In the Closet

The rat in the turban

Professor Quirell was busy walking around Hogwarts doing his rounds.

He heard someone whisper.

"Alohomora!" he heard.

"Who is there?" he said. His voice was strong; he was the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher after all.

Before he knew what was happening he was dragged into a closet. It was almost like somebody didn't want him to know who was hiding there.

He could see the glowing watery eyes of a man in the shades. There wasn't much light in the closet, but he could see the man's eyes glittering as soon as his own eyes were adjusted to the dark.

Quirell wanted to light his wand. "Lum..."

"No!" the man squealed, before he placed his lips upon Quirell's.

Quirell had no time to think about the man's strange behaviour. The man's kiss was to divine to let go, so he answered the kiss.

The man's hands where all over Quirell's body; stripping his clothes of him. As soon as Quirell was naked, the man undressed himself. He turned Quirell around and found a way in.

It was almost pleasant to Quirell, but the man seemed to be ecstatic as if he hadn't had sex in a very long time. It was almost like he had been chained, submitted to abstinence. Quirell didn't know the man's sin, but he did know that the man sure made him horny.

He wanted the man too. So as soon as the man came and pulled out of him, Quirell took the matter into his own hands.

He forced the man on his knees. Quirell wanted the man to torture him with his mouth. The man knew what was expected. The man started to move. Quirell moaned. His breath became shallow. He never had sex with a man before but this was just plain heaven! HE never wanted something else anymore.

~*~*~*~

As Quirell got his release the man squeaked.

"Can we do this again?" he asked.

"I think not!" the man answered. The man's voice was not as stable as Quirell had thought it to be, the voice of the man was rather squeaky. .

"Although this was highly enjoyable, I don't think I can risk getting caught ever again."

With that there was a flash of light and the man was gone.

Quirell looked around the closet. There was no one. So he got dressed and picked up his wand.

As he opened the door, a rat shot out of the closet.

'It must be a coincidence,' Quirell thought. 'At least it wasn't a student!'

Quirell walked away from the closet. Halfway down the corridor he turned around and watched the closet where he had just had one of the most incredible experiences of his whole life. He would remember the man with his squeaky, wheezy voice as long as he would life, he would remember the man's touch.

"Oh well, I guess I should go and plan my vacation... A month in Albania should do the trick... Maybe I can forget this wonderful man on my vacation..."