Making Passes at Boys in Glasses by Luvscharlie
Warning: This is not for everyone. It includes teacher/student and what some might consider dub!con, so if you're easily offended, please pass it by rather than leave me a nasty comment. I would also encourage you to remember that writing outside the box challenges writers in new ways that we find helpful in our skills to become better at this craft, we don't just do it to see who we can offend.
I can't help it that blokes find me irresistible. It's the glasses. I wonder if whoever said boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses knew about this double standard. 'Cause I can tell you from experience they certainly make passes at other blokes who wear them.
And this leads me to my current predicament…
I was walking down the corridor late at night on Prefect Patrol when I was suddenly yanked into a dark classroom by strange hands that simply seemed to appear out of nowhere and pressed me hard against the wall, lips nipping their way down the column of my neck as firm hands pushed me down to knees.
I heard the sound of a zip being lowered reverberate loudly off the walls of the otherwise silent classroom. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. Oh, I did. I'd been wondering what this felt like. Maybe it would be easier if I didn't have to look the person in the eye as the dark hid the blush of my inexperience.
I felt the tip of a cock press against my mouth and I sucked, more reflex than knowledge. Come shot out and covered my face, coating one side of my glasses, and I would have been grateful not to be able to see at all as the moonlight shifted and I could just make out the form of Professor Longbottom.
I think I'll get an "O" in Herbology this term.
Fin
Author's Note: This was originally written for the 2009 next_gen_ldws on livejournal where our character was Albus Severus Potter and our prompt was a picture of a pair of spectacles and the drabble had to be 250 words or less. This one made it through to the next round.