2007-10-27 - 12:18 a.m.
The winter winds blustered outside the window at Hogwarts’ School of Magic, but inside Professor Dumbledore’s office all was serene and peaceful, with the room warmed by the crackling magical fire in the great wizard’s hearth.
The magical headmaster wizard gave a quick stir with a wooden ladle to something bubbling in the cauldron atop a stone table. His eyes twinkled merrily and his red nose twitched at the delicious smell which filled the room. He dipped a spoon into the brew and brought it to his lips.
“Hmm,” the old wizard mused slowly. “It needs something… sweet.”
There was a knock on the door.
“Enter!” Dumbledore called out, as the double doors opened, revealing young Harry Potter, standing in the doorway, shivering in his black robes and multi-colored scarf.
“You wished to see me, Professor Dumbledore?” Harry queried.
“Harry, my boy!” Dumbledore beamed. “Come in! Come in! Please… pull up a chair by the fire. Would you like some Pumpkin Juice? Perhaps a nice Ear Wax Flavoured Spitting Sweet!”
“Yes, thank you, Professor Dumbledore,” Harry smiled, helping himself to the pack of Hogwarts sweets, and settling himself into the overstuffed easy chair next to the fire.
“Dear, Harry,” Dumbledore smiled, seating himself in the chair opposite. “I wanted to have you over to celebrate your 18th birthday. Many happy returns! And I also wanted to ask if you would be so kind as to do me a favor, if you don’t mind. If it is in your power to do!”
“Anything for you, of course, Professor Dumbledore!” Harry assured his beloved professor.
“Excellent!” Dumbledore laughed, easily, clapping his hands. “But first… dinner!”
Dumbledore waved his magic wand and a small table appeared in front of the young boy. The wizard whisked off the metal lid covering a platter, upon which a delicious-looking feast was laid.
“Mmm!” Harry mused approvingly, as he grabbed a fork and knife and tucked in. “What is this delicious feast?”
“Why, Harry, it is a delicious sautéed chicken breast, covered with a raspberry glaze and served over a bed of zucchini couscous. And, afterwards, there will be crème brulee! And… let us hear some music!”
Dumbledore made a pass through the air with his hands, and suddenly a gentle melody started warbling through the air.
“Somewherrrre over the raaaaaaaainbow!” a singer chanted.
After a few moments, the song melded and morphed, turning into a more bumptuous disco tune. “Young man! I want to stay at the YYYYYYY MMMMM CCC AAA! It’s fun to stay at the YYYYYYY MMMMMMM CCCCC AAAAAAA!”
Dumbledore gently patted Harry’s knee and smiled at his young pupil.
“Are you enjoying your dinner, young Harry?” he smiled, his eyes glittering.
“Oh, yes, Professor. It is a privilege to have dinner with such a wise man as you!” burbled Harry. “You have always been so kind to me!”
Dumbledore ran his wand gently over the inside of Harry’s thigh. “Excellent!” the wizard noted approvingly. “Well, Harry, as you know all we have is love in this world. There is nothing else worth having.”
After a moment, the Professor laid his hand on the soft skin on the back of Harry’s neck, while the lad finished up the last spoon of crème brulee.
“Now, Harry,” Dumbledore mused, “If I might ask you for a small favor? It would not be a difficult one. Indeed, you would probably find it quite pleasurable.”
Harry looked upwards at the wise old wizard. “Anything for you, Professor Dumbledore!”
“Excellent!” Dumbledore stood up.
And then, with his eyes suddenly blazing, Dumbledore ripped open his own wizard’s robes, revealing that he was fully naked underneath. Dumbledore’s nude body was tall and thin and bleached white, with a chest covered with thick graying hairs. His huge white erection stood upwards within a thatch of grey pubic hairs.
“Harry!” Dumbledore roared. “Suck my cock! Suck it, I say!”
Harry gasped – but Dumbledore grabbed the young man and shoved his head into his wizened wizard’s crotch. Harry gagged and tried to draw away.
“Take it, Harry, take my goddamn cock!” Dumbledore grunted, thrusting his bony, old man’s crotch into the young student’s mouth . Harry screamed and shoved the wizard away, spitting and choking. He turned away, trembling, against the easy chair.
“Professor Dumbledore!” Harry gasped. “What has gotten into you?”
Dumbledore looked abashed for a second, and then he blushed.
“Ohh, Harry! I am sooo sorry. My apologies! Can you forgive me? I forgot the most important part.”
Dumbledore, his robes still open and his wizard’s shlong, turgid and dripping with Harry’s spit, raised his magic wand. He pointed it directly at Harry.
“Homo horny-erection Levicampus!” Dumbledore roared. A silver beam ejaculated from the wand and hit Harry in the chest. Harry looked dazed for a moment – and then the boy began to breathe harder and more quickly. A bulge started growing in the lap of Harry’s black slacks. It throbbed and pulsed.
“Uhhh,” Harry moaned slightly. “Oooooh. I feel…. Weird.” The young man gently tried to readjust his now-massive erection, but it just slapped against the fly of his slacks.
“Damn, I’m getting horny. Uhhh, fuck! I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it. Help me professor, help me!”
Harry abruptly stood up and ripped down his jeans, revealing his now pre-cum sticky boxer briefs. The young wizard shoved his hands inside his briefs and desperately tried to readjust himself, but no matter how much he tried, he was still in obvious erotic distress.
“Professor! Help me! I’m so horny! I’ve never felt this way! Uhhh! Uhhh!”
Harry shoved his underwear down, and then straddled the chair, stroking himself desperately. With his middle finger, he played with the area right underneath his balls, probing his own anus.
Dumbledore leered and ran behind Harry. He bent Harry over the easy chair, and, when the boy didn’t protest, he spat on his hand, wiped it against his elderly penis, slapped it on the boy’s smooth bottom, and shoved his dick deep inside the young Potter boy’s asshole.
“Uhhhh!” howled Harry. “You’re tearing me apart! You’re splitting me open like a pack of Pumpkin pastilles! Uhhhh! Fuck! It feels so good, though!!”
Dumbledore grabbed a small bottle that was on a nearby table and uncorked it, taking a large sniff of the contents before shoving it under Harry’s nose.
“Here, Harry! The pain will be less if you take a snort of Madame Pomfrets Magic Poppers. Breathe deep, Harry! Deep!”
“Uhhh!” Harry grunted. “I’m going to cum!”
Even with his cock deep within Harry Potter’s anus, Dumbledore grabbed the young man and angled him so his erect teenage penis was pointing directly at the bubbling cauldron on the other side of the room.
“Uhhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Harry grunted, as a stream of jizm erupted from his penis, arched across the room, and landed with a splat right inside the bubbling cauldron.
“Yes, Harry! Yes!” Dumbledore, covered with sweat from head to toe, pumped a few more times and then ejaculated his own wizardly load all over Harry’s pert buttocks.
The two men gasped and breathed quickly for a few moments, each man catching his breath. But then Dumbledore slowly and gently wiped off his wet, now-flaccid penis, and closed his wizard’s robes, which magically attached together at the seams.
“Thank you Harry. Thank you! Once again you were a hero,” Dumbledore smiled, striding to the cauldron, and stirring in the semen. “My new cauldron of Veritaserum needed a special ingredient that only you could provide.”
Harry staggered away from the chair, his slacks and briefs still around his ankles. In a daze, he pulled them up and buckled the jeans.
“Uhh, I feel… really freaked out,” Harry shuddered slightly.
“You’ll be fine,” Dumbledore smiled absently. “Something to put in the Pensieve for later. Now go back to bed! Goodnight Harry!”
Harry staggered from the room. He muttered to himself, “I guess this is what will happen all the time, now that the lady decided Dumbledore is gay….”
