Page 1 of Pit Stop

CHAPTER

ONE

SKYE

I know that this is a terrible decision, but I can’t quite make my feet turn around. I’m determined. I’m taking my future into my own hands. I refuse to stay the twenty-year-old virgin loser I’ve sadly become.

I’ve been so busy with my engineering studies and trying to keep my grades up that I’ve lost track of things like socialization and dating.

I haven’t even had time to think about it either.

Until now. Now I’ve thought about it, long and hard. And for some reason, it’s always on my mind. Like an itch I can’t scratch. Night after night, I’ve felt the urge to fuck, and now I’ve finally decided to take matters into my own hands.

I could easily go onto an app and find a hookup, but that’s not a sure thing. What if I meet the person who’s going to stick his cock in me and I don’t like what I see?

Or what if they don’t like what they see? I’m not the hottest guy. More like minimally average. I’m kind of on the nerdy loser end of the scale with my gangly limbs and glasses. I’m nothing like these alpha males with their big muscles and tall statures. I fall impressively behind in all scores.

Listen, the truth is, the chances of me getting a dick stuffed in my ass are relatively slim. I know this. You would know it if you could see me.

So, what I’m about to do helps in that regard.

I won’t have to actually see the person who is going to fuck me and they won’t have to look at me either.

I just have to bend over and take it. Then I’ll have accomplished my goal and will no longer be a virgin.

And the guy whose dick will be up my ass will get some sexual relief too. It’s a win-win.

Yep. I am the smartest. This is the way to go.

I adjust my black-framed glasses on my nose and pick up the pace as I cross the street. The establishment my friend, Rob, told me to go to is a little shadier than I’d like, with the scent of alphas filling the air around me, but I should be safe. I haven’t gone into heat yet.

I probably won’t for another few years. I’m a late bloomer, and I’m okay with that. I don’t want to be beholden to some dickish alpha with a fat cock.

I mean, the cock isn’t the problem. It’s the dickish attitude most of them have.

Especially Maverick McCullen. The asshole.

He’s been my older brother’s best friend since they were in middle school. But he’s far from a middle schooler now. No, he’s not the scrawny, angry kid he once was. Now he’s built, with tattooed muscles that bulge and flex when he moves, and a wicked smile that sets my nerves flaring.

Not that he ever smiles at me. It always slips from his face when he catches me watching him. He’ll be laughing with my brother, Forest—the two of them doing manly shit, all dirty and grimy—but as soon as he catches my watchful gaze, the smile slips.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m so different from him. Where he’s into motorcycles and talking about blowing shit up, I like to sit on the porch and study. I bet he’s never even set foot in a college classroom. Actually, I’m almost positive he hasn’t. I think he works for his dad in a garage.

Fuck if I know. I don’t really fit in with any of my four older brothers. They’re all so…alpha. And I’m not. I’m most definitely not. My poor dad. He wanted all big, manly men, and here I am—shy, skinny, and a little too smart for his taste. An omega through and through.

My mom would have loved me , I think as I continue trudging across the gravel parking lot.

Motorcycles fill the spaces, and a few muscle cars sit next to each other, like trophies.

As I approach the bar, the scent grows stronger, the warm summer air adding to its potency.

Something shifts slightly in me, and I rub at my chest.

Yeah, I smell you.

I veer to the right, looking for the backdoor that leads to the bathrooms, trying to avoid actually having to speak to anyone. I wouldn’t know what to say.

Oh, hi, I’m here to get fucked through a hole?

No thank you. My business is my own. I had to lie to my dad about where I was going tonight. I told him I was headed to a study group. Gods, if any of them found out, they’d mock me relentlessly.

I turn a corner and let out a sigh of relief. There it is, the entrance to where Rob has gone a few times to suck cock through a hole in the wall. The place where I’m going to bend over and take it like a man.

My wet, slick hole clenches as I make a beeline for it, avoiding eye contact with the men on their motorcycles just arriving. Long beards, leather jackets, leering eyes. I bet they can smell me, can tell why I’m here.

Well, they can fuck right off. Unless one of them sticks their dick through that glory hole and wedges it up my ass—then they can fuck me.

I snort lightly as I stop in front of a rickety door.

Are those bullet holes? I don’t want to know , I think as I grab the rusty handle and pull the door open.

The hinges squeak as it moves, and I step inside a dimly lit bathroom.

My eyes adjust, and I take in the crumbling paint, the sink tilted slightly sideways, and then the broken mirror.

Well, I’m not here for the scenery.

I turn my gaze toward the two stall doors Rob told me about.

The one with the giant cock and balls drawn on it is the one for those giving.

The other one is for those receiving. I stare up at the filthy, grimy doors and scrunch up my nose.

I’m pretty sure the one with the dick art has actual cum dripping down it, but I don’t want to think too hard about that.

Nope. Not going to think. That’s not why I’m here.

Rob has had only good things to say about The Pit Stop, and I plan on getting the full down-and-dirty experience. I pull open the door I’m meant to go into and cringe when I see piss lining the toilet seat. Well, thank fuck that the glory hole is far away from that. Or at least a few feet.

Speaking of…I stare at the large, semi-round hole, big enough for a large cock. Tape lines the rough edges, some of it curling and peeling away. I lean down to peer into it and then snap straight up.

I don’t want to look. I don’t want to see anything .

I just want to get railed and walk away with a sore hole, knowing I did something about my sad, pathetic, sexless life. And to scratch the itch that’s been building inside of me.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but it’s insatiable.

I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose and peer over at the piss-covered toilet.

Yeah. That’s not going to work for me. It’s not sexy at all.

With a few flicks of my wrist, I’m unrolling a hefty amount of toilet paper and throwing it over the lid, covering up the mess.

It’s now just a saturated glob of white paper, but at least now I can concentrate.

I reach into my pocket and snap open some hand sanitizer, squirting it on my hands, and then glance at the hole.

I squirt some on there too. Can’t be too careful.

With our enhanced healing abilities, we don’t get sick often or for very long, but still.

People are nasty. I can’t imagine what that hole has seen.

I end up sanitizing every place in the stall that I may need to touch, and by the time I’m done, the small bottle I brought with me is empty.

I sigh in relief, the smell of alcohol permeating the small space, and toss the container into the overflowing garbage can in the corner.

It pings off the side and rolls onto the dirty floor just as the door to the bathroom squeaks open.

Oh fuckity-fuck balls.

My heart thunders in my chest.

I stare at the lock on my door and flick it, making sure that no one can enter. I don’t want anyone to see me in this state. But of course, the intruder doesn’t even attempt it. The footsteps hesitate, the smell of cigarette smoke filling the air before the door beside mine opens and clicks shut.

Oh my gods. This is happening. It’s happening!

I’m suddenly propelled into action. I was so busy cleaning the damn space I forgot why I was here.

Gods, this is why I’m still a virgin, I swear.

I wrench my pants and underwear down, feeling the sudden onslaught of nerves.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t fucking believe it.

But I’m here. I’m not running away scared.

I’m prepped and ready, suited for butt action.

I’ve thought about this enough, and my hole is wet from just imagining what’s about to happen.

The sound of a zipper being slid down resonates throughout the space, and I hear the rustling of fabric.

And then a big, pierced dick slides through the hole.

I stare at it and grow even wetter. Oh my gods, not only am I finally going to fuck a dick, but a pierced one.

A barbell sits right through the tip. Oh gods, that will feel so nice.

I swallow roughly, my throat clicking, and then push my glasses up once more.

They’re starting to fog up the more nervous I get.

“Don’t have all day,” the gruff voice says, and I huff in annoyance.

Yeah, well, neither do I , I think as I turn around.

I bend over, bracing one hand on the now-clean, sanitized wall before me.

I slide my ass backward until I feel the bump of the head of his cock notch above my hole. I’m not even the right height.

Hell’s bells, this should be easier, right?

I shuffle a bit and then stand on my tiptoes to get a better angle. I reach back with one hand, grabbing onto his length and placing it at my entrance.

Oh, okay, that’s better. I just need to grow some sturdy calf muscles while I’m doing this, I think as I strain upward.

“Mmm,” the low voice hums, and the sound of it makes my cock twitch between my legs. I do like that sound. The guy sounds sexy, rough.