A/N: Sorry I haven't updated other stories yet, I blame the Fanfic author Cheryl Dyson. I have been slowly working my way through her Harry Potter stories, and well I'm addicted. Once I start a story I can't stop.
Anyway, here is a quick story – maybe a few chapters, not many. Had to get it out of my head, so I could make room for my other stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter® is copyright J.K. Rowlings. HARRY POTTER, characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of Warner Bros. TM and © 2005. This fan fiction is provided for entertainment purposes and in respect to J.K. Rowlings and the talented cast of the Harry Potter films.
I like this glory
I must be mental Harry thought as he made his way to the fourth floor boy's lavatories. Yep definitely crazy! Dean and Seamus were talking in the dorm room the other night, and Harry overheard them talk about the fourth floor lavatories.
Apparently it was a known fact amongst the Hogwarts boys that, the fourth floor boy's toilets was the place to go to get sexual gratification, from other boys in the school.
He had heard Seamus tell Dean about a 'Glory Hole', he had no idea what it was and tried not to look interested when Seamus started explaining.
Dean laughed, "A what? Glory Hole, What the hell is one of those?" He asked his best friend.
Seamus looked smug, "A 'glory hole' is usually a hip-high hole in a wall between stalls in a public restroom; through this hole one man will insert his penis for sexual contact with another person."
Dean scrunched up his face, "Aw Seamus. How do you know about this?"
Seamus laughed, "Well there is one in the fourth floor boy's toilets. I had to see what the fuss was all about. It was alright, but I'd prefer to see their face really. But I guess if you wanted to be anonymous then it's ideal. You don't see each other and you don't have to talk." He finished.
Dean shook his head, "Is it your mission in life to try everything? I'm happy sticking to girls thanks." He laughed at his best friend.
Seamus shrugged, "You know me, anything that moves. Every holes a goal!" and he dodged Dean's smack to the head.
Dean looked over at Harry, who was studying and ignoring them, but he knew he must have heard. "What do you think Harry?"
Harry lifted his head, hoped his blush had disappeared, "I think it sounds unsanitary. In the toilets and with strangers, Merlin knows what they have and who they are. Seamus didn't you stop to think, you could have been sucking off Goyle."
Dean burst out laughing and Seamus face drained of colour.
Now it was a week after that conversation and Harry couldn't get it out of his head. The idea of doing sexual acts with a man, but maintaining his anonymity was appealing. He told himself he would go to the fourth floor toilets and see if the glory hole actually existed. Seamus could have made it up.
Over the last week he had heard Seamus and other boys talk about it. It was apparently a new development and you could do anything. Watch through the hole as someone wanked, or you could give/receive blow jobs, or penetration. The possibilities were vast and Harry knew he was a novice and once he was there he would have no idea what he was going to do.
He put on the invisibility cloak on the third floor, before going to the fourth floor. He didn't want anyone see him enter the toilets, rumours would be flying everywhere by the time he came out of the toilets.
He entered the boy's toilets, it was empty. He was relieved, he walked to the cubicles and looked for a sign of the famous glory hole. It was between the partitions of the last two cubicles.
Harry entered the last cubicle, locked the door with the latch and with a spell. Then he removed the invisibility cloak, he crouched down to study the hole in the partition. It was at hip level, bigger than he thought.
Harry was pleased to note that he would hopefully get to have sexual encounters without disclosing who he was. As a wall separates the two participants, they would have no contact except for a mouth, a penis, and perhaps a hand. Almost total anonymity is maintained as no other attributes are taken into consideration.
Harry put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it, not knowing what to do. He decided he would wait for a bit and see if anyone else shows up. He was nervous but excited too, he hoped someone would turn up.
Whilst he was waiting he cast numerous cleaning spells to the hole, the floor and the cubicle in general. Harry was also pleased he had mastered non-verbal spells, so he wouldn't have to speak, therefore not giving away who he was. He wondered if there was an age limit, he started to panic, he didn't want to touch another man's penis if they were a lot younger than him.
But then he remembered what Seamus had told Ron when he asked the same question. Seamus had said that it is only a secret that the upper class men knew about, the hole had only appeared a month ago and not many knew about it. Also it was a secret agreement between the users that, only older students were to use it on Wednesday and Friday nights. Harry was glad he must have subconsciously remembered that, as it was Friday evening.
After half an hour of waiting he was about to give up, when he heard the door open and footsteps. Then he heard the cubicle next to him open and shut, the lock sliding over the door – the sound rebounding and echoing in the silent room.
Harry's heart rate had increased. This was it. Now or never. He thought as he waited for the other person to indicate that they were interested in participating in a form of sexual act.
Nothing, the other person was clearly here for the same reason as Harry was, as he wasn't using the toilet. Maybe he was waiting for a sign from Harry. Seamus had said that one would insert a hand or finger through the hole, to indicate interest in sexual activity.
Harry took a steadying breath and put his fingers through the hole and wiggled them, hopefully catching the other person's attention.
It must have worked, because he heard the sound of someone standing and then a zipper being undone. Harry took a deep breath, right, they were probably going to put their penis through the hole.
Harry's assumption was indeed correct, a moment later a flaccid penis was inserted in the hole. Harry bit his lip, to stifle the laugh. As much as he wanted this, it was still a funny sight. A cock, in a hole in the wall, nothing else. Harry knelt down and lightly caressed the flaccid member.
He continued to run his hands over it gently, whilst he took in the sight of it. It wasn't much different than his own, it was difficult to ascertain the actual size of the penis, when it was flaccid.
However Harry liked what he had seen so far, he was pleased to see that the hole was big enough that the man's balls and pubic hair could also been seen. He had blond pubes and such smooth skin.
Harry wrapped his hand around the base of the penis and slowly started pumping. With his other hand he ran his fingers through the surprisingly soft pubes, down the side and then he cupped the man's balls, lightly tracing patterns over them, before tugging them slightly.
The man had become erect under Harry's ministrations, and Harry was pleased to note that he was actually well endowed once erect. His penis was spectacular and Harry couldn't resist the urge to kiss it. So he inclined his head and ran a trail of kissed from the tip, to the base and back up again.
The other man had begun moaning softly, and the soft moans reverberated in the quiet room. The sound was sensual and sexy, causing Harry's own penis to become erect.
Harry wanted to tell this man that he had a beautiful penis, but he didn't want to speak – for fear of giving away who he was. So he settled on showing the man how much he liked his penis.
Still gripping the base and occasionally giving slow strokes, he flicked his tongue out and swirled it over the head of the man's penis. This caused a louder moan to escape the mystery man. This was all the encouragement Harry needed and he increased his efforts, wanting to hear the luscious moans spilling from the receiver.
Harry knew that the part of the penis, that joins the head to the shaft, is the most sensitive part on the penis. So instead of trying to deep throat this guy, he put most of his attention on the head, the glands and balls.
Harry gently tapped the tip of his tongue directly on the underside of the glans, at the juncture where the foreskin is attached. He pulled the foreskin back, pushing it down with his hand, and liking and sucking gently on the head of the penis. He ran his tongue over the slit, lapping at the now throbbing penis.
Harry was massaging the balls, whilst he licked the underside of the man's cock.
"Oh fuck…" he heard. It was said quietly and muffled in moans, so Harry couldn't tell who it was.
Harry wondered what it must be like for the other man, when he had received blow jobs, he liked to put his hands in the person's hair, or on their neck or shoulders. Must be weird only having a wall to grip on to.
When Harry discovered he was more interested in men than women, he confided in Hermione, who of course turned to books. She forced Harry to read up on the subject, he was pleased that she had now. He had read some good blow job tips in them.
The last thing he wanted was for the person to think he was rubbish at giving head, he wanted to give them a blow job to remember. Harry had read that the shaft of the penis does not have many nerve endings and does not, therefore, provide a man with any high degree of stimulation. A general misconception, so he wasn't focusing all his attention the shaft.
He would stroke the shaft, take the shaft into his mouth and suck on his penis and run his tongue along it, but he mainly concentrated on the head and the top of the penis. Using his mouth and tongue for the head, and his hands pumped the shaft and fondled the balls.
The man was releasing a string of steady moans, they were soft, low, and quiet moans. As if the man was trying to be quiet, trying not to disclose who he was through his voice. He needn't have worried, Harry didn't have a clue who it was.
Harry was licking, sucking and tapping along the head and the join of foreskin with his tongue.
Harry placed the stiff penis inside his mouth, but he didn't tighten his lips around the shaft. Moving his head, tilting it different ways, he begin a circle motion. This caused the man's penis to slide to different places in his mouth. In a slow and purposeful manner he moved his head, in both clockwise and counter-clockwise motions.
"Fuck…" he heard the man cry out as Harry felt come shoot in his mouth and slide down his throat.
Harry continued pumping the shaft and sucking the head of the peins, sucking out all the man had to spill. Prolonging his climax and orgasm. Harry removed his mouth and kissed the tip of the penis before standing.
Right! Now what. He didn't want to risk leaving, just in case the other man left at the same time and they saw each other. He heard the man zip his trousers back up and then a moment later a note was slipped under the cubicle.
It was spelled to look like it was done on a type writer, so when Harry read it he couldn't recognise the handwriting.
Wow.
Best blow job ever. Thanks.
Same time tomorrow? Maybe I can return the favour.
Harry smiled at the compliment and his erect cock twitched at the promise of his own blow job tomorrow. Harry knew he'd be here.
He didn't know the spell to change his handwriting, so he only wrote one word, hoping that they couldn't guess his handwriting from one word only. He slipped the note back under the stall, his reply was a simple.
Okay
Draco Malfoy was stood in a dirty bathroom, waiting for the giver of the best blow job ever, to reply to his note. He hoped this person would agree to meet again, they were very skilled. He had never come so hard before.
He had heard about the glory hole from Blaise and had been a couple of times, once giving head and once receiving head. The first time he received head through the wall was a bit lame, he still came from the stimulation, but it hadn't driven him wild.
He didn't know what made him visit the toilet for the third time. No that's lie he did know why. He had just finished quidditch practice and all those sweaty, muscly, naked men had got him all worked up. So after a quick dinner he headed for the fourth floor bathroom, hoping he could get the release he craved for.
He walked in and was pleased to see that the end cubicle door was shut, indicating someone was in there. He entered the cubicle next to it, knowing that there was a glory hole, between the partitions separating the two cubicles.
He waited a moment, hoping the other person would give him a sign. He didn't have to wait long, he saw a few fingers poke through the hole and wiggle. He supressed a laugh, he wouldn't think of the situation – as it was ludicrous. Instead he would concentrate only on the act of sexual release.
He took that as his cue, he stood and unzipped his trousers. He wasn't erect, not even half erect, but it was probably the dirty surroundings that put him off. He pushed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles and shuffled forwards. He took hold of himself and inserted his cock through the hole.
He sucked in a breath when he felt feather light touches caress his cock, his head, shaft and balls. It felt intimate, even in this given situation. Like the other person was studying his cock and learning all the details. This caused him to get aroused, the idea that someone was taking their time to admire him, and not just suck him straight away – it was a turn on.
Soon he was being stroked and his balls were being massaged, it was slow and gentle, building up to the firmer, faster strokes. He was fully erect now and he moaned as he felt soft, warm lips, trail kisses down his shaft, to the base and back up again.
Draco couldn't supress the moan that escaped his lips, even if he wanted to. It felt fantastic, the man's breathe ghosting over his erection, soft, warm lips kissing him. The next thing he felt was a wet tongue slide over the tip of his penis – this caused an even louder moan to burst forth.
Draco cried out "Fuck…" when the giver licked and sucked the underside of his throbbing penis. Fuck, I might have to cast a non-verbal, silencing spell on myself. If I keep moaning and talking – I don't want to give myself away. He thought, but he soon forgot about that idea, distracted by the sensation of having his cock enveloped in a warm, wet, mouth.
He closed his eyes, not wanting the view of the grungy cubicle to ruin his mood. Merlin it was so fucking good, he really wanted to fling his arms out and grip handfuls of hair, and hold the persons head.
Soon he was moaning continually, but he knew he wouldn't be discovered, his moans were almost gibberish, just random sexual noises.
He felt the familiar sensation he gets just before he is about to come, he cried out "Fuck…" and he climaxed, coming into the persons mouth. It surprised Draco that he continued to suck and stroke, licking up all of his seaman and prolonging the intense orgasm.
What surprised him more was the gentle kiss placed at the tip of his penis, once they removed their mouth.
Draco cast a non-verbal cleaning spell, put himself away and grabbed a quill and parchment. He had to experience that again – he'd never had a blow job as fantastic as that before. He spelled his note and slid it under the cubical. Moments later it was pushed back under with one word scrawled at the bottom – that one word made Draco oh so happy.
He unlocked the cubicle, glanced at the other closed cubicle and left.
Harry waited until he heard the man unlock the door, hearing retreating footsteps and then the main toilet door opening. He allowed five minutes and then he slipped on the invisibility cloak and returned to his dorm. He closed his curtains, cast the relevant privacy spells and wanked himself to completion.