The story so far:
We were stuck together like a brick and mortar; he was inside me and everything had come together. I had never been entered that hard before, nor had I felt such ecstasy and pain at the same time.
He had filled me with what felt like warm dish soap, but I knew it was far more carnal and human than that. His beautiful, masculine disposition was now mine. His teeth slowly released from my shoulder, leaving only a warm tingle and a wet spot of saliva where he had anchored into my flesh. I felt no pain.
I turned around again and looked at his darling, sharp face. His hair had become disheveled, as he staired at my chest.
"Patrick, I'm so glad you came."
"Oh I haven't come yet professor."
Then I grabbed his pants and tossed them down to his ankles. I was still on the desk and he was kneeling over me. His boxers were on so I pulled them down. He was hung as I had imagined; it was thick and stately and well-groomed. He had somewhat of an alarmed look, so I tried comforting him.
"You are so beautiful," I told him.
"You are so brave coming here like this."
I began giving him felatio. He groaned and whined and moaned and I jacked him off and he fell on top of me with his wet, tanned body, the wiring grey chest hairs pressed against my young frame.
Then I reached for my own member and began rubbing myself. His hand joined mine in a sweaty eclipse and we worked together until I started to make noise and his hand was sticky. Our fingers locked and we lay the fist on my thigh and stare into each others eyes, the chemistry bending and winding and wailing and everything making perfect sense and the door begins to fall shut.
"Patrick, ever since you came into my class, I always knew that you were that special person, that smart student who really cared and knew what was going on.
"Professor, there is no need for flattery. We are here now together."
I kicked the door open and we walked out into the hallway.
There was another professor, Dr. Watson, standing there talking to a Dr. Kellsey.
"Hello men," she said to us.
"Hello Dr." My professor said.
"What are you two up to on this eventful morning?"
"Oh, just going over some material for the next exam, I suppose."
"Swell, that sounds good."
We stepped out into the autumn sun and there was a lot of commotion going on, the leaves drifted down like art objects and the grass was wet. There were students reading by the trees.
"Can I walk you to you car?" asked the professor
"That won't be neccessary, I walked here on my own two."
"Well Patrick, it has been....sensational."
"Yes it has." I kissed him once more - you couldn't see us - we were behind the dumpster. I turned and that was all that ever happened between us."