Hagrid comes bustling into the study. "Yer the new headmaster Albus! Proud of ye!" He let out a hearty laugh. Dumbledore sat at his perfect mahogany crested desk, the oil lamp shone dimly on his untidy paperwork. His quill was scribbling away by itself whilst he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. The two chatted for quite some time before a familiar subject was broached.
"Har har har, remember when ye won the Barnabus Finkley Prize for Exceptional Spell-Casting? Ye was so competitive back in the day." They both chuckled at the sounds of chestnuts roasting on the open fire. "Quite true, my dear Rubeus."
The conversation grew deeper as it entered an intimate topic. Hagrid leaned in close to the older wizard and asked him with great curiosity, "Albus, yer gonna be the best headmaster of all time, but who's gonna be the best headmaster?"
Dumbledore smirked, the flames from the fireplace flickering across his face, shadows dancing over his wrinkled skin.
Hagrid approached his new Headmaster like a panther, pouncing on top of his desk. His massive girth completely wrecked his old friend's sacred papers and sent his quill flying across the room. It fell silently on the carpeted floor as if its task had been completed.
The two men began kissing passionately. Their tongues intertwined as they whimpered into each other. Each man's hands explored the other's body. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate moaning from the two lovers.
After what seemed like an eternity, Hagrid broke the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips together. The hairy half-giant leaned towards his Headmaster's ear and whispered seductively, "I'm gunna make sure ye stay the best." He nibbled on Dumbledore's lobe as the latter giggled. "Oh my, that tickles."
Dumbledore pulled away and took his glasses off, placing them on the table behind him. "I've always been attracted to you Hagrid," he whispered. Hagrid smiled at this comment.
"Oh do ye now?" Hagrid asked curiously. His cheeks flushed red, and he felt his cock stiffen underneath his tunic. He stared at the elder wizard's lips hungrily, "Tell me what ye like about me, Albus."
Dumbledore began undoing his robes while Hagrid watched intently. He wasn't wearing anything under the robes and his large cock sprung free. "Oh Merlin," Hagrid muttered under his breath.
"Come closer my dear boy and let me tell you what I like about you. But first, the tunic," Dumbledore ordered. Hagrid blushed and removed his clothing quickly, tossing the potato-sack-like shirt to the floor with one swoop. He stood proudly before Albus, displaying his magnificent nakedness. Dumbledore examined Hagrid's body with such admiration he could barely contain himself.
"Hagrid, you are just as handsome as ever. Now come here," Dumbledore purred, gesturing for him to sit atop the desk once more. Hagrid complied, sitting comfortably before his friend.
Hagrid gazed up at Albus with lust in his eyes. "You look good enough to eat!" Hagrid exclaimed.
"Well, my dear friend, you are the dish tonight," Dumbledore replied with a wicked grin as he reached out with both hands and grasped onto Hagrid's thick meaty thighs and slowly pulled them apart, exposing Hagrid's hairy arsehole and big ballsack to him. Hagrid looked away shyly.
"Please, sir," Hagrid mumbled, his voice cracking slightly
Dumbledore's cock hardened at the sight of Hagrid's creamy golden hole glistening in the light from the oil lamp. The head of Dumbledore's cock slid into Hagrid's tight arsehole easily as if it was a well-greased door. "Ohhhhhh!" cried Hagrid as he felt himself being stretched by something warm and hard. Dumbledore groaned in ecstasy at the feeling of finally conquering his pal Rubeus.
He pushed further in until all his inches were buried deep within Hagrid's hot hole. Hagrid gasped when he felt Dumbledore's gray bush hit his taint; they were connected to the hilt.
Dumbledore began pumping his cock in and out of Hagrid, using his still-good hips like pistons to fuck into him. Albus spit on his hand and slapped Hagrid on his hairy arse cheek with a loud smack! Then, grabbing the fatty flesh of his bum, he spread it open revealing more of his winking pink entrance. "Oh, Rubeus! You're so beautiful when you take it like this, my boy!" Dumbledore moaned as he continued to pound into him relentlessly.
Hagrid gripped onto the table tightly and closed his eyes, enjoying the ride. "Mmmmm," Hagrid responded with a low moan as his hole clenched around Dumbledore's fat dick. He squeezed his legs shut so that Albus's thrusts would be deeper. "Yes! Harder!" he begged.
Dumbledore picked up the pace, slamming his swollen balls against Hagrid's ass-cheeks, causing them to jiggle uncontrollably with each slap of skin-on-skin contact. His sack was full and heavy, brimming with semen. Each time he drove back in, Hagrid's large form shook and buckled under the force, his many rolls moving in sync like ocean waves.
It felt amazing, Dumbledore thought. The soft tissue surrounding his rod was spongy and yielded perfectly to every movement. This was nothing like sex with Grindlewald had been—this was raw, this was true love. The walls of Hagrid's rectum gripped his cock with strength and suction that Grindy would never have been able to compete with. Albus slammed in one last time, hitting Hagrid's prostate with incredible force, and exploded inside him. A surge of cum blasted into Hagrid's anal canal, flooding every crevice of his bowels, filling him to the brim with thick grand wizard semen. Hagrid moaned loudly as his giant seed splashed out over his own' chest and belly. A cacophony of sound erupted as the pair collapsed into each other. The smell of mansex filled the air as the two old wizards panted heavily, trying to catch their breaths.
Dumbledore chuckled, his spent cock still buried to the hilt within Hagrid. "A great present for me indeed."
Hagrid let out a happy laugh, "Har har, glad to help. Maybe we can do this again sometime, Albus."
Dumbledore grinned back at his old friend, "Perhaps so my dear boy, perhaps so."