Chapter Six- The Substitute Teacher
By darthelwig
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This story is rated NC-17, as if you didn’t already know that.
I don’t own the characters. J.K. Rowling does.
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Ron was going to be seriously late for detention.
He’d gone to Filch’s office, but the small room was empty, with no sign of where Filch had gone anywhere to be found. Mrs. Norris wasn’t even lurking the hallways at the moment. Ron didn’t know quite what to do. Should he go looking for Filch? Or should he just sit and wait for him to show up?
He rubbed a palm across his pants, brushing lightly over his still straining erection. He hadn’t even taken the time to rid himself of this problem before heading to Filch’s office, since he knew that Filch would give him another detention if he were late. So here he was, standing in Filch’s office with a hard-on and no sign of Filch’s ugly face to drive it away.
The thought crossed his mind that maybe Snape had set him up, but he dismissed that idea as ludicrous. Snape liked to be able to see the results of his handiwork firsthand. This wasn’t his style.
Ron was just about to leave, disgusted by this huge waste of time, when a familiar voice came from behind him. He jumped up, startled, and swung around to face Professor Dumbledore.
“Good evening, Mr. Weasley. Were you looking for someone?” the headmaster asked pleasantly.
“Uh, I was supposed to meet Mr. Filch for detention, sir,” Ron muttered, hating to have to admit that to someone he admired as much as he did this man. Dumbledore seemed completely unconcerned with any wrongdoing of Ron’s though.
“I’m afraid I had a task for Mr. Filch and he will be unable to assist you.” Dumbledore’s eyes wandered over Ron, from head to toe, lingering on the tent in his pants. Ron was suddenly even more aroused than before. He could feel his cock twitching in anticipation.
“Perhaps we can work out another kind of arrangement for this evening, Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore said, his eyes never leaving Ron’s bulging crotch.
Ron watched in amazement as the older man conjured a large, soft-looking chenille cushion out of thin air and lowered himself onto it. He was now on his knees right in front of the younger man, his head level with Ron’s stomach.
Ron gasped as Dumbledore’s hand snaked out and grabbed his cock through his trousers. The older man squeezed, causing the most delicious sensations to race through Ron’s body. With another flick of his wand Dumbledore had Ron’s clothes neatly folded on a chair, leaving his young pupil completely naked. Ron’s cock was throbbing and hard, the head already glistening with cum. He had been aroused for so long now that he felt he would never have release.
Dumbledore’s long tongue flicked out to taste Ron’s cock, sliding around its head and playing with the tender, sensitive ridges on the underside of it. He teased his student with soft licks before opening his mouth wide and devouring his cock in one long swallow.
Ron had never experienced a blowjob like this before, and he was too aroused to last very long. He felt the older man suck at his root, milking it and stroking it with his hot, slick tongue. It was too much. With a choked cry Ron came, shooting his hot seed down the headmaster’s throat. He clutched at the older man’s head, his hips jerking as he pumped his load. Dumbledore didn’t resist. He just drank Ron’s juices until he had sucked the boy dry.
He looked up at Ron afterwards, licking his lips clean of the young man’s sticky cream as he did so. He stood up slowly and reached for his robes. Dumbledore opened them the slightest bit, only enough to expose his own throbbing erection. Ron looked at it in surprise. Dumbledore had the smallest penis he had ever seen on a full-grown man. It must have been a mere four inches in length and not remarkably thick either.
Smirking, he lowered himself to the cushion and caressed the hard cock in front of him. His hand moved in slow, hard strokes and he leaned forward to take the man’s balls into his mouth. He rolled them on his tongue and Dumbledore moaned deeply. One of his withered hands, with its long fingers, was tangled in Ron’s hair. The other still grasped his wand.
Ron moved his mouth to Dumbledore’s cock, sucking it hard and slow, letting his teeth graze over the sensitive flesh. He took the headmaster all the way into his throat, his tongue swirling around the shaft. His hands were now grasping the older man’s hips for leverage as Dumbledore pumped his cock into Ron’s mouth. Ron thought the old man was going to cum, but instead the professor pulled his penis out of Ron’s eager mouth and cast another spell.
Ron’s eyes widened as the cock he had been sucking grew in length and thickness. The erection he had been so unimpressed with was now at least ten inches long and thickly veined. It was beautiful to him, glistening with spit and pre-cum. He tried to fit his hand around the shaft, but his fingers wouldn’t touch. He stroked the headmaster’s cock in amazement, admiring its new and improved look.
“That’s one of the things I love about magic,” Dumbledore said, his eyes dark with passion.
Ron stroked the hard shaft before him with renewed enthusiasm. He rubbed it all over the soft skin of his face, loving the feel of such a formidable cock against him. His mouth would no longer fit around Dumbledore’s hardened member, so he settled for licking and sucking the shaft with firm kisses. Ron’s own erection had returned with a vengeance, so he reached down with his free hand and stroked it as well.
“I want you inside of me,” he pleaded, staring intently at the cock that had so mesmerized him. “Fuck me hard, Professor. Fuck me with that huge cock!”
Dumbledore was only too happy to make that happen. He let Ron stand up and turned him around to bend him over Filch’s desk. Ron felt Dumbledore’s cock pressing at his entrance almost immediately and he braced himself on the wooden desk. The pain was exquisite as he felt the older man work his cock’s head into his ass. It was stretching his tight hole immensely. He had never felt anything so wonderful.
Dumbledore ran his hands over Ron’s ass cheeks, kneading the silky flesh as he slowly inserted his engorged cock into the boy’s anus. The opening was tight and hot, but he was lubricated with spit and it wasn’t too difficult to get his mushroomed head into the snug passageway.
He felt Ron’s body shudder underneath him and thought perhaps he had hurt the boy, but Ron wiggled his ass and pushed back against him, sliding another inch of cock inside of him. Ron groaned and Dumbledore couldn’t help it. He was lost to the sensation of being in Ron’s body.
He thrust hard, impaling Ron on his member. He was in to the hilt, and the boy was bucking wildly as an orgasm overtook him. Dumbledore reached around to grab Ron’s erection and his hand was instantly covered in thick, sticky cum. He let it fill up his palm and brought his hand back to his own cock, which he had slid out of Ron by a few inches. He slathered the youngster’s cum all over his own penis and pumped his hips again, sliding deep inside his tight white ass. The extra lubrication was heavenly, and Dumbledore let himself lose control. He was thrusting furiously, his fingers digging into Ron’s hips as he buried himself.
He drove into Ron again and again, hard and fast. Ron’s muscles were convulsing around him, milking him, and Dumbledore’s orgasm hit him. He plunged as hard as he could into Ron’s hole and froze as his cock pumped its load into the boy. His hips jerked once more and then he collapsed on top of his student.
Ron felt the heated cream being shot into his body, felt it fill him up with its wetness, and he groaned in pleasure. Surely this was heaven. The headmaster pressed against him as he began to recover from their exertions, his face next to Ron’s ear.
“And that is why you should pay more attention in charms class,” Dumbledore said merrily.