They are doing it again! I can't believe they really think I'm stupid
enough to believe their excuses of "playing pool". Yeah, right.
Although I've never played, I'm sure you don't get bruises all over
your neck and chest from it. And you don't get your hair messed up like
you just walked through a wind channel. And you sure as hell don't
smell like sex from it either!
I can't believe they really
think it necessary to lie to me. It's not like I don't know that they
fancy each other, although I'm not sure on the exact concept of their
relationship yet. When they are around the house they seem like the
usual best friends, but as soon as they meet with others they are
touching and flirting like teenagers. And besides, I am not a baby, I
am seventeen after all and here they go out just to shag. Honestly!
the same every Friday night, just after ten o'clock they tell me they
go to the new pool place in Hogsmeade and leave me to my studies (Yes,
I know I'm pathetic to study on Friday nights, but I am trying to stay
alive during my yearly encounters with Voldemort. You do that without
Anyway, when they finally come back they
definitely don't look like they played pool, or spend the night in a
smoky bar, or didn't do exactly what I think they're doing!
I don't understand why they can't just tell me and then stop sneaking around. After all, this must be annoying for them too.
... except of course ... what if they meet ... but who? There aren't
that many wizards their age in Hogsmeade, most are at least forty years
older and married. Isn't it a joy to live in an all wizard town? Most
young people go to live near the Muggle world and so we are stuck with
nosy neighbours and the fact that we are the talk of town, with Remus,
the werewolf, Sirius, the ex-convict and me and what a scandal that
there is no Mrs. Black or Lupin around!
In that respect
it's almost as bad as Privet Drive, well of course, except that I don't
have to hide that I'm a wizard and my guardian is way nicer than the
Dursleys can ever dream of being. So, it's still a dream come true,
even if we are forced to stay as close to Hogwarts as possible.
But that still doesn't explain whether they are telling me the truth or not.
that's it. I'm not getting done anything anyway, so I might as well
find out what they are up to and especially with whom.
only left a few minutes ago, so I should be able to track them. After I
get my invisibility cloak from upstairs; I run after them towards the
edge of Hogsmeade.
I can see them walking and talking
about 30 feet in front of me and I follow them more slowly now, careful
not to bump into any late strollers.
It actually is
rather nice to finally be able to live in the wizarding world all year
round, even if it is the old people's home of the Wizarding World. And
I'm glad that after Sirius got cleared last year, he made good of his
promise from third year and now I'm happily spending my first summer
with him. And Remus.
And everything would be fine if
they could just stop lying. I hate to be lied to, especially about
something so personal. I mean even if what they do isn't right in some
way, it's not like I would go blabbing about it to everybody. And I can
understand that they wouldn't want to talk to me about their sex life -
the episode where after my fourth year, Sirius suddenly decided he had
to explain the birds and bees to me was bad enough - but it's not like
I want details. Just a quick "We're going on a date tonight." would be
But no, they are going to play "pool".
suddenly take a turn left and disappear from my sight. I really should
stop thinking so much and better concentrate on following them. I'm in
absolutely no mood to wait until next Friday to try trailing them
We get nearer to the edge of the village now and
I try to remember who lives here. There are mainly shops and
restaurants in this area; the houses are on the other side of the
village, further away from Hogwarts and the bustle of the students on
Wait, Hogwarts ...
that can't be, over the holidays there are only Dumbledore, Snape and
Vector left and surely Sirius and Remus wouldn't ... NO! I don't even
want to think about it!
But unfortunately my fears are
confirmed when they pass the gates to the Hogwarts grounds and start on
their way around the lake, me still following them in a bit of a
My thoughts are running rampant in my head.
Why would they go to Hogwarts? Perhaps I was wrong and they aren't
going out to shag? Perhaps they have something to discuss with
Dumbledore about Voldemort? But why didn't they tell me then? I'm
usually right in the middle of everything connecting Voldemort and
that's why they long ago stopped trying to keep me out of things. That
way I at least have an idea what's going on when I stumble, once again,
into a dangerous situation.
Or perhaps Snape is working
on an improvement of the Wolfsbane potion? But then why do they go
there every Friday and not just only before the full moon? And again
why didn't they tell me? As far as I'm concerned they are my family
after all and that's something a family would talk about. At least I
And then what about the smell and love bites?
I'm pretty sure they are love bites, Seamus is usually covered in them
and those looked definitely the same.
Maybe they are meeting Professor Vector? But no, that's just too unbelievable, after all ... she's ... well ... female.
I'm a hundred percent sure that Sirius and Remus like guys ... and only
guys. Don't ask me how I know, I just do. I suppose this gaydar thing
really works, at least for me. I mean I knew Neville was gay even
before he knew himself and I must admit, usually I'm not very
perceptive to this kind of thing, but when I returned for my fifth year
I could tell straight away that he was. And I was right, he came out
shortly after the Christmas holidays, together with his boyfriend
Justin, another one where I knew that he fancied blokes even before it
became common knowledge.
But I'm getting absolutely off
topic again. Fortunately we finally reach the entrance doors and I
quickly catch up with them so I won't be forced to reopen the doors
after them and make them suspicious.
And then when I
follow them down to the left and in direction of the dungeons, I start
feeling vaguely sick. I really, really, really hope that they are
working on an improvement of Remus' potion, but on the other hand, I'm
also not able to stop. My dreaded curiosity forces me to get to know
what's going on.
About halfway down the corridor to our
potions classroom Sirius and Remus finally start to confirm my
suspicions. They start walking closer together, and just before the end
of the hallway Sirius puts his arm around Remus' waist.
then a piece of the wall slides open and I can see Snape in the
doorway. But he doesn't look like the Snape I know at all. For one
thing he isn't wearing his black, way to large robes, but rather nice
blue ones and his hair falls loosely around his face, which isn't
distorted in its usual sneer.
I'm too far away to
understand what they are saying, but when Remus and Sirius follow Snape
into the potions classroom some morbid curiosity makes me follow them.
The door isn't fully closed yet when I slip through and with no
students around they don't seem to bother with locking it.
I just barely notice the room I've spent six years of my Potions
lessons in, but I am rather mesmerised by the sight of my godfather and
Snape kissing deeply, while Remus is busy nibbling at Snape's neck. And
who thought that the greasy git could make so absolutely undignified
But why the hell are they doing that at all?
Well okay, I know why, but why with each other? I still thought that
they hated each other. Especially Sirius and Snape, and here he is
snogging this ... this ... apparently incredibly talented kisser...
Shit... Sirius looks like he is close to coming from snogging alone...
my. I know that watching them is wrong on so many levels, but at the
same time I can't force myself to leave or even only turn away. It's
strange, I never really wanted to watch anybody do this. Especially not
those people doing that together. But this looks really interesting and
after all, they wouldn't know that I was watching them and perhaps I
can even learn a thing or two.
I'm sure Snape would be
delighted to know that I finally want to learn something from him. At
this thought, I snort but quickly muffle the sound. It'd be really
embarrassing if they found me here.
they are all way too busy to notice the small noise. Sirius is already
unbuttoning Snape's robes and when he is about half-way down, Remus
pulls them off his shoulders and lets them fall to the floor, leaving
Snape standing there in black boxers.
doesn't look as bad as one would imagine. A bit pale and skinny, but
who am I to talk about that? Remus and Sirius, however, don't seem to
Actually, Remus seems to be absolutely devoted to
kissing every fraction of an inch of Snape's shoulders and back and he
is slowly making his way downwards. When he arrives at the waistband of
his boxers he starts to slowly pull them down and continues his
Meanwhile Sirius stopped snogging Snape and
dropped in front of him ... and is he really going to do what I think
he is doing? ... Yep, he is. ... This picture shouldn't be as arousing
as it is. My godfather in front of his supposed arch enemy and my
"second" godfather, now naked, behind him and, I think, about to enter
him. Snape has his head thrown back, while Sirius is busy bobbing his
head back and forth.
I really would like to see more of
what exactly Sirius is doing. From here I can only see a bit of the
side of his head when he moves back, because Snape's hip is in the way.
So, if I would just go a bit to the left then ... CLUTTER ... oops.
elbow catches on one of the cauldrons on the desktop and with it a part
of my invisibility cloak comes off. Of course, it has to be the hood!
chance that they didn't notice me and I fearfully look up from where
I'm staring at the fallen cauldron and look right into the eyes of an
extremely pissed off Potions master.
The last thing I hear before I flee the room in humiliation is a furious: "POTTER! OUT!"
Shit! I jerk my head back just in time to avoid biting Severus in my
surprise and look around what interrupted us. I feel Severus freeze in
front of me and then I hear a shuffling of feet and the same moment as
I feel dread rise in my throat, I hear those words that I never hoped
to hear in this situation. "POTTER! OUT!"
I turn my
head in time to see my godson hurrying out of the room, his
invisibility cloak flapping behind him and in a moment I am on his
heels to try to explain myself. Halfway out of the dungeons he finally
gets rid of his cloak and now carries it in one hand. At least I'm not
following a half invisible figure anymore. But damn, he is fast!
Wait!" I finally reach him on his way out through the main entrance and
put a hand on his shoulder to turn him around. "Harry, it's not what it
looks like." 'So you weren't fucking Severus and Remus?' Annoying
voices in my head, always have to point out the obvious.
you weren't just fucking Remus and Snape and have been every Friday?"
He cocks an eyebrow at me and dares me to lie. "And Snape of all
people! I thought you hated him!" He storms off again, this time in
direction of the lake and I follow him. This really is a discussion I
don't want to have with my godson. But on the other hand I have to talk
to him if I don't want our newly founded relationship to be ruined. I
know he hates being lied to, but how do you tell you seventeen-year-old
godson that you're fucking his teacher and your best friend at the same
time? Well, I won't have to tell him now, because he already knows ...
and has seen us ... oh, Merlin ... I'm actually getting embarrassed by
this and let me tell you, it takes a lot to embarrass me.
when he finally slows down near the water and plops down at the shore,
I don't know what to say. So I just sit down, try to calm down my blush
and look at the water as if it is keeping the secrets of the universe.
Of course it isn't, but one can always hope, right?
tonight the lake seems as still as it ever gets. The only thing I hear
is the croaking of the frogs and the chirping of the crickets. Usually
I'm always too busy and loud to hear this stuff, but now I do and I
feel the warm summer air around me. I know that if I were trying to
sleep now I couldn't because it would be uncomfortable in every
position and too warm and humid and there would probably be a mosquito
or two flying around me, annoying the hell out of me...
voice suddenly startles me out of my - admittedly - irrelevant
thoughts. "You know, that the shock is not even that you are shagging
Snape?" He gives a little snort, that reminds me that he has spend a
fair amount of time with the man over the years. In fact so much to
have picked up some of his mannerisms.
No I don't, but
that's good to hear, because Severus really knows what he is doing - in
and out of the bedroom. But that's not something I can say, so I just
keep quiet. Not the solution I would have used a few years ago, but
hey, a few years ago, I also wouldn't have been screwing Severus.
Strange how things change, sometimes in such a short time. I still
remember when I saw Harry that first time, as a terrified
thirteen-year-old, with way to big clothes and his trunk and owl cage
in Privet Drive.
And now four years later he is living
with me and Remus and has almost finished his education at Hogwarts.
It's creepy how one moment time is crawling by and you think it will
never be over and the next moment it's rushing by and you think you'll
never be able to keep up with everything. There never seems to be a way
to just let time move in it's right speed.
A sigh next
to me, gets me out of my thoughts once more and I'm confident that my
face looks normal again, so this time I turn my head away from the
black water - it's almost new moon - and look at Harry. He is staring
at the water as well, but his expression isn't angry anymore, more ...
sad? And then he speaks again: "You know that I'm envious of my
Professor's sex life? Pathetic, eh?"
I feel that I have
to say something, to reassure him. Think, Padfoot. ... "I don't think
pathetic is the word I'd choose. More like normal for a teenager who
doesn't have a boyfriend." - and isn't interested in girls as he told
me during that other embarrassing night two years ago, when I thought I
had to do my godfatherly duty. Turned out I was a bit late for that specific talk.
voice is kind of bitter when he answers me. "Yeah, a teenager who has
never gotten laid at seventeen and is expected to save the world
instead of having a normal life."
Oh, so that's the
problem. I can understand - not from personal experience, of course -
that being a virgin in your seventh year can be somewhat ... stressing.
Better not tell him that, though. "You know that's not the end of the
world. I'm sure there are more people your age who haven't had sex
He snorts again. Why do I have the feeling that
he is suddenly turning all Snape on me? Then he finally turns around to
look at me and asks me - way more sarcastically than I'm used from him.
"Don't tell me you were still a virgin at my age?"
eyes dare me to lie but I only notice that after I shout out a panicked
"NO!" Whoops, I have to remind myself that I'm trying to reassure him,
not make him feel even worse. I try again: "I mean no, But I'm hardly a
good example. I've always been a bit ... precocious."
look away for a moment, then back and see the question in his eyes. Is
there any use in not telling him? After all this hardly matters now,
when it was more than twenty years ago. "Fourteen."
eyes become a little wider, but I can see the "Told you so." clearly
reflected. "But that really isn't the norm. There were plenty of others
who did it way later." Think, Sirius, think! Remus? No, he was fifteen,
bad example. James? Sixteen, not much better. Aehm...
And then the inevitable question: "Who?"
I'm so no good for this talk. Hell, I used to be one of the guys who
would make fun of Peter's virginity status. Not that I think he'd be a
good example to give to Harry.
He is still waiting for
an answer. Time to say something to lighten the mood. "Okay, okay,
nobody I know. But I read about this wizard who didn't loose his
virginity until he was seventy-three..." ... no good in telling him
that it was to a goat; at least from what I've heard. He lets out a
short laugh and then leans back on his hands to look up at the stars.
Good, mission accomplished, tension released.
should perhaps try and tell him something a parental figure would
say... Damn, this job is harder than I thought. Oh, okay found
something. "And anyway, this isn't a race, you know. One day you'll
just do it when you have found someone you trust and like." I deliver
this in my best lecture voice but with a bit more force to emphasise
the rightness of the statement, I add: "And anybody who tells you
otherwise should just go and fu... rther his education." Parental
figure, right. Extremely hypocritical parental figure.
sighs heavily and sits up straighter again. Now he looks absolutely
devastated. What did I say now? That was supposed to be encouraging and
he seems only sadder. Okay, it's official: I suck at this. Why didn't I
let Remus come out here?
I'm sure he'd have done an
admirable job and everything could be peachy by now. Problem was, he
was bone deep inside Severus and is probably enjoying himself with that
wicked tongue of my former arch-enemy. Oh, how things change...
musings are stopped by Harry's - once again - bitter voice. "But that's
just it, isn't it? Even if I did find someone who actually liked me and
not The-Boy-Who-Lived, I still couldn't be with him because it'd be far
He is fiddling with the button on one
of the pockets of his trousers and while he stares out over the lake, I
intently watch him.
-buttoned, unbuttoned, buttoned-
At first I don't know...
...what to say...
...this really isn't...
...something he should...
...have to worry about...
...but of course he is...
...right, any boyfriend...
...of Harry Potter...
...would be a prime target.
finally leaves the damn button undone and takes a little square packet
out of the pocket. Despite my worries, my curiosity is stirred. Then he
makes it even more interesting by opening this little packet and taking
out a long round thing and another square thing. He does something to
the smaller square thing and a flame shoots up which he holds to the
round thing that is between his lips.
What is he doing? "What are you doing?"
looks at me like I just announced that I wanted to marry Fang and then
I see the realisation when he understands that I really have no clue
what he is doing.
"They are called cigarettes. It calms me down when I smoke one."
nod, now that is something I've heard of. I'm not as ignorant in Muggle
things as my friends always told me. After all I lived with Muggles for
a while as a dog. Well, not exactly with Muggles, but in Muggle London.
Therefore I'm happy that I'm not a total dunce about this one. "Oh
yeah, I've heard about that. What was the stuff called again? Ah, yes
Mary Johanna, right?"
He looks at me that way - again.
What did I say now? And then he suddenly bursts out laughing. It's
definitely good to hear him laugh, after he was so sober before, but I
would like it much better if he wasn't laughing at me.
When he finally calms down enough to say a whole sentence, he answers: "No, it's called tobacco. Pot is illegal in Britain!"
the hell is he talking about now? I feel like in a conversation with
Lily all over again. She also always used to throw Muggle words and
sayings into her sentences and then laughed at us when we didn't
understand what she was talking about. Still, I try my luck again in
understanding what he means. "Pot? But you can't smoke a pot. And what
do Muggles cook with if they are illegal?"
Why does he look at me like ... that
again. It's creeping me out! Okay, I can admit I don't have a clue
about Muggle life but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot. I had my flying
motor cycle after all, even if my dad was the one who had put all the
enchantments on it and knew how to repair it ...
never said that I'm not willing to learn. I pluck the half burnt ...
zig a rat from between his lips and bring it to my own. Okay, it looked
like he just ... sucked on it. I try that and get a stream of the smoke
that had just come out of the tip of that ... thing into my mouth and
some goes even up into my nose, making my eyes water and my throat
tickle. And it tastes absolutely awful! I can't understand how Harry
would want to do that!
I give it back to him, still
trying to control my coughing fit and Harry just takes another suck,
but doesn't even react to it in any way. With my breathing under
control again I manage to ask: "How the hell is that supposed to calm
you down?" He just laughs again and says: "The act of smoking does.
There's something peaceful in just sitting here, with one of those and
trying not to think."
Okay, I can see how the not
thinking works when the smoke is clustering up your head, but that
still seems a very stupid way to go about relaxing. After all you could
just use a charm to relax and be back to yourself in less than half an
I still have this terrible taste in my mouth and
so I take two Merrit Mingle's Minty Mints out of my pocket. I give one
to Harry and after he stubs out the zig a rat, he takes it and pops it
into his mouth.
I happily suck on the fizzing drop when
it occurs to me that inhaling the smoke - because it certainly looked
like he was doing exactly that - can't be healthy.
mention this to Harry and he freely admits that it can cause cancer and
substantially decreases your life expectancy. Now I understand even
less why he'd do that, but it is the next confession that absolutely
blows me away.
"But I don't really care. I mean, it's
not like I expect to survive the final showdown with Voldemort anyway,
so at least I won't have to worry about that." All this is delivered in
such a disturbing matter-of fact tone that at first I don't know what
I can't promise him that he'll survive because
I don't know if he will. But damn it! I should be able to tell him that
he'll live! But still I can't bring myself to tell him such a blatant
And this is nothing I can think or talk about at
the moment because eventually it'd drive one of us crazy; and so when
he lays down on his back to once again gaze up at the stars, I lay down
on my side next to him and utter a quiet "Oh, Harry." I know that this
is absolutely inadequate, but I don't know what else to do.
But then I have an idea how I can make him feel at least a bit better and how I can make him think about something different.
lean over and give a gentle and quick kiss to his lips and then lean
back a bit to gauge his reaction which at the moment is staring wide
eyed at the night sky and moving his lips without uttering a sound.
he turns his head to look at me but I am surprised at the anger I see
reflected in his eyes. It really seems as if everything I try to make
him feel better just backfires and makes everything worse!
I'm still trying to figure out what I did do wrong now, he tells me:
"You should know that I wouldn't want a pity fuck!" in a tone that
brooks no argument, even when his eyes are still blazing with hurt and
I try to lighten the situation by saying
light-heartedly: "I never said anything about fucking." And grin. Oh,
he's rolling his eyes, must mean that this isn't working either...
"Pity snogging then!"
humour isn't going to work, let's try with throwing his own words back
at him. Used to work with my mum all the time when she was furious with
me. "Harry, you know, what I feel for you is definitely not pity. You
know that I respect and admire the way you react to everything that's
been thrown at you." I continue looking into his eyes and they are
softening a bit. Good. I really want to bring this across and not only
so he won't be pissed off anymore but because I really think this way
and want to show Harry that there is a lot he can feel good for about
And now part B: "And you just said you wanted
somebody to like you and not just your image. You know that I like you
just the way you are and I just wanted to make you feel better because
you are my friend and because I wanted you to enjoy yourself. Of
course, you don't have to do anything, I just wanted to let you know
that you have this option." And really what normal seventeen-year-old
would refuse the offer to lose his virginity he had just been
He looks at me searchingly. I don't really
know what he is looking for but he seems to find it because eventually
he nods. Then he leans on his forearm and presses his lips against
Mmmh, they are nice and soft and there are
definitely worse lips I could be kissing. It gets even better when he
finally opens his mouth and our tongues twine together. I'm not sure if
the virgin issue is only about sex but also about kissing, so I try to
take it nice and slow. I spend several minutes just enjoying the
softness of his mouth while the rest of my body doesn't take part in
the action, no matter how much it wants to.
determined to take this as slowly as he needs and there is nothing that
can convince me otherwise. So, I keep my hands to myself and wait for
him to start the exploring. He is always so curious, surely it won't
take too long... I desperately hope so, because with every passing
second it gets harder to keep my hands to myself and from his body.
then his hands connect with my skin at last. He starts slowly by
putting them around my neck and combing through my hair and running it
up and down my cloth-clad back. Now, I also allow myself to do similar
things to him and I can feel the vibration of a moan when I
accidentally touch the bare skin of his back.
seems enough to encourage him to start taking of my robes. And now I am
also sure that he has at least done this part before. As nobody can
have the way to breath during a sheer endless kiss as down pat as he
has, during their first kiss.
Oh, he already finished
unbuttoning my robe and I didn't even notice it. Must be the way his
skin is feeling under my fingertips. So smooth... I almost wish I could
spend this whole time doing nothing but going up and down his back. But
it seems that Harry has different ideas. He is continually pushing my
robes back from my shoulders and when I sit up a bit, they fall off.
move a bit and lie down on my back. Way more comfortable this way.
Harry is now lying at my side, propped up on one arm and he eventually
parts our lips. I groan at the loss but then make a contended noise
when his mouth moves lower on my torso and starts kissing my chest and
While I'm enjoying his ministrations, he suddenly comes back up and looks at me. "Are you okay?"
lazily open my eyes and think that I was until he stopped. I look into
his questioning eyes and wonder. "Yes, why are you asking?"
blushes a bit but finally answers me. "Because you are not doing
anything. You know, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
He smiles softly as if trying to remind me that I just said those words
to him not ten minutes ago.
"I want to. It's just that
I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or rushed. I only wanted to let
you set the pace." I try to explain myself and suddenly see
understanding in his eyes and he starts to grin.
"You know, I may be weird that way but I like it better if my lover isn't lying there like a corpse."
okay. I can understand that. To show him I nod and then push my lips
against his again. This time my hands go straight for his shirt and I
pull it over his head. I will never understand why he chooses to wear
this complicated Muggle clothing instead of easier robes. Sure, you
have all the buttons to undo, but at least it's only one part and once
that is off you usually only have to be worried about getting off the
Instead with his clothes you sometimes have
layer after layer of clothes and all these complicated clasps. Like
this one now, where I'm trying to get his trousers off. I managed to
get the button undone but then there is only some strange metal
I carefully push Harry off of me and roll
him onto his back to have a closer look at this damned thing. I can see
a very distinct bulge under his trousers and that sight definitely
doesn't help me to find out how to get to the flesh underneath.
look up at Harry with a questioning expression, hoping to make him
understand my problem without actually having to display my ignorance.
he notices that I am not doing anything anymore, he finally looks up at
me with an expression that must be similar to the one I am wearing.
leans up on both of his elbows and takes in my crouched position next
to his hips. A few moments later he looks like he put two and two
together ... and got four.
And then he actually throws his head back and laughs! I can't believe he'd laugh at me in a situation like this!
looks like he realised as well that it shows extremely bad manners and
he tries to apologise through his chuckles that still try to break
through. "Sorry,... Sirius... but that look... like a zipper... was the
biggest riddle in... the ... world." And he collapses into laughter
Okay, that's it. Time to teach this puppy a few
manners. I pick him up into my arms easily and wonder how, despite my
best efforts at stuffing him, he still looks and feels way too skinny.
lets out a squeak when he leaves the ground and slings his arms around
my neck. I quickly carry him over to the lake and unceremoniously drop
him into the water. Stupid trousers and all.
After a second or two, he comes up spluttering and swearing and tries to regain his equilibrium in the almost waist deep water.
can consider himself lucky that we aren't at the other side of the lake
where the water is much shallower. Then he wouldn't only be soaking wet
but bruised as well.
Eventually, he stands up and I
immediately let my thoughts of revenge go when I see the way he looks
in the little moon light there is. His skin looks almost translucent
this way and for once his hair is sticking to his head instead of away
When he pulls himself out of the water and
stands again, he quickly takes off the rest of his clothes. I try to
see how he undoes this metal thing but it looks like he just moves his
hand in front of it and I can hear a faint metallic sound. Then
suddenly his trousers are open and my mind moves elsewhere. He sheds
his trousers and underwear with a bit of a fight because of the wetness
and when he stands up, I can only look at him.
wonder, how it can be that I am going to get the honour of deflowering
this beautiful boy... or man? I'm not really sure but at the moment it
doesn't really seem to matter. And even though and especially because
he is too skinny and pale and looks a bit like a drowned poodle, he is
just perfect. Seeing him there, I instantly forgive him fully for
laughing at me and only want to take him into my arms and kiss him
Actually, when I think about - well, as much
as can at this moment - there is really no use in denying that urge, so
I stride over to him and pull him into my arms. When our mouths meet,
his hands go directly to the waistband of my underwear and start
pulling it down. He has a bit of difficulty because of my growing
arousal that is caused by just looking at him and feeling him in my
arms. When he finally manages to get my boxers down to my thighs, I
move a bit and they fall down to the ground.
I try to keep my hands from touching him, still holding back a little
to keep me from rushing him into anything. But it seems like he doesn't
mind moving a bit faster. His hands grip my hips to thrust them against
his own. We moan in unison and he slowly guides me backwards and lowers
both of us to the grass.
I'm again running my hands up
and down his back but now I dare to go a bit lower and cup his arse. He
wriggles delightedly on top of me and I really can't believe that he is
doing this for the first time. So far I've only seen virgins who are at
least somewhat scared and here he is the taking the initiative.
he starts again thrusting our hips together, I decide to stop trying to
evaluate every move he makes and instead settle on raising the stakes a
bit. I push his shoulders, indicating that he should move a bit and
while he looks confused, I go over to my robes and get my wand out of
one of the pockets.
When he sees that his confusion
disappears. Interesting to know that while he has no practical
experience, he at least knows the theory well enough to recognise my
intentions. I, however, am not really sure who of us should be on top
or bottom but again he takes that decision out of my hands by rolling
onto his stomach and spreading his legs.
really something quite delicious about looking at him like this. Until
tonight I never really thought I'd ever see him that way but still it
feels absolutely natural.
I move to kneel atop his
thighs and he gives a little, contended sigh. I start with dropping
kisses along his spine to relax him and I'm sure I'm doing a way better
job than those kick a rat he smoked before. When I hear him humming low
in his throat, I cast a little charm to coat my hands with lube and
slowly make my way towards his opening.
My cock is rock
hard and seems to be straining towards him but I try to keep my head
and slowly prepare him, fully intend on making his first time as
enjoyable as humanly possible. After I stretched him up to taking three
of my fingers inside him, he starts wriggling around again impatiently
and I decide that all preparation is enough. I smooth the rest of the
lube on my cock and keep his arsecheeks apart with my hands.
I first enter him, he tenses and I try to take it as slowly as
possible. He starts relaxing when I cease moving for a moment. It
suddenly occurs to me that this usually isn't the best position for
somebody's first time and I push myself up a bit and grip his hip and
pull him with me to indicate that he should get up on his knees.
does so and it really is an extremely arousing sight to see him with
his head on his arms and his arse in the air. While I'm still
marvelling at the nice slope of his back and the straining of his arm
muscles, he starts to wriggle impatiently and makes slow thrusting
motions. I take the lead from him to start moving and during our
building excitement, I hear him making the most interesting noises.
little squeaks that would put a mouse to shame to animalistic groans
that make the hairs on my neck stand up, he covers a whole palette of
sounds. This gets me even closer to orgasm than I already am and so I
sneak my hand around him to close it around his cock and speed him
along a bit.
Almost the moment that I touch him, he
climaxes and after a few more thrusts into him, I follow. I roll to the
side to keep my weight of his form and he collapses against me
sideways. I spoon against him and hear a sleepy: "''s nice.". I chuckle
and he snuggles further into me.
I vaguely realise that
it probably wouldn't be the best idea to fall asleep here but my legs
won't co-operate when my brain tells them to move and so I decide that
a few minutes of sleep surely wouldn't hurt...