He was a single parent, and the bookstore was his only outlet for sex. He enjoyed seeing me there, and his ex-wife was very cruel with him and was f...ghting for custody of his daughter. He invited me to lunch. I was flabbergasted. None of my "trade" had ever asked me out in public before. He said I could come any way I liked and we could meet at a gay restaurant in Pittsburgh.We met and things intensified from there. As he told me his woes with his ex-wife I grew more enamored. When he told. Becky was kissing me awake, and seemed quite agitated. "What's wrong?" I asked her."Sir, I'm very sorry," Becky said. "I know that you said that Chrissy should be the one to give you your wake up blow job, but you didn't give me permission to untie her, and I didn't know if I should have given you your blow job, or if I should have untied Chrissy. I'm sorry for having to wake you like this."I was quite surprised that this was upsetting her so. "Becky, I will not die if I am woken by something. Now your field of vision is really limited but the memory of his cock is all you can envision. You don't know where he is now, but hoping he will help you up once more. A moment passes before he walks behind you. Without a word, you feel cold steel against your skin. As it moves around, you realize the moist air in the room is touching your skin. IS HE CUTTING MY CLOTHES OFF!? The feeling of the cold steel leaving little cuts along your skin is turning you on now, wanting to expose yourself. Well, actually, not at all. He was cute, nice face, good hair, a little bit of weight around the middle and muscle tone that indicated moderate exercise. It was a crush, alright, and the classic butterflies-in-stomach feel. No surprise, I have a thing for teaching young attractive guys. As a single grad student I’m not exactly committed to anyone (save my numerous creditors I’m trying to break up with), so my mind immediately flitted to sex. My mental image of pulling down his boxers and gazing.