Luka Pov:
I couldn't stop thinking about him. My stepdad, with his broad shoulders, that rough stubble on his jaw, and the way his muscles flexed under his shirt when he worked around the house. I'd known I was gay for years, but this crush on him? It hit me like a freight train the day he moved in with Mom. No one else knew, and I sure as hell wasn't telling. Today, though, I needed release. Badly.
I locked my bedroom door—or at least I thought I did—and dimmed the lights. My laptop sat on the bed, screen glowing with the video I'd bookmarked weeks ago. Hardcore porn, the kind that twisted my fantasies into knots: a burly stepdad pounding his twink stepson, no holds barred. The twink looked a lot like me—slim, smooth skin, messy dark hair. I hit play, the moans filling the room as the
