But I had needs, and if I got together with a consenting adult, what should that possibly matter to anyone else. I was always very careful. I made sure the chances of being seen by a student or faculty member were next to none.
I lived forty-five minutes away from Portville State, and was planning on meeting this sub a half hour in the other direction. When I chose him I was careful to check out his profile. He had an age listed—twenty years old, which meant he could be a student—but the chances of that being the truth were pretty slim. Subs always tried to appear more appealing on those sites, and young was always in demand.
I understood why they did it. Most hookup sites were pretty cutthroat and ruthless. There was so much competition, and it was almost impossible to stand out in a sea of nameless, and sometimes faceless, strangers.
I was lucky, I was a Dom, which meant older was generally better. The Daddy type had been hot for a while, and most new subs automatically went for something along those lines. The not-too-threatening, older, hot Dom who would tell them what to do, but without too much rough stuff. I was all for that. For a one-night hookup I could be anyone’s hot Daddy.
Of course, I had to make sure I stayed in shape. There were plenty of people looking for chubby, bear-type Daddies, and usually they would put that in their listing so as not to disappoint. But a lot of subs were looking for a Dom who was not only hot, but fit.
It didn’t really matter if you were a Dom or a sub, in this hookup culture looks were pretty important, which wasn’t a huge deal for me. It just meant I had to find the time to get in a few work-outs a week. But that was a small price to pay if I wanted to get laid now and again with the convenience of a hookup site, and without the risk of it becoming a relationship.
For a long time I had convinced myself that it was my career that kept me single. That I had too much work to do to make tenure. But once I had that under my belt I really couldn’t use it as an excuse anymore. And with each colleague who asked me when I was going to settle down again, it became more and more clear that I was the odd man out. I was the only professor in the entire English department who was still single.
But I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want to fall into that trap again. Not with another sub. I had built my life around my former mate, Danny, and when he left it just about killed me. And he didn’t even leave me for another man, which would have made it easier somehow. I would have been able to justify my anger and resentment. But Danny left because he needed to find himself. He said I had done my job. I had guided him along a path that was exactly what he needed.
Unfortunately, at the end of that path it wasn’t me he saw standing there waiting for him. It was a different life with a different partner. It just about killed me, but I knew I had to let him go. I wouldn’t have been able to look myself in the mirror if I’d made it hard for him to take what I had taught him and move on. I had to let him go so he could be true to himself.
But there was no way I could let myself be that vulnerable again. I was forty-two and had spent ten years of my life in one of the most fulfilling relationships I could imagine. I’d taken a young man and trained him to be everything I wanted and needed. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him. But when the relationship ended, that was it for me. The rest of my life was going to be dedicated to teaching and watching my brothers raise their beautiful families. Nothing else. I would be there for my family in every way I could, but after Danny left, I accepted the fact that I would never have children of my own.
That was eight years ago when Danny left, and meeting random strangers for one night stands in gas station bathrooms had been my only form of sexual release in all that time. It was a secret I had to keep from almost everyone I knew so I could maintain my position at the university. And amazingly, this stranger I’d found online was willing to meet me at the very gas station bathroom I had suggested.
It was almost an hour and a half outside of Portville, so it was doubtful the guy lived there. But even if he did, and was crazy or desperate enough to drive all the way out to Scapoose just to suck some cock, the chances of me knowing him, or him recognizing me, would be next to impossible. Especially if I stayed in my stall and he stayed in his, which was my plan.
I got there early, as I always do. Some people are always running late, and some manage to be on time. I’m chronically early. I always have been. But I’ve come to accept it as an advantage, especially in situations like this, where I liked to scout out the area before anything went down. I checked out the gas station before I parked, and was relieved that there wasn’t a car in sight. I got out of my car, made my way to the men’s room door, then slipped inside unnoticed. Then I went straight to my old familiar corner stall.
I’d noticed the glory hole in the stall wall a few years earlier when I’d taken a drive and stopped for gas. As common as they seemed to be in porn and random stories, glory holes weren’t something you came across in every men’s room. Occasionally I would spot them, but for the most part, they seemed more an urban legend than anything, and were generally too small for me anyway.
The glory hole in this men’s room was particularly roomy and I wound up giving it a try that very first day. Someone came into the bathroom that day, entered the stall next door, and removed the piece of wood on their side of the wall that was blocking the hole.
I immediately turned so my face wasn’t in view of whoever was in the other stall. I had been caught off guard and wasn’t sure exactly what they wanted. But I quickly became interested when I heard a deep voice. “Pitching or catching?”
I smiled at the prospect of an impromptu, no-strings blow job. “Pitching,” I said, in what sounded more like a question. I guess because I still wasn’t convinced it could be this easy.
“Sounds good to me.”
I immediately unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was the first time I’d ever done anything like this and just the prospect of getting my cock sucked by a total stranger made me rock hard. I’d met Danny through a local BDSM group, and before that, I’d never even considered public sex. It just wasn’t something I’d been comfortable with. But suddenly, and without me even realizing it, that first experience in a gas station men’s room became a preview of what was to come for years.
When I arranged these hookups I always kept everything as separate as I could. I made it clear what I expected, and what the other person would be getting—no physical contact at all other than his lips surrounding my cock on the other side of the wall. I kept all conversation to a minimum and never let myself be seen. I preferred to leave the bathroom first, so, after I came, I would tell the guy to wait for a solid minute after he heard the bathroom door shut.
I would then go to my car and leave immediately. I didn’t want anyone to get a plate number or description, even though I drove a very generic black SUV. I just couldn’t risk being found out. I also liked leaving everything I did in that men’s room behind after I left. It wasn’t something I was fully able to admit to myself, but after everything with Danny ended I wanted to keep my sex life separated from every other aspect of my life. I didn’t want to think about it at all in my daily life. Until the need arose again and I went online to set up another midnight hookup.
When I heard the bathroom door open and I heard the stall door next to me opened and closed, I knew this was my guy. He’d followed my directions exactly and he made it here when he said he would. Very prompt. I liked that. But thirty seconds went by and nothing was happening. He hadn’t said a word and the piece of wood blocking the glory hole on his side was still in place. I wondered if maybe he had changed his mind. I tapped on the piece of wood to let him know he needed to remove it.
“Oh, sorry,” a young voice said from the other stall. “I’ve never been out here before … and I guess I’m a little out of it. Tired, I mean. But I’m not on any drugs or anything.” He actually sounded much younger than I was expecting, and very sweet. He sounded like he was, in fact, twenty years ol
d, or at the very least in his early twenties, and like he could be one of my students.
Of course, against my better judgement, that thought immediately added an element of danger and made me rock hard. There was something in his tone too, something that reminded me a little bit of Danny. It wasn’t quite innocence, but that did seem to be coming through. What really stood out to me was the sound of genuine submission he had in his voice. There was a desire to please that was very evident.
I’d been around enough clubs and groups and meet ups to detect that sort of thing, and fairly quickly. It probably also had to do with the fact that I had been a professor for over fifteen years, and could read people almost immediately. I could scan a classroom on the first day and would be able to pinpoint the students who would skip regularly, those who would come to class late in their pajamas, those who wouldn’t even make it through the entire semester, and the ones who would excel.
There was something in this sub’s voice that pulled at me and made me want to take him under my wing, just like one of my students … or like Danny. But that was impossible. I couldn’t let myself go there, even in my mind. So, without saying a word I unzipped my pants. I could hear the sub’s quickening breath as I inserted my cock into the hole, and I let out a deep sigh when I felt his warm lips surround the head.
He was very good. He took more than half my cock down his throat without putting his hands around my shaft. I didn’t even need to thrust my hips at all. I just leaned against the stall wall, gripping the top with my fingers, and let the sub on the other side take over.
I heard his zipper go down and I knew that meant he was playing with himself while he sucked me off. The thought of that—of him being so turned on by sucking my cock that he had to jerk himself off—made me that much more excited. That and his scent. Good lord, the omega smelled amazing, and almost familiar.
The entire experience—the desire to please in his voice, the omega’s incredible floral scent, his blow job skills, and the fact that he couldn’t keep himself from jerking off while he took me down his throat—all of it brought me to the edge of my orgasm within a matter of minutes. Then, the thing that topped everything off, was hearing that sub come right as I shot my load down his throat.
I could feel the vibration as the muffled moan melted from his throat, and it just about drove me out of my mind. That sub continued to suck on my cock as I drained into him and started to go limp, but I could feel myself get hard again almost immediately.
“Do you want to fuck me?” the sub asked in that desperate-to-please tone. I stood there shaking for an impossibly long moment, staring down at my cock as it hung over the edge of the glory hole. It was the most tempting offer I’d ever had in my life.
“That was perfect,” I said. “Let’s just leave it at that.” I’d tried to sound convincing, mostly for my own benefit, but when the words came out they had no conviction whatsoever. And before I could pull my cock back out of the glory hole and zip up, I felt a warm hand wrap around my shaft again. I moaned when I felt his soft tongue tickle the head of my cock, then I closed my eyes and leaned into that hot mouth. Then, before I knew what was happening, my cock was slipping inside another warm hole … and I knew it was no mouth.
My brain was screaming at me to pull out but my body wouldn’t listen. All my cock wanted in that moment was to feel the deep, wet, warmth of the omega that enveloped it, and to smell that heavenly scent that he gave off each time he backed up and took me in deeper.
Then the inevitable happened. To my horror, my knot started to form. I let out a loud cry, partly from the intensity of finally knotting inside an omega after all these years, but also from the utter fear of what I was allowing to happen. All I could hope for now was that the omega was on birth control, because there was no way I was getting my cock back out until I came inside him.
It was the most glorious experience I’d had in a long time, even though I was gripping a hard metal wall instead of the soft hips of an omega. Everything about that experience was so viceral, even though only one part of our bodies was touching.
But the desperate moans coming from the other side of the stall sent shivers straight down my spine. Each time he backed himself up and I bottomed out inside him he sounded like he was getting something he’d been wanting … or needing … for a long time, and I was the one giving it to him. When I heard his voice drop a little lower I knew he was coming, and that was all I needed to push me over the edge once again.
As soon as my knot went down something snapped in me and I came to my senses. I pulled out, tucked my cock inside my pants and zipped up, then ran out of that bathroom. I was ashamed of letting myself get so far out of control and I was angry with myself for putting my career in jeopardy. But most of all I was embarrassed of my reaction to this sub. I didn’t want to be affected like that by anyone, but here I was allowing myself to knot inside a stranger, then running and hiding like a kid.
I left the bathroom and went straight to my car. But I didn’t leave. My head was spinning and I could barely see straight. I’d knotted inside an omega, and then I’d walked away. That was the worst possible thing I could have done. But I couldn’t deal with any of it just then. I didn’t want to think about the repercussions someone in my position might suffer.
But all the same, I had to see who he was. I had to know what this perfect sub looked like. Not that I knew anything about him at all. So there was no way I could really know he was perfect. But just the way it felt being in that room alone with him. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt like I knew him.
And when I watched him open the bathroom door and walk to his car I realized I did know him. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I said out loud. He was one of my students.
Chapter 3
Shane
Perfect? Did he really say it was perfect?
I walked out of the men’s room and into the dark night in a total daze. I couldn’t believe the guy in the stall, the alpha with the insanely amazing scent, and that deep voice that resonated off the tile walls and all the way to my core. I couldn’t believe he said it was perfect. The minute his cock came through that hole and I smelled his amazing, deep scent it was like I had tunnel vision. All I could see, and smell, and taste was him.
I didn’t even know if it was cool that I jerked off while I was sucking his cock, I guess a good sub would have asked first, but I couldn’t keep myself from doing it. It was all just so amazing. I thought the whole experience was perfect even before he said it, but I never in a million years imagined that someone like him would be thinking the same thing as me.
And I hadn’t even seen him. I didn’t know anything about him. But I could feel it. There was something about him, about his voice and the way he talked to me. He was clearly a Dom, but he had a kindness in his voice that was rare, at least in my experience. The other dude in the park didn’t have it. He was just out for himself, and that was cool because some subs were into that. They wanted to be topped by a random stranger. They wanted the illusion of respect and control and power exchange and everything that went along with a D/s relationship, and that was fine for them. But I wanted the real thing. I wanted to feel that loss of control—that I had no choice but to submit. And this guy, he gave me that feeling in spades.
But I was sure now that I wanted something more. The experience in the bathroom with that Dom made it clear. I wanted a connection and I had it with that guy, and I swear he felt it too. He wouldn’t have knotted inside me if he didn’t. But this was supposed to be a one-night stand. There was no way I could hound this guy to meet up again. But I had to see him again. I had to figure out a way.
I thought maybe what I would do is casually let him know that I had a really good time, and that any time he wanted to I would be up for another hookup. That wouldn’t be too pushy or needy. It would be like I was suggesting a mutual appreciation thing. That we would be doing each other a favor.
It was 1:30 when I finally got home, so I immediately got i
n bed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that guy. Hawthorne. About his deep, resonating voice and the way he paused after I asked if he wanted to fuck me. He didn’t say no right away. He wanted to, I knew it. I could feel it.
So I spent the next two hours jerking off to the thought of him not just fucking me in the ass, but his knot growing inside me until I could barely take it any longer. Then his amazing groan as he came inside me. I even jerked off to the idea that he’d gotten me pregnant, which was entirely possible. I wasn’t on birth control because I’d only ever planned on giving blow-jobs. It wasn’t very smart to let someone I didn’t know or couldn’t even see stick his cock in me through a bathroom stall wall, but it was too late for regret.
It was kind of ridiculous how long it went on for. As soon as I came I would almost immediately get hard again. I lost count after the fourth orgasm, but there were plenty more after that. Then, when my alarm clock went off a couple hours later at 7 a.m. I could barely get my eyes open.
But I had to. I had class. It was the special summer semester I had signed up for, and since it was an accelerated course, missing a day was like missing a week. Plus, I was chosen for this course because of my grades. I couldn’t flake out or it would look terrible on my record.
The one thing I had on my side was the class was given in a huge auditorium, so I might be able to get away with sitting in the back and closing my eyes for a while. I figured I’d record the lecture with my tablet and take notes later.
But I knew I couldn’t keep doing this to myself. Even if that Dom said yes, that he wanted to meet again, I couldn’t stay out that late again and risk my entire college education for a blow job in a bathroom.
I jumped in the shower, then got dressed and drove to school with my eyes half closed. As I made my way to the auditorium something hit me and I had to lean up against the wall to steady myself. It was that scent from last night. The alpha in the men’s room.
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