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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Other(s)
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Other(s), Blaise_Zabini
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Slash_sex, Out_of_Character, Sexual_Content, First
      Time, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
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  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-17 Completed: 2011-07-21 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3255
****** Of Straight Men and Large Cocks ******
by Vampira6 [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Draco has a strange obsession. Especially strange for a straight guy.
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
     may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator,
     please contact me using the e-mail address on HP_Fandom_collection
     profile.
***** Chapter 1 *****
This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got too long. It called it PWP
because I really don't know what else to call it, there sort of is a plot, but
the whole plot is to do with sex, heh. It will be less slow and more smutty in
later chapters, promise. Please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe or any of the characters in
it. And of course I don't make any money from this.
Chapter 1
It had been a good three months since I had become obsessed with Blaise
Zabini’s cock.
I know that you’re probably making all kinds of assumptions about me now. I’m
jealous - I don’t think so, but I see how you might think that. I’m a freak - I
won’t argue with you. But the one thing I won’t let you think about me is that
I’m gay.
Okay, now you’re probably rolling your eyes in a disbelieving manner, thinking
to yourself that you’ve never heard of such a severe case of denial. But it’s
true. I’m not gay. So how come I’m obsessed with the private parts of a male
classmate? To be honest, I’m not quite sure, so I can’t tell you that. What I
can tell you, however, is how it all started.
If you hate cliche stories about guys checking each other out in the showers
after playing sports, I’m going to have to disappoint you. This story starts
quite similar to those. I could lie in order to make this a better story, but
I’m not going to.
It happened after a long Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Obviously we had
won, but just barely; One of our best players had injured himself the week
before during training, and Blaise was the reserve player chosen to take his
place during this match. He was alright, but not overly impressive.
In the showers afterwards, I found out something else about him was definitely
impressive. There’s no need to go into detail, as you already know what part of
him I’m talking about. All I will say is that I couldn’t keep myself from
wondering how big it would be in erect state, if it was this large to begin
with.
I’m not sure how I first noticed it - although it was difficult not to. But it
was hard to stop myself from staring, so until he left the showers, I pretended
to be washing my hair thoroughly, squeezing my eyes shut to prevent the shampoo
from getting into them.
Only after everyone else had left the showers and made their way to the dorms,
I stepped out from underneath the hot water as well. I walked over to one of
the benches in the changing room and sat down, still naked and soaking wet. I
buried my face in my hands, trying to process what the hell was going on in my
brain. Sure, I’ve been talking about this in quite a lighthearted manner, but
as you might understand...If you’re a straight guy and you find yourself
staring at a naked bloke all of a sudden, that’s confusing.
I don’t want to bore you with what happened the next months, the three months
that led up to the moment that’s the actual beginning of this story, so I’ll
give you the brief summary: Our injured player recovered, and Blaise wasn’t
needed on the team anymore. He did join training sessions every now and then,
but I tended to avoid the showers when this was the case. It was strange; One
part of me was dying to see him naked again, but a different part of me was
scared to death of these feelings, and was afraid that I would embarrass myself
completely if I found myself in the showers with him again. Thankfully, no one
ever asked questions.
Then I made a mistake. After one of the training sessions that Blaise had
joined, I was so sweaty that I would feel like a disgusting person for going to
class without taking a shower first. I walked around outside for a while, until
I was sure that even the slowest person would have left the showers by then.
But as you’ve guessed, I was mistaken.
When I entered the small brick building next to the Quidditch pitch, I heard a
shower running. I looked up to see who was still there, knowing it was too late
to sneak out unseen now.
I told you this story was cliche, right?
It was him. Just my luck.
I blinked, struggling to keep my eyes on his face. “Hi Draco,” he said in a
neutral tone, before I realized how dumb I was probably looking, standing there
like that.
“H....hi,” I stuttered. I was usually more articulate, even when talking to
Blaise after that incident three months ago, but that was when he was dressed.
I thought about what to do. It would be ridiculous to leave now, because then
he would definitely figure out something was up. So I turned around, facing the
wall, and started to undress. As soon as I was naked, I made my way into the
showers, picking out the shower in the far corner, as far away from Blaise as
possible.
Thankfully, Blaise didn’t ask anything about why I had waited so long to come
and take a shower. He was a quiet one, which I was very grateful for at the
moment. I tried to focus on washing my body and hair as quickly as possible, so
that I could be out of there within a couple of minutes.
“So what do you think about the upcoming match against Gryffindor? You think
we’re going to win?” Blaise suddenly asked in a casual voice, still occupied
with washing himself.
Damn it! What happened to Blaise Zabini being the quiet guy? Why did he have to
pick this moment out of all moments in seven years of school to become a casual
chatter? “I eh...” I was sounding like a girl with a crush. Great. “I think
we’ll eh...yeah,” was all I could manage. Because before I could finish my
sentence, I made the mistake to be polite.
You have to look at people when you talk to them, right?
Alright, so maybe I had subconsciously just been trying to look for an excuse
to look at him. I was perfectly fine at first, too, looking him in the eyes.
But then my gaze followed his arm down his body to...it. He was washing it. He
was talking to me, while washing that incredible...
This time, I failed to look away. He didn’t seem to notice, though. Which was a
good thing, because I’m almost certain I even licked my lips at some point. I
would have wondered what the fuck was wrong with me, if my mind hadn’t been so
busy thinking about things I absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about.
You want to know? Your choice, pervert.
I was imagining what it would look like if his hand wasn’t making careless
motions in order to clean his dick, but stroking it instead. How it would look
if it wasn’t hanging down, but standing straight up, all hard...And how it
would...
A thought so perverted came to mind, that I immediately made myself snap out of
it. I briefly looked at Blaise’s face to check if he had noticed anything, but
it didn’t seem like he had, or he’d been staring at me weirdly, no doubt.
Then I realized something absolutely horrifying. I noticed that I was getting
an erection, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
I bit my lip hard to prevent myself from panicking openly, and in a matter of
about a second I decided that if I couldn’t prevent myself from getting a hard-
on next to the boy I had just been staring at like a creep, all I could do was
hide it. I turned around and faced the corner, utterly grateful that I wasn’t
surrounded by the whole Quidditch team, because then I would have never been
able to hide my apparent arousal.
Not too long after, I heard Blaise turn off his shower. He wandered around the
changing room for a while, getting dressed, then mumbled, “See you later,” and
walked out.
As the door slammed shut, I banged my fist against the wall. I was so angry
with myself - I could deny my feelings, make up excuses for them, but a
physical reaction like that, I couldn’t pretend it hadn’t happened.
The worst thing of all was that said physical reaction refused to go away. I
knew I couldn’t stay there all day, waiting for someone else to come in and
find me like that, but I did notwant to give in. I did not want to masturbate
to the thoughts of another boy’s dick. I couldn’t. And even if I would manage
not to think about it while getting rid of my hard on, I was still getting rid
of a hard on caused by thoughts about another boy’s dick.
Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that I didn’t have a choice. I
wrapped my hand around my erection, pumping up and down fast, trying to block
out any thoughts having to do with cock. But one particular thought did
infiltrate my mind as I came closer to coming, the same thought that I had
found too shocking to allow earlier. Much to my horror, this was the thought
that sent me over the edge.
I sat down on the floor, sliding down the wall just like my semen was doing,
being washed off the wall and into the drain. I was beyond caring if anyone
would find me like this now.
I had orgasmed to the thought of what it would be like to suck Blaise Zabini’s
cock.
I was doomed.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter 2
If you’re still reading this, you’ve probably decided by now that no matter
what I say, I’m gay. That I’m locked in a gigantic pink closet and the key is
somewhere on the bottom of the black lake.
But really, this isn’t the case. I thought about it long and hard after that
awkward situation in the showers, and I realized, much to my relief, that in
order to be gay you have to be attracted to other males. And I wasn’t. Right, I
had practically been drooling over Blaise’s cock earlier, but that was a minor
detail I still needed to...figure out.
But I didn’t want to kiss or cuddle with him. I certainly didn’t want to date
him. Or any guy, for that matter. That, much to my relief, meant that I
couldn’t possibly be gay.
And maybe I had thought about sucking his incredibly large penis while jerking
off. And maybe that same penis was the topic of many wet dreams during the next
few weeks. And maybe, just maybe, it was all I ever thought about anymore when
masturbating. But it was just a weird fetish. Everyone had those, right?
I know it may sound like I wasn’t troubled about these feelings at all anymore,
but that’s not true. I was still angry and confused with myself, but making
excuses as to why it was okay definitely helped. What also helped was that
slowly but surely my obsession was growing to the point where my perverted
thoughts left almost no room for negative ones.
Instead of desperately avoiding situations in which I could end up seeing
Blaise naked, I secretly started to hope for them. But now that I wanted it to
happen so badly, opportunities never seemed to come up.
Until a random, rainy day in the middle of March. When I woke up in the
morning, it didn’t seem like it was going to be a special day at all, but boy,
was I mistaken.
It happened during Potions class. Obviously nothing actually happened in
Potions class (I don’t think that Snape would have survived...And I wouldn’t
have either, for that matter) but at some point I left the classroom to use the
bathroom. I didn’t need to go desperately, but class was boring and it would
mean a short walk.
After I was done, I buttoned up my pants and made my way to the sink to wash my
hands. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a sound behind me. I looked into the
mirror, in which I could see the door, and my heart skipped a beat. It was
Blaise. And much to my horror as well as excitement, he didn’t open the door to
one of the stalls, but walked straight to the urinals.
No, this isn’t going to be as nasty as it sounds, I promise. Because after he
unzipped his trousers and freed his cock, it became clear to me that he wasn’t
pissing at all. He was flaunting his cock at me. The bastard knew the effect it
had on me!
I tried to pretend that nothing was going on. I washed my hands, trying not to
look at the dark skinned boy in the mirror. But when I turned around to leave,
there was absolutely no way I couldn’t look. It was right there in front of me,
being showed off by its clearly proud owner.
Tearing my gaze away from it (which was really, really hard - no pun intended),
I tried to read the expression on his face. He was really doing this to tease
me, wasn’t he? He wanted to expose me as being gay. He was going to tell
everyone how I’d stared at him, back when we were in the showers together and
right now, and that was it. Then the whole school would know I was gay. Which I
wasn’t!
That didn’t matter though. Gay or not gay, it was becoming apparent that when
being confronted with a big, beautiful cock such as Blaise’s, all my morals and
pride went out of the window, and I was willing to let go of all my
inhibitions.
I tried to fight it, but not for too long.
Without warning, I dropped onto my knees and took him into my mouth.
If I’d been able to think at that moment, I would have been incredibly angry
with myself, I’m sure, for letting myself go like that. In a public bathroom,
even. With anyone being able to walk in at any moment. About a minute ago, I
had been worried about Blaise telling our classmates that I was gay. That’d be
nothing to worry about compared to the risk of someone walking in on us like
this.
But I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t think about those things. All that I could
think about was getting as much of his length in my mouth before he’d yell at
me and pull me off him. I needed to taste it, to feel it at the back of my
throat. Even soft, it still filled up my mouth exquisitely.
Surprisingly enough, he didn’t protest. In fact, much to my shock, I heard a
small moan slip past his lips while I started to feel him grow hard in my
mouth. It was the most amazing sensation I’d ever felt. His cock was growing
hard in my mouth because of me, and I would get to see it completely erect. My
own cock jumped, straining against the front of my pants within a matter of
seconds.
Suddenly, I was pulled back by my hair. I looked up at Blaise with wide eyes,
afraid that he was going to get mad at me and tell the world what had happened.
To be completely honest, the thought of not being able to finish what I
started, worried me more.
“Are you crazy, Draco?” He said, shaking his head. I couldn’t exactly place the
tone of his voice. He didn’t sound angry, or disgusted. More...surprised. Then
a smile broke out on his face. “I mean, we’re in public. The least we can do is
continue this in a stall.”
The relief I felt was indescribable. I nodded, and made my way to the nearest
bathroom stall, not even bothering to get up on my feet. I crawled. I imagined
myself crawling around and sucking cock on a nasty, cold bathroom floor. I knew
I looked like a cheap whore. The thought made me even harder.
Within a second Blaise had joined me inside the stall. He placed the tip of his
half-hard cock at my lips at the same moment he locked the door.
I started to experiment now, licking around the head, up his length, kissing,
licking, nipping, sucking, figuring out the spots that earned me a moan. Often,
I was the one moaning in ecstasy, as if I was the one with a hot mouth wrapped
around my cock.
I managed to pull myself away after a while, when I could feel that he was
completely hard. Leaning back slightly, I marvelled at the size of it, my mouth
already watering for it again. It was bigger than I had imagined, even in my
dirtiest dreams. I shivered as I thought of what I wanted so badly that I had
been dreaming of it, both awake and asleep, for months.
My eyes were slightly red and teary from effort when I looked him in the eyes,
and a small trail of saliva connected my mouth and his hard member.
“Please....” I begged, saying farewell to the last bit of pride I had left in
me. “Please fuck my mouth.”
I saw it in his face, he was enjoying this. “Well, well, Draco...” he grinned.
“Are you so hungry for it? Like a cock hungry slut?”
I couldn’t help it. I moaned when he called me that. “Please,” I said once
again.
“Oh, I will fuck your mouth, Draco,” he drawled. “You know what they say
though, be careful what you wish for. You asked for it, now you are going to
get it.” And with that, he grabbed me by my hair and forcefully pulled me
towards him, while thrusting his hips forward, slamming his cock deep into the
back of my throat. I gagged, but he knew no mercy. He kept forcing his cock
into my mouth, deeper and deeper, using me as some sort of fuck toy.
I couldn’t breathe and I was gagging desperately on his thick shaft. He did let
me breathe, but only every once in a while, probably whenever I looked close to
passing out.
It didn’t take him long to cum. When he did, he pushed deep into my throat at
first, forcing me to swallow his semen. Then he pulled himself out of my mouth
and started to pump his cock, forcing out the last drops of cum, making sure
they ended up on my face and clothing. I knew he wanted to degrade me as much
as possible.
I didn’t give a fuck. I had sucked Blaise Zabini’s glorious cock, and it had
been magnificent. As I licked the drops of cum away from around my mouth,
savoring the taste, my hand moved towards the bulge in my pants. It took three
lazy strokes, and I came hard, a cum stain slowly spreading on the crotch of my
pants.
I probably did pass out then, because the next time I opened my eyes, I was in
the infirmary.
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