wanting what my brother had, a partner to love, and a baby. Then I described a fantasy man, someone I wasn’t sure knew I existed, but who I’d loved from afar for a long time.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah, I don’t even know what possessed me to do it, but something inside me made me put it all out there. It’s crazy. I talked about how this man is perfect in every way. Every physical feature that I find the most attractive in a person, he has them. Dark eyes, dark hair, wiry but toned body. Then I wrote at length about his scent. How when I closed my eyes it wove stories in my subconscious. Stories about a beautiful home filled with children and flowers and love. So much love it was overflowing and spilling out every window and door. Love that I felt so intensely that all I could do was fall back and let it flow through me.”
“Wow. That’s so awesome. And you talked about wanting to have his babies?”
“Um, yeah, that was the gist. I mean, I made a couple changes—in the college this man worked at and the name of the town I lived in—I guess so I wasn’t just screaming into a megaphone I want to have your babies Professor Lewis! But he had to have gotten the hint.”
“It doesn’t sound like it was a hint as much as it was an ode to him. An essay on the reasons why he needed to knot inside you and fill you with his babies.”
“Yeah, basically.”
“Wow,” Carl said as he flopped back onto his bed. “So that’s what it’s been all this time? You’ve been drinking and going to parties because you want to fuck your professor?”
I sat there for a moment, trying to separate my thoughts. “I guess I’m still a little confused about everything. I was happy for my brother Lance and his partner because of their beautiful baby, but I was sad because I didn’t have one of my own, or even a partner to start a family with. I have been totally in love with everything about Professor Lewis for months, but I’ve also been super bummed because I couldn’t imagine anything ever happening between us, or in him even being interested in a young omega like me. So I guess I was trying to drown my pain so I wouldn’t feel it anymore, and I was hoping to find a mate in the process.”
“Being drunk at frat parties doesn’t sound like a very good way to find a compatible mate, though.”
“Yeah, I figured that out pretty early on. But I just kept drinking, hoping something would work.”
“Well, something did work.”
“Yeah, in a pretty round about way. I guess I’ll find out for sure next week when I’m alone with Professor Lewis.”
That week was the hardest of my life. It was so painful to sit through the final class of the semester without saying a word to Professor Lewis about what I’d written about him, and what he’d read. I played the whole conversation I’d had with him in his office over and over in my head, wondering if he was just giving a student a break.
It couldn’t be just that, I thought to myself as I lay in bed at night picturing him standing over me with his cock out. Then imagining him being stern with me, maybe even putting me over his knee with my pants down as some form of penance I had to pay to pass the class.
Sunday night I jerked off five times with that exact fantasy playing vividly in my head. I walk into Professor Lewis’s office on Monday morning and the second the door closes behind me he tells me that I can obey his every command, or I flunk the semester. The choice is mine.
I tell him I will obey him, and he asks me if I’m sure about that. I tell him yes, I want to please you. I want to do everything you want me to do. So in the fantasy he tells me to take off my clothes. I act surprised, but secretly I’m thrilled. Then he tells me to sit on the arm of the couch. I walk over to the couch and sit down. I’m balanced there with my legs on either side of the arm and my hard cock sticking straight up in the air.
Professor Lewis tells me he wants to watch me play with my cock, but that if I lose