That's two fingers, he's sure. Shuddering, he tries to keep still, keep his legs spread. Anything to make this easier.

Professor Rammsteiner was right, weird is a good word to describe this. Weird, but not entirely unpleasant. He squeezes experimentally around the fingers inside him, letting out a quiet hiss at the feeling of his muscles being stretched.

He wonders if he'll come just from this. Almost, he wishes Professor Rammsteiner would stop jerking him off, but he can't bring himself to tell him to stop beyond a stifled noise, changing his mind at the last second. He thrusts forward, into the circle formed by Professor Rammsteiner's fingers.