Logic One Oh Ouch

“That’s what I have to use to get to your prostate. There are, of course, other methods, but we are working on the medical one now, so tight. Come on, just relax. Ah, there we go; now we’re there.” I jerked and lurched as my body betrayed me. Something inside my ass had actually grabbed his finger and drawn it in, and then I felt the oddest, most sensual sensation. The pad of his finger had landed on what must have been my prostate, and it rubbed that gland gently but relentlessly. I writhed and moaned and groaned above him. Electric sensations went through my body, and I felt, at first, like I had to piss, and then cum started dribbling out of my cock, and it I’d had time to reload, I’m sure I would have ejaculated again.

But then the finger was gone, to be replaced by something thicker than the finger, and I realized that he had entered me. I was being fucked by my professor. I protested loudly.

“No, No. Get off—”

“This is about pleasure, pleasure that doesn’t hurt anyone else,” the professor answered me amid his heavy breathing. “It’s about my pleasure as well as yours. And it’s about your education, your experiencing everything before deciding what you want to do, what path you want to follow. What’s the logic to denying any possibility without knowing what you’re denying? Answer me that son. What’s the logic in that?”

But I didn’t need to answer, because almost as quickly as he had begun, he had finished. When he realized he was about to climax, he pulled out of me and came across the small of my back in one fairly weak eruption. He cleaned my back with his cloth and let me collapse onto the bearskin rug.