Is Professor Dumbledore Gay Novels & Stories

They whispered among themselves, "I asked for his private number, but the professor wouldn't give it to me. Do you think there's anyone who can actually get his contact info?" "The professor's not interested in women at all. There's a long line of girls chasing him, but I've never heard of anyone succeeding. He's probably gay." Heather stifled a laugh. Jason, not interested in women? The man had almost been undone by one. She pulled out her phone and sent him a message. "Your students are saying you're gay." Jason paused for a moment, then lifted his head, scanning the room. His gaze landed on her, but he showed no reaction, merely continuing his lecture as if nothing had happened.

"Relax, I'm just saying. You and that man? There's tension." "There's no tension." "There's vibe. Energy. He looks at you like he's reading your mind." "Well, he better close the damn book," I said. Theresa snorted. "Just do me one favor when you meet him." "What?" "Remember we have lessons today. Don't get carried away. Professor Logan is waiting for us." I stared at her, eyebrows up. "You're really joining that?" "Okay," she said, tossing her hair. "I have to discover what kind of magical teaching skill it was that charmed your tutor into falling for you."

I found myself lying on his wide table, the surface sleek and smooth with documents and devices swept to the side. The snapping of his belt, and the slight creak of the door made my stomach dip. But not with fear, but with excitement that coursed through my body and made me even wetter. What if someone walked in right now? The whole school would know I was spread on my professor’s desk, with only my panties on. “You could lose your job if someone sees us, Ron. Aren’t you scared?” However, he didn't stop, as he pulled down his trousers, taking out a condom. As if he had it ready, as if he knew I was going to come in and he would have me spread on his desk.

They all bowed under the power of my cock. One of my professors was a prime example. Mr. Harland. A married man with four kids, that whole straight, respectable image. He hated me, always gave me shit in class, pretending like he was untouchable. So I did what any respectable gentleman would do. I touched him and he broke too easily, turning into a gay just to please me. He had swore it was only once, that he only needed to get me out of his system and that he loved his wife. But soon, I had him choking on my cock every fucking hour.

"You know sex with a professor in the university is wrong right? It could warrant expulsion in severe cases or multiple offences right?" My eyebrows crunch. "So?" "Ander has had sex with a female professor for a change of grade." My eyebrows shoot to my hairline without me giving it permission to do so. I don't want Archer to get an emotion out of me. "Wait, but isn't he—" "Gay? Exactly why I said he's insane. Since he left those dorms, Ander stopped caring about grades, so tell me why he'd fuck a woman?" I wouldn't have been surprised if it was a man, but a woman?! That's crazy on so many levels.

Alex paused, rolled his eyes lazily, then let out a dismissive laugh, as if her words were weightless. Selly inhaled again, deeper this time. Her gaze sharpened—she was no longer just the victim. “Just so you know, Professor. If this ever gets out, I’m not the only one who falls. Your wife does too—Dr. Helena Harrington, dean of the law faculty.” “So now you’re threatening me?”