatural like he was seeing something in me I wasn't sure I wanted to be seen hey everything okay his voice was low careful I nodded setting a plate on the drwing rack yeah just thinking his gaze flickered toward the living room where his aunt had curled up on the couch another drink in hand he exhaled slowly stepping further inside she's had a few

huh I sighed wiping my hands on a towel you know how she is he did he had seen it before the way she slipped too easily into intoxication the way she laughed too loud slurred her words just a little too much the way she neglected to notice anything beyond her own Indulgence his expression darkened for a brief moment his jaw tightening before he leaned against the counter you shouldn't have to deal with it alone he murmured his voice softer now I forced a small smile it's nothing I'm not used to something flickered in his eyes

something that made my chest tighten involuntarily he didn't look away and for a moment the space between us felt charged with something unspoken something neither of us dared acknowledge a burst of laughter from the living room shattered the silence pulling me back into reality I cleared my throat I should check on her he hesitated like he wanted to say more but instead he gave a slow nod yeah I'll be here if you need anything I didn't respond just offered him a small grateful smile before stepping away but even as I moved toward the living room

I could still feel the weight of his gaze lingering behind me the dim lighting did little to soften the mess of my wife sprawled on the couch her head led to the side her lips parted slightly as soft uneven breaths escaped her the half finished glass of wine on the table sat un touch now condensation pooling beneath it she was out just like always I stared at her for a long moment a dull tired ache settling in my chest this was our life her drinks my solitude and the quiet endless loop neither of us seemed

willing to break a shift behind me made me turn he was there again his arms crossed over his chest his expression unreadable as he glanced between me and his aunt he let out a slow breath shaking his head as he took a step forward she's out he murmured I nodded yeah she usually is by this time he studied me his gaze lingering on my face longer than it should it's not fair he said barely above a whisper the way she treats you I felt my fingers tighten against the counter it wasn't something anyone had ever

said to me before not in this way people nodded sympathetically made small talk around it but never acknowledged it outright you deserve better he added taking another stepped toward me you shouldn't have to spend your nights like this I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't come what could I say that I had accepted it that I had convinced myself it wasn't so bad that would have been a lie and we both knew it he reached out then his fingers brushing lightly against the back of my hand the touch was hesitant but it sent a

pulse of something electric through me I glanced up at him startled by the intensity in his gaze come sit with me he said his voice quiet but firm I hesitated for only a moment before letting him lead me back to the kitchen the air felt different now heavier more intimate the soft glow of the overhead light cast Long Shadows against the walls the distant hum of the television blending with the slow uneven rhythm of my wife's breathing I sat down fingers grazing the cool surface of the table grounding me he sat across from me leaning

in slightly his forearms resting on the wood his gaze never wavered steady and searching as if he could see through every carefully constructed layer I had built over the years and for the first time in a long time I felt like someone was actually looking at me really seeing me you're not happy he said and it wasn't a question I swallowed my hands resting in my lap it's complicated no he countered shaking his head it's not she doesn't appreciate you she doesn't see you something inside me cracked a tiny fisser in the armor I had

worn for so long it wasn't just his words it was the way he looked at me like I was worth something more like I wasn't just an afterthought I turned away blinking rapidly but he didn't let me Retreat his fingers reached across the table his touch featherlight as they closed over mine grounding me in a way I hadn't felt in years you deserve to feel wanted he murmured his thumb tracing slow deliberate circles over my skin the warmth of his touch seeped into me unraveling something deep inside my breath hitched I knew this was dangerous

knew that we were standing on the edge of something we couldn't take back but in that moment I didn't care I just wanted to feel something again I swallowed hard my throat suddenly dry this isn't my voice came out softer than I intended unsteady we can't his grip didn't tighten didn't pull he simply remained there waiting not pushing not demanding just existing in this moment with me tell me to stop he whispered and I will I should have the words were right there teetering on the edge of my lips but they wouldn't come instead my

fingers curled slightly beneath his responding before my mind could catch up my heart pounded my pulse drumming in my ears as I forced myself to meet his gaze his eyes burned into mine searching waiting you don't have to do this he said softly and for a fleeting second I thought he was giving me an out but then he added but I think you want to that single sentence sent a shiver down my spine he wasn't wrong and that terrified me I pulled away slightly not enough to sever contact completely but enough to make him hesitate

he leaned in just a fraction his warmth brushing Against The Space Between Us close but not overstepping my fingers trembled hovering just inches away from his I don't know what I'm doing I admitted my my voice barely above a whisper he exhaled his eyes never leaving mine maybe it's not about knowing he said maybe it's just about feeling the weight of his words settled in my chest heavy and undeniable for so long I had been numb walking through life with quiet resignation accepting my loneliness as if it were something I deserved but now now I

felt something again I closed my eyes for just a moment letting the silence stretch between us thick and charged the muffled sound of my wife's occasional murmur from the living room was a reminder of the world I was about to step away from a reminder that once I crossed this line there would be no going back but when I opened my eyes again and found him still waiting still offering not demanding not pushing I realized I had already made my choice slowly hesitantly I let my finger slide back beneath his accepting the warmth he was

offering he leaned closer his presence surrounding me and for the first time in years I let myself fall into it the air between us thickened charged with an energy neither of us dared name my pulse thrummed in my throat as I took a slow unsteady breath the silence stretching between us like a fragile thread the only sounds were the distant hum of the television and the slow rise and fall of my wife's breathing from the other room the world outside this small dimly lit space still existed but right now it felt like it was just

the two of us and nothing else else mattered his fingers remained against my skin warm and reassuring his gaze locked onto mine with a quiet intensity you don't have to pretend anymore he murmured not with me my heart pounded as I exhaled slowly a shudder running through me I'm not pretending I said but my voice was barely above a whisper I wasn't sure if I was lying or if I had simply convinced myself that denying my own emotions was the only way to survive he tilted his head slightly studying me his thumb still tracing small

slow circles over the back of my hand I see the way you look at me he said his voice even softer now like you're afraid to let yourself feel anything but you do feel something don't you I swallowed hard my throat tight it doesn't matter it does he countered his grip firming just slightly grounding me you deserve to be happy you deserve more than this my lips parted but no words came how could I respond to that how could I tell him that I had spent years convincing myself that I was fine that this was

the life I had Chosen and there was no changing it now but he saw through it past all the carefully constructed walls I had built around myself I pulled my hand back my pulse hammering as I pressed my Palms against my lap we can't I whispered it's wrong his expression shifted slightly something flickering in his eyes was it disappointment or understanding maybe both he hailed leaning back slightly but his gaze never wavered I don't think it is he said not when it feels like this I stood abruptly needing distance needing air my chair scraped against

the floor as I stepped away from the table crossing my arms tightly over my chest this isn't a choice I said shaking my head I'm married you're her nephew there's no way this I hesitated searching for the right words this moment between us could ever mean anything he was silent for a long time just watching me then finally he nodded if that's what you really believe he said his voice measured careful then I'll drop it I won't say another word but if there's even a part of you that's unsure then don't lie to yourself I

turned away gripping the edge of the counter my breath coming in uneven bursts I wanted to tell him he was wrong that he had imagined everything that I felt nothing but the words wouldn't come because deep down I knew they wouldn't be true I heard him shift his chair scraping softly against the floor and then the quiet sound of his footsteps as he approached my body tensed as he stopped just behind me close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him if you don't want me to be here he murmured his voice a

low vibration against my spine say the word and I'll leave my fingers curled around the counter's edge the silence stretched between us each second heavier than the last and still I said nothing his breath hitched slightly and then I felt it the lightest brush of his fingertips along my arm it was barely a touch yet it sent a shiver through me so intense that I almost gasped he hesitated waiting watching for any sign of rejection but I didn't move I stayed rooted in place my body betraying me he exhaled almost shakily before his hand slid

lower his fingers grazing mine where they gried the counter it wasn't forceful it wasn't demanding it was was just there an offering an unspoken question I turned my head slightly my breath unsteady as I finally looked at him his eyes were dark unreadable but his expression was open honest there was no pressure no expectation just quiet patience a sound from the living room startled me a shift in my wife's position a muttered incoherence in her sleep my breath caught reality slamming back into place like a bolt of lightning I yanked my hand back stepping away

so fast I nearly stumbled we can't do this I said my voice harsh more to myself than to him this is insane I don't know what I was thinking he ran a hand through his hair letting out a slow breath before nodding I understand but the way he said it the way his jaw tensed and his eyes lingered on me it was clear that this wasn't over not really and as I turned and hurried out of the kitchen retreating down the hallway to my bedroom I I knew with certainty that no matter how much I

tried to fight it something between us had shifted irreversibly I closed the door behind me leaning against it as I exhaled my breath shaky my hands were trembling my skin still burned where he had touched me I pressed my fingers against my temples willing myself to think rationally to push down the emotions clawing their way to the surface but the silence in the room did little to help it was deafening I could still feel the weight of his gaze still hear his voice voice lingering in my mind you don't have to pretend anymore not with

me I squeezed my eyes shut but it didn't help I wasn't just hearing his voice I was feeling it the warmth of his presence the way he had looked at me with something raw and unspoken the way his fingers had lingered against mine as if he wasn't ready to let go a distant sound echoed through the house a soft Shuffle the creek of floorboards under careful steps my heart jumped into my throat I held my breath listen listening it stopped outside my door I didn't move second stretched the air between us thick and electric even

with a door separating us and then as if he knew I was still awake still thinking about him just as much as he was thinking about me he spoke you don't have to pretend anymore his voice was quiet barely audible Through the Wood but it sent a shiver through me not with me I let out a slow breath my fingers tightening against the door handle I knew I should tell him to leave but I didn't he took a slow Step Closer Uncle James he murmured his voice quieter now more cautious as if testing the air

between us you don't have to pretend with me I swallowed my throat suddenly dry I could hear the low murmur of my wife shifting in her sleep from the other room the weight of her presence still tethering me to reality but it wasn't enough to stop the way my pulse quickened this is just a bad idea I whispered more to myself than to him then tell me to go he said simply he wasn't pushing wasn't pressuring just waiting I parted my lips but nothing came out he took another step closing the distance between us his

gaze steady patient you don't have to say anything he said Voice Low careful I just want to be here with you I exhaled slowly it was wrong I knew it but in this moment with the house cloaked in Shadows and loneliness hanging between between us like a thick fog I couldn't find the strength to push him away he lifted his hand again slower this time giving me the chance to stop him but I didn't move as his fingers brushed against mine once more his touch light but deliberate a quiet invitation my breathing shallowed as I

looked up at him his dark eyes studied me with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper something that made my skin prickle with anticipation the sound of the television droned on in the background ground my wife's breathing slow and oblivious come sit he said nodding toward the couch in the den just off the kitchen I hesitated just for a moment Then followed the cushions dipped beneath our weight as we settled into the quiet space the dim light cast a warm glow over his features highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw the subtle flicker of something

unreadable in his gaze he turned slightly facing me I don't like seeing you like this he admitted his voice softer now like you're just existing I let out a quiet breath shaking my head it's not that simple maybe it is he countered you deserve more than this I met his eyes searching for something some kind of clarity maybe but all I found was the unspoken truth that had been simmering between us for far too long he reached up his fingers brushing along the side of my face the gesture was so simple so intimate that it

sent a shiver down my spine his touch lingered barely grazing my jaw before trailing down skimming the curve of my throat I should have pulled away I should have stopped this before it started but instead I leaned into the warmth of his palm my eyes fluttering shut for just a second a second too long he exhaled sharply as if he hadn't expected me to let him in but now that I had he wasn't hesitating his fingers slid beneath my chin tilting my face toward his uncle James he murmured again his breath warm against my lips

I inhaled shakily my hands gripping the cushion beneath me as if that would somehow keep me grounded this is I started but the words caught in my throat as he closed the remaining distance brushing his lips over mine in the lightest most tentative kiss a whisper of contact nothing more but it was enough to set my whole body a light I let out a slow shaky breath my eyes still closed my heart pounding he pulled back only slightly just enough to let me decide what happened next I didn't move away instead I tilted my chin

up closing the distance once more this time the kiss wasn't hesitant it was slow deliberate his lips moving against mine in a way that felt like Discovery like unraveling something that had been waiting to be set free a deep sigh escaped me as his fingers Tangled in my hair his other hand settling on my waist drawing me closer the heat between us grew melting away whatever resistance I had left the television hummed in the background my wife slow even breathing a dull reminder that the rest of the world still existed but in this moment in

this space it was just us he pulled me onto his lap his hands steady against my hips as I settled against him my body molding to his like we had done this a thousand times before my fingers skimmed his jaw tracing the rough edges of his stubble before sliding into his hair I had forgotten what this felt like what it felt like to be wanted to be touched with care with reverence his lips trailed lower skimming along my jaw down the column of my throat I arched instinctively a soft gasp escaping me as his hands

roamed exploring every inch of me with unhurried intent the reality of where we were of what we were doing flickered at the edge of my mind but it wasn't enough to stop me not now not after feeling this after remembering what it was like to be desired to be cherished and so I let it happen I let myself drown in him in his touch in his warmth in the way he whispered my name like it meant something and as the night stretched on as the walls I had spent years building crumbled away I knew there

was no turning back now I didn't want to I didn't fight it when he guided me to stand nor when he pressed a silent question into the air between us waiting for my answer without speaking I had already answered in the way I hadn't pulled away in the way my body leaned into him instead of away a soft Creek echoed under our weight as he led me from the kitchen past the dim glow of the living room where my wife remained sprawled on the couch lost in her own intoxication each step felt heavy thick with

a kind of urgency that wasn't rushed somewhere along the way we had shifted Direction finding ourselves in the hallway my breath hitched when I realized where we were heading the bedroom my bedroom it should have felt wrong it should have felt Unthinkable but it didn't I stepped inside his presence following close behind me as I shut the door with deliberate care locking out the rest of the world the air was warmer here more intimate thick with the weight of everything we weren't saying for a moment we simply stood there staring at each other in the

dim light spilling in from the Street Lamp outside his expression was unreadable but his eyes those eyes held everything neither of us had the courage to say aloud you sure his voice was barely above a whisper but the weight of his question was anything but light I exhaled slowly letting my hand find his yes and just like that the space between us disappeared time ceased to exist the hours melted together lost in the unrelenting pull between us it wasn't hurried it wasn't Reckless it was slow burning stretching into the kind of night that refused to

be forgotten I had forgotten what this felt like to be seen to be wanted to have someone's undivided attention Linger on me for so long that the outside world faded into nothing at some point we Tangled ourselves in the sheets the darkness wrapping around us like a secret neither of us was willing to give up just yet he traced lines against my skin his touch lingering even in the Stillness there were no rushed movements no frantic urgency just an unspoken Bren understanding that neither of us wanted the night to end and it didn't it stretched

on long past the moment exhaustion should have claimed us every time silence settled we found new ways to fill it whispered confessions soft laughter stolen glances in the dark I had never spoken this much in a single night I had never felt this awake I could feel the night slipping away but I wasn't ready to let it go I think we eventually did it like five or six times I was surprised he even lasted so but then all of a sudden a sound from Beyond the Door made my breath catch a shift in weight the

unmistakable Mumble of my wife stirring in her sleep we both froze my heart slammed against my ribs the reality of what we had done sinking in like an anchor for a moment neither of us moved the tension crackling between us like a live wire the house was still except for the slow steady sound of my wife's breathing followed by another heavy sigh as she resettled herself the silence stretched until I was sure we were in the clear but my pulse remained unsteady he exhaled beside me rolling onto his side so he could see me better

you okay I nodded though my body still hummed with adrenaline yeah he studied me for a moment as if deciding whether to believe me then slowly his fingers brushed against mine again this time softer more deliberate you're thinking too much he murmured his voice barely audible in the quiet room I sighed shifting slightly under the sheets I can't help it he smirked something teasing flickering in his expression you did for a while I felt my face heat but I didn't deny it silence settled again but this time it wasn't suffocating it was warm heavy with

something I wasn't ready to name just yet as the minutes ticked on exhaustion finally began creeping in lulling me into a drowsy Haze his hand found mine beneath the sheets fingers tangling lazily in I let them stay there Dawn was already beginning to creep through the curtains when I stirred a quiet peaceful warmth pressed against my back a steady rise and fall that wasn't my own for a moment I let myself exist there caught between the haze of sleep and wakefulness unwilling to move unwilling to let go but reality always had a way of pulling

me back I shifted and as I did I felt him stir behind me a quiet exhale a slight adjustment of weight NE NE of us spoke for a long time when I finally turned meeting his gaze in the dim Morning Light something inside me clenched we had done something Reckless something irreversible but as he reached out brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead all I could think about was how alive I felt he leaned in just slightly his lips barely grazing my temple before pulling away I should go I swallowed hard nodding yeah

neither of us moved not yet it wasn't regret I felt as I watched him finally slip from the bed Gathering his clothes moving as quietly as possible to avoid waking my wife it was something else entirely something I wasn't ready to let go of he paused at the door glancing back at me something unreadable in his gaze good night Uncle James it was morning now but I didn't correct him instead I whispered good night and then he was gone I lay there long after he had left staring at the ceiling feeling the absence of his

warmth beside me the house was still the world outside was waking and I had never felt more awake in my life but the craziest part was that the story didn't end there the first thing I noticed was the weight beside me was gone the sheet still held the faint warmth of his body but he was no longer there for a moment I lay still my mind sluggish as it wrestled with the Blurred Haze of the night before the memories rushed back in fragments the quiet Whispers The stolen glances the way our hands had found each

other in the dim glow of the room the way he had touched me like I was something precious something he didn't want to lose the weight of it all pressed down on my chest like an invisible hand I forced myself to sit up the Morning Light spilling through the thin curtains casting soft lines across the bed my heart pounded as I listened to the house it was still too still the quiet was unnerving thick with the unspoken my wife's breathing had stopped at least the slow drunken Rhythm that had filled the house for hours I

swallowed pushing the sheets aside as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed the floor was cool beneath my feet grounding me in reality my clothes were strewn carelessly across the room a stark reminder of what had transpired only hours ago I grabbed my robe pulling it around me with shaky hands before stepping toward the door the hallway stretched ahead bathed in the soft glow of morning my breath caught as I heard the faint rustle of movement from the kitchen I exhaled moving cautiously down the hall my pulse thrumming with every step when

I reached the doorway I saw him he was standing at the counter his back to me sipping from a glass of water he was already dressed his hair still slightly disheveled from sleep my heart clenched at the sight of him at the familiarity we had forged in just one night at the way it felt so impossible and yet so inevitable he must have sensed me because he turned his eyes meeting mine instantly something flickered in his expression relief uncertainty a quiet understanding I wasn't sure but it settled between us thick and unspoken morning he said

his voice hushed I nodded stepping into the kitchen morning we stood there in silence for a moment the tension from the night before still lingering between us like a ghost refusing to be exercised he ran a hand through his hair exhaling slowly I was going to leave before you woke up I wasn't sure how to respond to that was I relieved disappointed maybe both why didn't you he gave a soft humorless chuckle shaking his head I don't know he set the glass down leaning against the counter maybe I just wasn't ready to walk away yet

I swallowed my throat suddenly dry we shouldn't talk about this I know he looked at me searching my face but we will won't we I had no answer for that before I could say anything else a sound from the living room made my stomach twist heavy footsteps a low tired groan my wife was waking up panic shot through me but he was already moving he stepped past me his shoulder brushing mine as he made his way toward the back door I'll see you later he murmured his voice too quiet for anyone else to hear then

he was gone I stood Frozen my heart hammering against my ribs as my wife shuffled into the kitchen rubbing her face with one hand her eyes blury from sleep or the remnants of her drinking morning she grunted moving past me toward the coffee maker she didn't even glance in my direction the relief that washed over me was immediate followed quickly by a deep sinking guilt I busied myself at the sink pretending to rinse a glass that was already clean my mind raced replaying the night the morning the way her nephew had looked at me before

he left the way he had waited for me to say something to tell him how I felt what I wanted but I had said nothing and now I wasn't sure if I ever would so that wraps up the story I think I'm so curious what you think of it since I really don't know what to think of it myself please let me know your thoughts in the comments thanks in advance