Perverts 'R' Us
Harry Potter and His Discovery
By Danyealle ( gay, anal, virgin, 1st, cons )
This is entirely a work of fiction from my dementia. The characters are indeed based on the wonderful characters created by JK Rowlings for her Harry Potter books and what I have done in no way reflects her work and is entirely a work of fiction from me. Take it as that and that alone, a work of fan fiction, not the work of JK Rowlings.
Quietly slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake anyone else in the dorm, Harry slipped his invisibility cloak on and exited the Gryffindor tower. Slowly and quietly, he made his way towards the Slytherin dorm in the dungeons. But just before getting to the portrait that would gain him access to their common room, he stopped and quietly knocked on a recessed door. Sweating profusely and shaking, he waited, hearing noises and movement inside. Quickly, the door was swung open and the intimidating figure of Professor Snape glared out.
"Who is it?" he barked gruffly.
Harry lowered the hood of the cape a little so Snape could see his face. Nodding, Snape ushered him inside, looking up and down the hall to make sure no one else was around. When the door was shut, he said a spell that made it so no one outside could hear anything, no matter how loud it got. Turning, he looked at Harry, dark eyes flashing.
"Well Potter? What do you want?" He snapped.
Tossing his prized invisibility cape onto a nearby chair, Harry stood in front of the intimidating Professor in his pajamas and slippers, looking at the floor. His insides were all aquiver and his stomach in twisting knots. But he had to come. It was as if he was pulled here.
"Speak, Potter!" Snape snarled, stepping closer to the teenage boy.
"You see, Professor… I can't… yesterday…dungeons…thinking…you…" Harry stammered, unable to get out a full sentence, mouth dry as dust.
"You disturbed me to stand here and make nonsense?" Snape said, stepping in front of Harry. "Not only that, breaking the rules about being out after bedtime? Speak, Potter!" he roared.
Taking a deep breath, Harry looked into Snape's dark, flashing eyes. "Professor," he said in almost a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about yesterday in the dungeons and I came because I want more. I NEED more! It's all I've thought about since then." Blushing, Harry looked longingly at Snape.
A smile curled Snapes cruel, think lips and a twinkle sparked his dark eyes, "More Potter? You want more?"
"Yes, please." Harry whispered, lowering his eyes once again to the floor.
Stepping directly in front of the lanky, tousle-haired teenager, he snapped, "Look at me, Potter!" Harry raised his eyes and looked directly into his potion master's dark, flashing eyes.
He had grown considerably in the last two years, and could now look directly into the tall, lanky Professor's eyes. With a snake-like quickness, Snape's hand shot out and grabbed the back of the teenager's hair, yanking his head to him. He then crushed his thin, cruel lips down on Harry's in a deep, animalistic kiss. "I will give you all you want, Potter!" He growled into Harry's mouth between kisses.
If any of the rest of the school had seen this scene they would have been stunned into silence. Not because it was between two men, no, homosexuality was a non-issue in the wizarding world, unlike the furor over it in the Muggle world. No, it was because it was Harry and Snape. Everyone knew they LOATHED each other. It had been that way since Harry had come to Hogwarts.
But there was so much everyone didn't know about the two. Snape had known he was gay for as long as he could remember. Never once in his entire life had he felt a sexual attraction to women. It was men he had been sexually attracted to. When he had gone to Hogwarts as a student he had many sexual encounters with fellow students and even more crushes. Yes, he would admit to himself, one of those crushes had been on James, Harry's father, but because of their animosity towards each other it had burned itself out quickly. By Harry's first year, Severus was quite comfortable with who and what he was.
Harry, on the other hand, was just discovering and coming to grips with it. By his seventh year, he had gone out with a few girls, but the attraction the other guys seemed to have for females just didn't seem to be there for him. But, during the later half of his sixth year he had started noticing that he was attracted sexually towards men. By the start of his seventh year he had accepted it and moved on. But about two months into the term he was alarmed to find himself daydreaming and fantasizing about Snape. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake it. Even when he masturbated it was Snape he was thinking about. It got so bad that he was thinking about his potion master 24/7.
The day before he had shown up in Snape's room, it had finally come to a head. While in potions he had made a complete cock up of the formula assigned, due to the fact that he just couldn't concentrate around Snape. As the class ended, Snape had ordered him to stay after class. After shutting the door, Snape leaned against the front of his desk, staring at Harry. "What has gotten into you, Potter? You have always been inept at potions but lately you have become so abysmal that you are now in league with Longbottom."
Unable to look into his face, Harry just stared at the floor and shook his head. "I am just distracted is all."
"Distracted?" Snape sneered. "What distraction could there be to cause this level of ineptitude?"
Until the day he died Harry would probably never know where it came from or what caused it but he then did something that he never thought he would have the courage to do. Raising his eyes he looked at Snape then said softly, "You are. I can't stop thinking about you." Leaning forward, he kissed his potions master.
When he broke it off, he stepped back a couple paces and dropped his eyes to the floor, not believing what he had just done. But his heart was hammering from the excitement of it.
Snape stared at him, in shock, mouth hanging open. Harry started to stammer out and apology, but Snape held up a hand, silencing him then just looked at him, eyes glistening, like a serpent in the grass waiting to strike. Then slowly he said, "Let me get this straight, Mr. Potter, you are distracted because you have developed some kind of feelings for me?"
Harry nodded miserably, continuing to stare at the floor. He could get nothing from Snape's tone; it was the same as it always was when addressing him, tinged with sarcasm.
Snape stepped up in front of him and growled, "Look at me, Potter!" When Harry raised his eyes Snape grabbed the back of his head and kissed him passionately.
Before either of them really knew what was going on Harry was naked, flat on his back on Snape's desk with his legs spread. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, standing straight up in the air. Quickly, Snape ripped all his clothes off but he still thought to put a silence spell on the door so no one could hear what went on inside.
When he was fully naked, he stepped closer to his desk and looked down at the nude Harry, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. Despite his outward appearance he was as nervous and apprehensive about this as Harry was. Sure, Harry was 18 now and an adult, but he was still one of his students. Never before had he fucked one of his students nor really even thought about it. Sure, he had crushes on male students before, always the older ones in their 6th and 7th years, but had never even entertained the thought of acting upon them.
But, now here he was about to do just that. With Harry Potter no less. The animosity between the two was legendary at Hogwarts and until last year Snape had never seen him as anything but a trouble maker cut from the same cloth as his father. The year before, however, when he had first seen him at the start of the term feast he had been struck by how handsome he had become. And he had developed a bit of a crush.
Now, here he was, naked, flat on his back before him, looking at him with the same want and longing he, himself, felt. Hogwarts school robes were voluminous and hid most everything so Snape was pleasantly surprised to see Harry wasn't as thin as he appeared to be. Yes, he was on the lean side, but he was well put together and muscular. But his cock was what surprised Snape the most. It was big, at least 10 inches long and very thick. Oh how good that would feel! But that would be for a different date. Staring down into Harry's green eyes he asked, "Tell me what you want, Potter."
Licking his lips, Harry looked up into Snape's eyes then raked down over his think, pale body to his cock. Like the rest of him, it was thin and about seven inches long. Tearing his eyes away from it he looked back up into Snape's eyes. "I want to feel you in me." He whispered, shivering slightly from excitement.
Chuckling, Snape smiled wickedly. Kneeling down in front of the desk, he wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and took the head of it into his mouth and started to suck on it.
Eyes rolling back in his head, Harry moaned and arched his hips off the desk. Never in his life had he felt anything so good! For sure, he thought, he would blow his load immediately, but Snape knew what he was doing and was able to keep him from doing so. But within a few minutes he had Harry writing all over the desk, moaning and whimpering.
While he had Harry distracted Snape let one long, bony finger trail down to Harry's tight pucker. He toyed with it a bit, tickling and twirling it around the outside before starting to ease it inside. Harry tensed up and hissed at first but Snape kept his mouth on his cock and soon had him distracted enough that if it did hurt any Harry didn't care. From the tightness of it, Snape guessed that nothing other than possibly the teenager's own finger had been there. So he was going to have to be extra careful lest he hurt him.
While he kept Harry at the very brink of orgasm, Snape gradually stretched out his nether passage by working in first one finger, then two and finally three. When Harry's tight hole was finally gripping onto his fingers, as if he wanted them to stay there, Snape felt it was time. Taking his mouth off Harry's cock he stood up and positioned himself between the teenager's legs. Grasping Harry's hips, he pulled him to the edge of the desk to where his ass was hanging slightly off it. Then,
Grasping his own fully engorged, throbbing member, he held it to Harry's tight hole. Looking him in the eye, he said, "You sure you want this, Potter?"
Squirming around and shaking a bit, Harry nodded and said in a thick voice, "I'm sure."
"Then have it you shall." Snape said, voice trembling slightly from excitement. Holding his cock at the base, the head pressed tightly to Harry's tight anus, Snape thrust his hips hard, and drove his cock all the way into Harry's ass.
Letting out a loud yelp of pain, Harry arched up off the desk a bit. "Fuck, that hurt," he thought. He was shaking badly now and a think sweat had broken out all over his body. But he didn't ask Snape to take it out. Instead, he tried to relax, taking deep gulps of air.
Snape was not someone that was gentle about anything he did, that was not his nature. But he remembered the first time he had taken it up the ass and the pain that went with it so after the initial thrust he waited and held still, toying with Harry's cock. He would let him know when he was ready to continue, or at least his body would.
With a hand toying with his swollen cock and that long piece of meat buried to the hilt in his ass, Harry lay there, pain mixing with pleasure the likes of which he had never known. Soon, Snapes hand once again had him wiggling and squirming all over the place. Gone or at least mostly diminished, was the pain in his ass. Soon, he was moving slightly up and down on the thin intruder as Snape masterfully manipulated his cock.
This was the sign Snape had been waiting for. Without moving his hand, Snape started to thrust his cock into Harry's ass, slow and deep strokes at first then gradually becoming harder, faster and stronger until he was pounding into Harry's virgin ass so hard the desk was starting to skid across the floor with each thrust of his hips.
Underneath, Harry clung to Snape, thrusting his hips up to meet the strokes. There weren't words to describe how good Snape was making him feel. He never knew his ass could produce such intense, pleasurable feelings. Putting his hands on the back of Snape's head, Harry drew him down into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue twisting with Snape's.
Fifteen or so minutes later, Harry could feel his balls tighten up and knew he was at the threshold of the single most powerful orgasm of his life and there would be no stopping it. In about 20 more strokes, Harry slammed his ass all the way down onto Snape's cock and let out a scream that reverberated off the walls of the dungeon then came, white-washing Snape's chest with the massive load.
When Harry's ass clamped down tight onto his cock, Snape let out a dusty moan and sprayed the inside of Harry's ass with his own jizz. As he went through the throes of his orgasm, Harry's ass seemed to milk his cock, as if it was trying to get every last bit of his cum.
There was no cuddling or kissing afterwards, that just wasn't Snape's style but after they were both dressed and just as Harry was about to leave Snape stopped him. "If you ever want more, you know how to find me, Potter." Then he kissed Harry roughly.
Licking his swollen lips, Harry nodded then departed. All that day and the next all Harry could think of was Snape and what they did. It played its self over and over in his mind constantly. When he shut his eyes he could feel Snape's rough touch. Whenever he went to the bathroom and was sure there was no one about, ghost or human, he would hike up his robes and drop his trousers and bend over in front of a mirror to look at his swollen and red anus. When he would touch it he could remember exactly how it felt to have Snape's long, thin cock in it.
The next night, as he lay in bed, that was all he could think about and he wanted more, had to have more. That is what led to his trip to the dungeons.
Snape shoved Harry to the wall and held him there with his body, pressing to it tightly. His mouth devoured the teenagers and his hands roamed down his body until it reached his crotch, where he started to rub his engorged cock through the thin pajamas. Harry moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Snape, clutching him tightly. Then reaching down, Harry cupped and rubbed Snape's cock through his pants.
Breaking off the kiss, Snape looked down at him, eyes snapping. "Take your clothes off." He growled, while starting to divest himself of his own.
Harry needed no encouragement and about ripped his pajamas to shreds trying to get them off his body. Feeling not the least bit self-conscious he stood naked in front of Snape, licking his lips. Snape looked him up and down after tossing his clothes into a nearby chair. Grinning, he grabbed his arms and pulled him to his chest and kissed him passionately, letting his tongue snake into Harry's mouth.
Harry moaned into his mouth and pressed himself tighter to Snape's body, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him as tight to his body as he could. Their cocks were rubbing against one another and Harry could feel his starting to leak pre-cum all over the place.
Snape broke off the kiss and looked Harry in the eyes, grinning. Quickly, he shoved him onto the bed and lay down beside him. He had Harry position himself on his side then turned around until they were laying perpendicular to each other with Snape's head in Harry's crotch and Harry's in his, the classic 69 position. Bending one leg and placing the foot flat on the bed, Snape put his hand on the back of Harry's head and pushed it towards his crotch. Harry didn't need to guess what Snape wanted and took his cock into his mouth.
Snape shut his eyes and moaned as the teenager started to suck on him. He could tell Harry had never done this before but was trying his best, and his best was doing wonders for Snape's cock. Reveling in the feelings for a couple minutes, Snape lay there and guided Harry's head with his hand until he was sure he had the idea of how to do it, and then he lowered his mouth onto Harry's cock and started to suck it.
He had done it enough times that he knew just what to do to get someone excited. It worked, because within a couple of minutes, Harry was moaning on his cock and writhing all over the place, thrusting his hips. Instinctively, Snape knew when the teenager had reached the point of cumming and pulled his mouth off. For his first time giving head, Harry had done a great job, Snape, himself, was on the verge as well.
Harry flopped onto his back, panting heavily. His cock was throbbing madly and demanding release. He wasn't sure what was more of a turn-on - having his cock sucked, or sucking on Snape's.
Snape lay there, catching his breath and calming down then roughly shoved Harry onto his back and straddled his hips. Looking down into his green eyes he grinned then leaned down and kissed him roughly, his tongue thrusting into his mouth. While he was doing that he reached between Harry's legs and grabbed hold of the teenager's throbbing cock.
Guiding it to his twitching asshole, Snape ribbed it around before, in one motion with no pauses, lowered himself down all the way onto it. God, that thing was fucking big and it hurt to go in! But there was no feeling in the world Snape liked better than to have his ass stretched by a monster cock. Breaking off the kiss, he sat up straight astride Harry, shutting his eyes and hissing as all the cock buried itself into his ass.
Harry moaned loudly as Snape's tight ass enveloped his cock. He thought for sure he was going to blow his wad right then and there. But some supreme concentration on his part kept that from happening. Looking up at Snape and seeing the look of pure enjoyment on his face made Harry's cock throb harder. That, perhaps, was the biggest turn on, something he had never really thought of.
After getting used to the monster in his ass, Snape looked down at Harry, licking his lips. Leaning forward he put his hands in the center of Harry's chest and started to move himself up and down on his cock, feeling his ass stretch on each stroke. God it felt fucking fantastic! In a couple minutes he had the rhythm he wanted, not to fast but hard.
Harry, unused to any of this, was beside himself. Never in his life had he felt anything so good. He liked his cock in Snape's ass as much as he liked Snape's cock in his ass. He was able to get the rhythm Snape had pretty quickly and started thrusting up into him as Snape was thrusting down. Harry couldn't help himself, he was shaking all over and moaning loudly. Reaching up, he put his arms around Snape and pulled him down a bit so he was able to kiss him.
Locking his lips down on Harry's, Snape was grinding himself down on his cock as hard as he could, his own bobbing out in front of him, stiff as an iron spike, leaking pre-cum all over Harry's chest. He grabbed one of Harry's hands and let it to his cock, then showed him how he liked to be masturbated. Snape, by his nature, was very stoic and very rarely made any noise during sex but this was feeling so good that he was moaning loudly. His eyes shut as the intense feelings washed over him.
Not able to help himself as his orgasm once again started to build, Harry started thrusting up into Snape's ass hard and rough, grunting loudly. His hand was almost a blur on his cock. The arm he had wrapped around Snape's waist clutched him tightly. Grinding his teeth, he looked into Snape's dark eyes. Then with one mighty thrust drove all ten inches deep into Snape's ass and came, howling loudly.
Snape, unprepared for that violent thrust, tightened up and screamed, blowing his own load with such force that it shot completely over Harry's head. It was by far the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Once it loosened its grip on him, he felt forward onto Harry's chest and lay there panting and quivering.
Harry wrapped his arms around Snape and held him while he caught his breath. Then, opening his eyes, he leaned up and kissed Snape tenderly, stroking up and down his back softly.
Snape rolled off of Harry and onto his side then wrapped his arms around Harry and held him. Looking down at him, he grinned. "So, Potter, is it what you thought it would be with me?"
"No, it isn't. I could never imagine that anything could feel so good."
Chuckling darkly, Snape grinned. They lay there silent for a while before Harry raised his head and looked at him. "Can I sleep in here with you tonight? I just want to spend a bit of time with you."
Snape looked at him, an unreadable look on his face. "You need to be in your dorm before you get caught Potter. But I don't see why you can't sleep here with me for a few hours before going back, since technically you are not breaking the rules because you are with a teacher."
Grinning, Harry lay his head on Snape's shoulder and shut his eyes. Within a few minutes, he had dozed off, snoring softly.
Snape draped an arm around his shoulder and lay there thinking. Of all the encounters he had had before, none were like this one. The closeness he felt with Potter was something completely new. Not only that, he spent all day thinking about him. That had never happened before to him. Usually it was a brief encounter then they went their separate ways. No one before Harry had ever asked to sleep with him, ever! This was all new and strange.
They next couple days Harry and Snape could not arrange a get-together because of other circumstances and both were feeling the longing for the other. Snape spent all his free time thinking about the tousle-haired teenager and Harry lay in bed at night, longing to feel Snape's touch once again.
The next potion class both of them fought the urge to shooting meaningful looks to the other. When class had ended Snape had Harry stay after class. When the door was shut and the privacy spell cast, Snape pushed Harry against the wall and kissed him deeply and animalistically, his hard cock pressing against Harry. When the kiss was broken off, both men were panting heavily, looking into the other's eyes.
"We don't have much time, Potter but if you are willing we could have a bit of a quick encounter." Snape said, staring into Harry's eyes.
Licking his lips, Harry grinned, "Fine with me."
Chuckling, Snape kissed him quickly again then shoved him against the desk. Quickly, he yanked his robes up and dropped his pants, revealing his hard cock, stuck straight out in front of him. Harry bunched his robes up under his arms then dropped his pants and bent over the desk, peering over his shoulder at Snape, already panting heavily.
With no preamble, Snape, in one hard stroke, drive his cock all the way up Harry's ass in one stroke and started to hammer into him. Harry reached underneath himself and grasped his cock and started to stroke it. This wasn't one of those meaningful encounters; it was more of an animalistic fuck between two people that needed the other after a time apart, because, within 5 minutes both had cum, hard. While they were both tidying themselves up Snape looked at him, "Come to my room tonight, Potter. I want to have you with me tonight."
Harry grinned and nodded, "After lights out I will be there."
Before leaving for lunch, Snape gave him a long, lingering kiss that gave Harry the start on another erection. While at lunch, listening to Hermione and Ron go on about Snape and potions Harry ideally played with his food, daydreaming. Every time he moved his anus throbbed slightly and he resisted the urge to grin, remembering what Snape did to him to get it that way.
Over the next few weeks, Harry spent every night with Snape in his room in the dungeons, rising before dawn to go back to his dorm. If they could have been alone together they would have been inseparable. The rest of the teaching staff and students didn't suspect a thing but they should have known it couldn't escape the all-seeing eyes of Professor Dumbledore. One day he called Harry to his office. Nothing unusual, Harry thought nothing of it until the Headmaster leaned back in his chair and looked at Harry over his half-moon glasses, eyes sparkling. "I want to talk to you about your relationship with Professor Snape, Harry."
With that one sentence Harry knew that Dumbledore knew everything. Gulping, Harry looked at the floor. Then the door opened and Snape came in. Standing by Harry he looked at the Headmaster, but said nothing.
Dumbledore stood up and walked to the front of his desk and looked at the two, smiling. "I am glad," he said, looking from one to the other, "that you have finally decided to stop hating each other."
Harry looked at him, startled. "Then you know and don't care?"
"I know everything. It's hard to hide it when two people care about each other the way you two seem to. Also, you are both adults so why should I say anything about it?"
Snape said nothing, but Harry felt his bony hand cover his and give it a squeeze.
Dumbledore patted both of them on the shoulder and smiled, "All I ask is that you both be discreet about this until school ends." He turned and went back behind the desk. After he sat down he looked at Harry and winked. "As for staying with him at night, you are not breaking the rules. After all you are with a teacher."
When they left his office Snape stopped Harry with a hand on his shoulder. After looking up and down the hall to make sure they were alone he leaned forward and kissed Harry passionately then winked at him. "My room, tonight, after lights out." then he walked off, leaving Harry grinning widely.