psyfic (psyfic) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2009-05-12 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #lmom 2009, author: odogoddess, kink: exhibitionism, kink: wanking (solo or mutual), remus alone |
LMoM #12 by odogoddess - 11 - 21 Nov 1975
Title: 11 - 21 Nov 1975
Author: psyfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus
Kink(s): wanking, exhibitionism, object frottage
Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2009
Word count: 1,460
11 Nov 1975
RJL here. Snape is gone.
Yesterday morning, he kept looking at me sideways from his bed as we both ate breakfast. He looked nervous and angry both.
I didn't know what he could be nervous about. I was the one being threatened. I couldn't see what he was angry about, either. I didn't have anything to do with why he was there. I thought over what we had done and the only thing that might have upset him was me not knowing how to suck him right. Just the thought made me squirm and feel funny inside.
I still wanted to. I had even dreamt about it, and what we did had been so wonderful until afterwards, but it seemed like he didn't want anything to do with me anymore. Still, he kept watching me.
At mid-morning, Mme P rubbed more bruise salve on all of his bruises, and she said he could go. He got dressed, but before he left, he suddenly threw a paper dragonfly in my direction.
It flew up and landed on my lap. I looked back up and only saw his school robes flapping behind him as he left, so I unfolded it to see what he'd given me.
His writing was spidery. The note said: Library. Stack 18. Far end. 9p. When you get out.
I guess I'll never understand Slytherins.
16 Nov 1975
RJL. Horny like a hare.
I can't stop wanking. I even kept the curtains pulled around my bed all day so I can just do it.
Mme P caught me at breakfast, but I couldn't stop. I got harder and rubbed faster and watched her. She wasn't on her moon time, that was last week, but she still smelled so good to me.
She didn't get shocked, like I thought, and she didn't join me, like I dreamed. She just looked kind of sad and put down the tray and then left me alone. She came back later and left a stack of flannels on the bedside table, but didn't look at me at all.
I hate this.
My prick feels huge. My bones ache and all I want to do is rub myself until I spunk and then do it again and again.
I HATE THIS!
17 Nov 1975
RJL here.
Found a great way to wank last night.
My prick is big enough now that it just barely fits between the iron bars of the back of the bed. So I spit on it and stood behind my bed and pushed my prick through two of the bars and moved back and forth until I spunked on the flannel I put on my pillow. I did that three times before I could sleep.
I woke up before dawn, smelling food from the kitchens; the elves must fix breakfast early. It made me hungry and I got up and used the bars again. I almost couldn't get through the opening, but the tight feeling was fantastic.
Definitely getting bigger. I feel taller, too. Stretched out. I'm itching like mad. I've got so much hair this month, I probably look like P.
I wish it were tomorrow.
18 Nov 1975
RJL here.
This was a bad moon time. I tore at myself so badly that I'll have to stay in the infirmary for two more days.
What's a bit weird, although Mme P says its normal is I grew a bit. I mean like two inches. Overnight. So I guess I wasn't imagining feeling taller. I did check my bits. They're only a little bit bigger. Not so big as the day before full moon, but a bit heavier. I feel sore all over. I guess it's part of what I am.
I did tell her I was sorry for what I had done yesterday. I couldn't look at her, but I told her.
She hugged me really tight, really briefly, then left. I think she was crying.
No one came to visit. Well, except Lily. I don't know if I'm still angry at J,S & P or not. I told Lily that and she smiled at me. Her smile lights up a room. It made me get hard and I'm bent. I can't tell her that, though. I don't think I'll ever tell anyone. I'll just keep it secret and be a bachelor like my uncle Keith. I can have secret boyfriends and no one would know.
Lily brought me the assignments and took the ones I'd done to turn in. She's always so nice, not just to me but to everybody, even Snape. Maybe J is right. Maybe she's not quite right in the head. Is it possible Muggles really are different from Wizards? So what does that make half-bloods like me?
This is giving me a headache and I have to study for a Herbology quiz. More later maybe.
21 Nov 1975
RJL here. Back in the dorm again.
The guys were all sixes and sevens when I walked back into the Common Room. They looked happy, but uneasy and the only one who said anything was P. He said, 'Hi, Remus.'
Then one of the sixth year girls asked if I was contagious and S told her to shut her gob. I glared at him and told her no. Then a few other people said welcome back and I headed up the stairs to the dorm. I figured it would get better once everyone got used to me being back.
There was a big present on my bed when I got to our room and when I opened it there was a new broom! Plus a Keeper's helmet and a uniform.
I almost got upset, because they know I'm not allowed to play Quidditch, but J said they needed a reserve Keeper for the game next week, as well as for practice all this week because Jack Meaghan had to go home for a family emergency and won't be back by next game. So it's just the once and they had to talk both Morgan Bones and Prof M into allowing it. Just the once.
Just the once I can pretend to be normal. It made me so happy and so sad all at once that I found myself crying and I couldn't explain. I felt like a total berk, and I couldn't stop crying.
The guys didn't say anything, though. Then S hugged me, hard and long and it felt wonderful, having his arms around me. I didn't know I'd missed him so much. Then J patted my back and said 'Welcome back, mate.'
Then Frank came in and said to cut it out, we looked like a bunch of nancies.
P threw a gobstone at him.
RJL again.
Snape was in Ancient Runes, giving me that sideways look. I was annoyed, but it got me hard anyway.
I couldn't help it, but when I saw him, I remembered being so close to him, smelling him and feeling his prick against mine and I was hard as stone.
I was glad Runes was the only class I didn't share with J,S or P, although Lily was in it. She sat near the front, though, and I usually sat in the back of classes. It made it less obvious when I was gone a few days each month.
I sat in my usual spot and tried to concentrate on the lecture. Snape sat where he could look at me across the room. I could feel him staring, but then I'd look and he'd be looking away.
After lecture, we were supposed to read the next chapter, but I had already read two chapters ahead whilst I was in the Infirmary, so I got bored.
I looked over at Snape again and he was wanking! Snape was turned just a bit, just so I could see and he was slowly rubbing his fingers up and down over his tented crotch.
I got hard again, fast, and swallowed.
Then he glanced over and lifted his hand and flashed five, then four fingers at me. Nine.
I remembered his note. I had torn it up and thrown it in the rubbish bin in the Infirmary.
Then he looked down at his book, his long hair covering his face and his hand still on his crotch. He kept rubbing it slowly, but under his desk.
I wondered why he was doing this. Was he setting me up to get in trouble?
I was hard through the rest of the class and had to hold my books in front of me and go to the loo after.
I didn't wank. I used the loo and splashed water on my face and told myself I was stupid for even thinking of going to the library.
But I know I'll go anyway.
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