My name is Gerasim, and I have a confession to make. I have a thing for my stepson. I know it's wrong. He's my wife's kid. I don't even know if he likes men, but I like him. Every time he looks at me, I tremble. My stomach flutters, my cock twitches, and I leak pre-cum like a madman, drooling after his medication. It's embarrassing how many times I've had to jerk off in the bathroom. Even at work, when I'm supposed to be concentrating on the projects in front of me, all I have to do is think of him and I'm hard. And then there's dinner time. He sits to my left and his knee brushes mine. I swear, sometimes I think he's doing it on purpose. Like maybe he wants me to make the first move? And then other times I think I'm imagining it all. Surely licking his lips can't mean anything. And when he gazes at me that way, like a puppy who wants to chew on a bone. I mean, I'm straight! What the fuck? When I'm with his mother all I can think about is fucking him. Every. Fucking. Night. I feel guilty about that, but I must have him. Soon. Maybe tonight, before he goes to bed. His mother will be at work then. I'll leave the bathroom door open. Let him watch me as I jerk off and see what he does then. I'll burn in hell, I'm sure of it. But if he acknowledges me, if he wants me the way I want him, I don't care how many fires I have to go through. As long as I get to fuck him. As long as I feel my big, uncut cock inside the boy, feel his tight hole clamping down at the base of my cock as I empty my balls into his hole. It will have all been worth it. And who knows? If I'm really lucky, maybe I'll make him the next Mrs. Gerasim Spartak.