A Different Type of Encounter with the Professor

If you've read my other story about my encounters with the professor then you know it was one of the best experiences ever. Yet despite that story I missed one of the hottest encounters ever. Summer can be a light time for business, but definitely for college professors. My buddy had taken the summer off and so we had time to chat online. The chat was about many things. After all professors are intelligent most of the time. This guy was above average. Inevitably the chat turned to sex and our individual exploits. One day as the chat turned hot I could not take it any more. I closed my office door, locked it and dropped my pants and underwear and started stroking a very rock hard 7" cut dick while I continued chatting with the professor. I told him as much. He was doing the same on his end sending me pics of his hard cock as he stroked it. It wasn't too long before precum started flowing out of my cock and into the carpet. My balls were swelling. I opened my shirt and pushed my tie to the side to pinch my nipples. All the while the professor continued sending naughty pictures that only got me hotter. I almost came to one of them but pinched the underside of my dick and pulled my swollen balls down to hold off. Our challenge was we wanted to cum together. He could not host at the time and I could definitely not host in my office. That is when we became creative. Near my office was a higher end hotel where bathroom stalls have doors from top to bottom. I suggested we meet up there. To this chat we both continued stroking our respective cocks, going to the edge and back, holding and reserving our cum for the elicit encounter we were about to have. After mustering our courage I went to the hotel bathroom first and told him the coast was clear. I picked a stall, and dropped my pants and started stroking furiously in anticipation of my buddy showing up. My Precum started to go from clear to grey. I knew I would not last long, but I was looking forward to it. I opened my shirt again, this time preparing my chest and nipples for him pinching me to the point of no return. Then, there was a knock on the door... ...he walked into the stall. It was a little too cozy, but it would do. He had his usual boyish charm look except this time he was wearing professorial glasses. For some reason this turned me on more. He dropped him gym shorts to reveal a hard red cock that looked like it had been manipulated for a while. He brought some lube which we quickly squirted unto our hard rods. It was a matter of seconds before we grabbed each other's tools and went furiously to town. He pinched my nipple with his other hand and this was much more than I could take. I knew we had to be quiet, but boy was it difficult as I squirted rope after rope of hot steamy cum into the toilet. I was whimpering like a bitch while I shot my load. He came next as I rubbed his balls. He turned beet red, rolled his eyes behind his head, and shot a huge load into the toilet all while breathing heavy holding back the screams he wanted to set free. Then came the funny part. As we cleaned up, the toilet kept going off. It seemed like it didn't matter how quiet we wanted to be, the toiled had a mind of its own. We laughed quietly and left the bathroom. Still on our orgasm high, we chatted a bit and parted ways. All in all, the risk of getting caught added to the excitement. It was a hot encounter that is never done before and one that likely will never happen again. As I mentioned the professor and I have somewhat drifted apart, but memories like this one are hot to have. Time to go rub one out folks . Writing this is at fault