Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation

I was barely sixteen when I figured out how fucked up I was. While other guys my age bragged about girls and notch counts, I jerked off to the thought of being slammed against a wall, choked until my vision blurred, fucked until I couldn’t breathe. And there’s just one guy who I can’t get off my mind, the only man I wanted to choke to my own freaking death. My mom’s new husband, stepfather.I pushed the heavy front door open before pulling my key from the lock. “Hello?” All I wanted now was to get some food and collapse on my bed. Probably jerk off to the thought of my stepfather if I’m lucky enough. My voice echoed through the huge home. I’d always wondered why Mom had been so keen for Marcus to buy such a big place. After I left for college, it was just the two of them. After locking up behind me, I crossed the granite-tiled foyer, passing the huge dining room and office, and on to the huge kitchen-slash-great room space. “Mom? I’m home!”After dropping my bag off in my bedroom, I

Marcus POV Two days had passed since that night in the closet, but I still couldn’t shake it. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Elias on his knees, lips stretched around me, eyes looking up like he needed it more than air. The image wouldn’t leave. And now Gloria was really gone—left for some new guy who “saw her.” She didn’t even say goodbye to her own son. Just packed up and disappeared. We sat across from each other at the dining table. Elias looked small, nervous, picking at his food. I barely touched mine. My mind kept drifting back to the lace, the makeup, the way he’d swallowed every drop like he was starving for it. “I hadn’t planned anything,” he said quietly. “I was in a place I shouldn’t have been, scared I’d get caught. Things just… happened.” His eyes searched mine, shiny with tears. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please don’t be mad. Please.” The fear in his voice hit me hard. It made something protective rise up inside me, mixed with something darker. I hated that he was

Levi’s pov. I stood under the shower, letting the scalding water pound against my shoulders, trying to wash away the sticky mess still clinging to my skin from dinner. Enzo is insane. He’s fucking insane. Under the goddamn table with both our parents sitting right there—Mama laughing at one of Steve’s dad jokes, Steve reaching for the wine bottle—while Enzo’s hand had crept up my thigh like he owned it. His fingers had found me already half-hard, squeezed the length of me through my chinos until pre-cum soaked through the fabric, until I had to choke back a gasp and pretend I’d swallowed wrong.And me? Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I got even harder at the thought of something so despicable. The risk of it—the sheer wrongness—had lit me up like gasoline on a match. My cock had throbbed in his palm while Mama asked if the food was too spicy, while Steve nodded approvingly at whatever bullshit Enzo was saying about his internship. I’d sat there leaking for my stepbrother, thighs trem