My first Post Here.....*wibble*
I fucked him. Okay, so it wasn’t quite that crude. There were flowers and candles and sweet feelings of innocence because it was his first time. But the bottom line is I. Fucked. Him. And it was glorious. He was so young and soft and pliable and I am getting hard again just thinking about him.
He is just as beautiful as his father was in school with only a quarter of the arrogance. Just enough that you know that he knows who he is and what he is about, but he is never rude or mean to others. He even let slip a ‘sir’ during a particularly powerful thrust. That may have something to do with the fact that I was his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for his last three years of Hogwarts, but it was still very respectful…and hot.
So you may be wondering why I am having a torrid affair with a boy the same age as, not to mention the best friend of, my youngest son. Well, it didn’t just happen. I knew that he was curious from Al’s ‘my friend said….’ style birds and bees questions. Al was interested in girls from the time he knew what breasts were, but due to my own preferences, I always made sure to answer his questions openly and honestly without a hetero bias. During one of these father/son heart-to-hearts, I somehow let it slip that I enjoyed the company of men as well as women.
Al was very low key about it. He asked a few questions about my sexual history, but it was fairly easy to open up to him. Then, he asked if I would be willing to talk to Scorpius about some things. As a professor and an authority figure it was my duty to help this boy become a man. As a dirty old man, I had every intention of breaking him in right. He surprised me by asking for lessons. I surprised him by accepting, and it all went down hill from there. I talked to him about the mechanics of gay sex and how to pick up men, but practical lessons waited until he left Hogwarts.
The first time I kissed him, sparks flew. I knew this would not be a normal short term fuck fest. I wanted to make his first experience memorable, and I also knew that I wanted him for myself. The first time I rimmed him, I thought that I was going to come from the sounds he made alone. He was so responsive, so fucking gorgeous that I had to stop to calm down. The first time I fucked him, I almost asked him to stay in my bed forever. I knew then that there was going to be a problem.
My lovely wife is still my best friend. We have a bit of an arrangement. She knows all about the men I have ushered into adulthood, as my tastes tend to lean in the seventeen to twenty-three year old range. She also has a longtime lover. Since the kids have all gone to school, she and Luna use the master bedroom in our home, and I use the guest bedroom during the holidays. The rooms have a lovely door that pretend to be a wall, so I can slip in early in the morning and Luna can apparate out to her flat. The kids can keep their fantasy of the happy family and we can all keep our public image. Everyone wins.
My beautiful boy may be the first threat to the façade I put up as my life. He is the first person to ever make me even think of publicly leaving Gin so that I can openly be with him. He is the only person to make my heart sing; the only person that could bring me to my knees and he doesn’t even know the power he has over me.