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A Loving Son???	By : Nimbus9000 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 33684 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A Loving Son???

I do not own anything am and making no money from this story.

Chapter 2 - Secrets Shared

Standing outside his sons door, Harry lifted his hand and knocked tentatively.

“Go away Dad!” Albus’s muffled voice said through the door.

Harry thought about doing just that but knew he had to talk to his son. He opened the door slowly and the first thing he saw was Albus lying face down on the bed, his head hidden under his pillow. He was still wearing his pink panties and camisole. He took a second to stare at his sons sweet cheeks before clearing his throat.

“Albus? I think we need to have a chat.” Harry said as he grabbed a chair and placed it beside Albus’s bed and sat down, just as Albus threw off the pillow and glared angrily at him.

“What! You want to know why your boy is dressed like a fairy? Leave me alone!”

Harry didn’t move and said.

“Your not a fairy Albus. I just wanted to know why you’re dressed like you are and how long you have been doing it and does anyone else know?” Harry said calmly, his voice also calming Albus some what and he sighed losing his earlier aggression. For a while Harry thought he wasn’t going to say anything, then Albus shrugged his shoulders and looked back at his dad.

“Well, I’m dressed like this because I like it. I like pretending I’m a girl. I feel pretty.” Here he blushed but continued. “As for how long, I suppose a year, maybe a bit longer. One day I was in your and mums room and I saw a pair of mums panties on the floor. I don’t know what possessed me to do it but I just felt I had to put them on, so I did. Since then I have loved wearing anything feminine. And no one knows. No one except you now.” Albus said sadly and hung his head, tears coming to his eyes.

Harry moved next to Albus on the bed and pulled his son into a hug. Rubbing circles over his smooth satin covered back as Albus began to sob.

“Pl-please don’t tell any-anyone dad, ple-please.” Albus whispered as he stared up at his father. Harry was quick to reassure the poor boy.

“Don’t worry Alby, your secret is safe with me.”

After continuing to console his son. Harry had a question.

“How have you kept this secret so long?”

“Well, I’ve always been so careful, I never dress up when anyone is home. I only dress in my other clothes when no one is home or at night when everyone is in bed.”

“Wait. What other clothes?” Harry asked. Albus then breathed deeply released himself from his dads arms. He then swayed over to his closet.

Has he always walked like that. Harry thought as he tried to tear his eyes off his sons bottom. He came back into focus when he noticed Albus looking at him in front of the closet. It was now Harry’s turn to blush as he stood up and joined Albus in front of the wardrobe.

“You hide them in here. But I would have noticed them, I only brought some of your clean clothes back yesterday.”

“No you wouldn’t have dad. I don’t know how I did it, but some how how my accidental magic has created another little closet in this closet. Please don’t hate me dad.” Albus then opened the door and stepped into the wardrobe. Harry followed but didn’t see any clothes his son was wearing now but as he watched, Albus closed his eyes and the air shimmered to the side and another door appeared. Albus took one last look at his father before he opened that door and Harry stepped into his sons colourful wonderland.

Panties, bras, stockings, slips, chemises, baby dolls, dresses, skirts. All different types, all different colours.

Harry stared at it all and could only think about his son dressed in all this.

“H-How?” Harry stuttered.

“Some through owl order but most I bought with the help of polygenic potion. During the holidays I take some with mums hair and head to muggle London. Please don’t tell her dad.”

Harry was to busy admiring his sons genius and devotion.

“You really love to be a girl don’t you?” He said as he smiled at Albus making the boy smile back in relief.

Harry then noticed a box that looked a lot like a wand box. Moving before Albus knew what was happening, Harry picked up the box and lifted the lid.

“Dad n-!” Albus went white as Harry stared at an object he knew very well.

About 3 years ago he was walking down Diagon Alley and he noticed a a massive horde of women and some men clamouring outside Fred and George’s shop. Wondering what was going on he made his way through the crowd and noticed everyone whispering and pointing at him, their eyes practically burning through his clothes. When he finally got into the shop he almost lost control of his magic.

Covering all the walls and shelves was one item. Picking one up Harry could only wonder how.

The writing on the side of the item said.

USE THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED WAND FOR GOOD… OR EVIL.

Harry then stared at his penis. His penis that had been made into a sex toy for all the wizarding world. It was in the box at its 6inch flaccidness but Harry looked up and watched one woman touched another of his fake cocks and stared dumbfounded as it grew to its 11inch fully erect state…

He had made George close the shop at once and told him to destroy everything. Apparently one had gotten away.

He looked at Albus and asked shakily.

“What’s this for?” He said stupidly. Knowing he couldn’t say anything else, Albus replied with the obvious.

“I think you can guess dad.” Then feeling incredibly bold, Albus moved forward and grabbed his fathers cock, the fake one that is. Then ignoring his dad Albus slowly brought his mouth to his dads very realistic replica and placed a soft kiss on its head. Then kept the mushroom head in his mouth as the toy became erect. Albus then lowered his head and inserted more of its length into his mouth. Then he began to bob up and down, glancing once at his father.

It was from this glance that Harry’s real penis began to grow and not being able to take anymore, Harry rushed out of the room. He then walked quickly all the way back to his own room and shut the door.

Leaning back against the door he took some deep breaths and tried to control his bodies reaction. Slowly his cock began to soften but the image of his son sucking his replica cock in his secret girls room, made his cock rise again.

“I’m on so much trouble.” Harry mumbled.

He should have known from his school adventures, that some trouble was good. Very, very… good.
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