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      Published: 2015-12-04 Updated: 2018-01-13 Chapters: 12/? Words: 72836
****** Harry Potter and the Magic Mirror ******
by Caladan
Summary
     This story is about the sexual awakening of Harry Potter and others,
     with the implicit assumption that wizards mature much faster in their
     world that their muggle counterparts. It also involves encounter with
     and between more senior students at the school (see tags).
     It starts off with Harry finding a secret corridor behind the
     quidditch locker rooms that allow him to spy on the goings on in
     other locker rooms. This sharpens desires in Harry that he had only
     begun to explore. The story will branch out to other characters and
     areas as well. All sexual situations will be gay.
     I'm using tags whenever the relevant topic/activity enters the story.
     Bear in mind that not every chapter will have every tag associated
     with the "parent" story entry.
     I welcome any constructive feedback, suggestions for the plot, and
     illustrations of the story. Also, I strive for zero typos, so please
     do point them out to me via email if you find them. As with most
     authors, I love to see nice comments posted. You can also email me:
     caladan10 at tutanota dot com.
***** Harry discovers the mirror *****
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K Rowling. Copyright belongs to
J.K Rowling.
Quick note about this story... it detaches from the regular story during book
three. Malfoy wasn't injured by the hippogriff and so the first match of the
season went on as planned. Gryffindor plays Slytherin and they win. Harry
retires to the locker room with his team after.
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Harry was tired from the match. It had been one of the most fierce games he had
ever played. This was probably due to the fact that it was the first time he
faced Malfoy on the this year. It wasn't until the game began that he fully
realized just how important it was to him to win. And not just for his team. He
felt a real personal NEED to beat Malfoy. This was only made all the more
urgent by Oliver Wood saying "This is our last chance — my last chance — to win
the Quidditch Cup. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get
another shot at it." As the hot shower ran over his tired body in the team
locker room, he didn't have the energy to really think about what other
emotions his competitive urging had stemmed from. But those would become clear
soon.
The team had celebrated with the rest of their house mates for a couple of
minutes on the pitch before heading into the locker room. Most showered very
quickly and headed back to the castle to join the party in the common room.
Harry knew the party would be going on for a while and he preferred to recharge
a bit with a long shower before heading out. He was a bit sore from the match
and thought that a nice hot shower would do him some good. Harry figured that
by lingering behind it would also be an all too rare opportunity for privacy,
allowing him to indulge in his new found hobby (the one that most boys discover
around his age). He couldn't shoot yet but the dry orgasms were a feeling he
was quickly becoming addicted to.
Oliver suspected the reason for Harry's lingering behind but didn't let on.
He'd lingered in the past, and for the same reason, a number of times himself.
As he headed for the door Oliver told Harry to make sure the room was locked
securely behind him when he left.
Harry turned off the water shortly after he heard Oliver leave. He stood naked
for a moment in front of the full length mirror on the damp floor just outside
the showers, his towel over his shoulder. The mirror was very convenient as it
never fogged up, no matter how much steam the showers produced. This was due to
some spell no doubt, Harry thought, as he casually fondled himself. He made a
mental note to ask Oliver if he knew what spell the mirror was enchanted with
to make it do that. He looked himself over and lamented the fact that he had
virtually no pubic hair yet around his cock and that it was only about 3 and a
half inches when fully hard. Since he had recently turned 13 he figured, and
hoped, that there was probably still some growing left to do there. A few fine
hairs were starting to sprout and, still unbeknownst to Harry, that meant that
his orgasms wouldn't be dry for too much longer.
He saw that his game uniform was still dirty and in a pile on the floor. Seeing
his team naked a few minutes ago, he was already well on his way to full mast
but he decided to deal with the laundry before his wank since he knew that he'd
be in no mood after. So he picked up his wand and cast a cleaning spell on the
clothes. He had wanted to practice a few common household spells anyway (he
wouldn't live with the Dursleys forever and wasn't really sure about getting a
house elf) and figured this was a good a time as any to try some out. He
gestured with his wand after the cleaning spell was done to float the clothes
over to his locker and have them fold themselves neatly inside. But just as he
cast "Alohomora" on his locker to open it he lost his footing slightly on the
wet floor and the spell went off in a random direction. He managed to catch
himself without falling but his uniform had dropped to the floor. So he
repeated the process and this time successfully got locker door open and the
uniform inside, neatly folded.
As he turned back towards the showers to get some soap, the only lube
available, he caught his reflection in the mirror and it made him pause. His
reflection had shifted slightly and was now at a slight angle. On closer
inspection he could see that one side of the mirror had come away from the wall
a bit. He pulled on it slightly and the mirror swung out silently on hinges to
reveal a secret passage behind. The door opening spell that went astray a must
have hit the mirror, he quickly realized. This both surprised and intrigued
him. Where did the passage go? Why was the mirror mounted this way and in this
spot? With the mirror swung open he could now see the back of it and he had a
sneaky suspicion about the answer to his second question at least. From the
back, the mirror was a perfectly transparent window. Anyone behind it could see
right into the locker room as well as having a full view of the showers. The
opportunity for spying was obvious. Looking at the level of dust in the
corridor beyond, it seemed that nobody had been inside for several years if not
longer. This made him feel a bit better; knowing that there had never been
anyone lurking behind there during HIS time in the locker room.
Curiosity quickly supplanted any feelings of trepidation and he decided to
explore the passage, holding up his wand to light the way, completely
forgetting his own nakedness. As he progressed, there were no stairs or
openings in the floor that he could see. Since the locker rooms were the only
building connected to the Quidditch arena (aside from a couple of small storage
sheds) he wasn't surprised to see that the passage didn't go very far. There
seemed to be nine sections in all, each leading to what seemed like an
identically enchanted mirror into the each of the eight locker rooms, girls and
boys, for each of the four house teams. The ninth section ended in what as
basically a blank alcove. The only thing breaking the monotony of the walls in
that alcove section was a small metal shape attached to the wall. In another
context, Harry thought it might be a soft of medallion, the kind worn around
the neck. Odd that it was here. A noise from anther corridor caught his
attention and it was forgotten. The sound came from the only other path,
besides the one he'd come from, that was lit. This one lead to the Slytherin
boys locker room which, as he thought about it, made sense. The Slytherin team
had no girls this year, and he'd seen his own female teammates go right back up
to the castle with the crowd skipping the locker room. So that would be the
only one in use.
Harry had suspected for a while that he preferred boys over girls. His heart
started beating rapidly at the prospect of being able to check out other boys
without having to be surreptitious about it the way he had to be in front of
his house mates in the showers. He hadn't told anyone about his gay feelings
and he didn't yet know enough about the wizarding world to be able to guess how
the other students and the teachers might react. So he kept it to himself. He
didn't even confess these feelings to his best friend Ron.
While his cock had deflated a bit with the distraction of exploring the
passages he grew hard as he approached the end of this lit branch of the
corridor. As he rounded the corner and approached the glass, he saw the entire
Slytherin team chatting and clowning around in the showers right in front of
him! Harry remembered that their own "mirror" never fogged up and now he fully
understood why. He never would have been able to see through the fog had this
extra spell not been added. He had never suspected that there had been any
other motivation at work other than to make the mirror more functional for the
people in the locker room using it. And it seemed like there was still another
spell he hadn't been aware of before: all of the sounds on the other side of
the mirror came through so clearly it was like the glass wasn't even there.
This allowed him to both see AND hear the showers running and the playful
banter among the Slytherin team.
While not his favorite people in the world the boys were still OK looking (at
least in Harry's somewhat limited real life experience) and his gaze lingered
longer on the smooth ones, especially Miles Bletchley and Malfoy. Harry,
himself almost completely smooth from the neck down, wasn't a big fan of body
hair. The rest of the team were older them himself, except for Malfoy. Having
now seen all sides of him Harry could tell that Malfoy had, like himself, no
body hair. Just the shockingly light blond hair on his head, though this was
slightly darker now that it was wet. Harry was forced to admit to himself that
Malfoy was more than OK looking, he was actually very cute without the sneer
that Harry usually saw on his face.
Most of the Slytherin team was playing around and there was a bit of banter
back and forth, but none of the joviality of Harry's team. Their spirits were
deflated after the loss and they seemed to be deliberately lingering in their
locker room as well. Harry guessed it was because they were in no mood to face
the disapproval from the rest of their house mates after the defeat. But there
was actually another reason as well; one that Harry was about to discover.
Malfoy, while not hiding himself, wasn't really participating to the light
horseplay. He actually seemed to be a bit on edge. Harry wondered if perhaps he
was just shy about his own nudity being so much younger than the others? But
truth be told, Harry didn't really care just then. We was really enjoying
spying on the naked forms of the rival team.
While still coming back to linger on Malfoy's wet body under the shower, Harry
was constantly moving his gaze back and forth among the team. It was all so
much take in. He had been casually, almost subconsciously, fondling himself
with his free hand while he was watched the seven boys showing and recovering
from game. But his need to get off finally made its way to his conscious mind.
He cast a quick cleansing charm to clear away the dust from the floor in front
of the enchanted mirror. He extinguished his wand and put it off to the side on
the floor. Plenty of light was coming through the mirror and he realized that
he didn't need the wand's light. He spit in his hand and started wanking
properly. With all this naked flesh strutting around just a few feet from him,
Harry was very quickly getting close. This was the first time he'd been able to
wank while watching other boys naked; unlike his prior experiences of having to
leave the showers and wait until he could snatch a moment of privacy sometime
later in the day. As such, he came within a couple of minutes (boys his age not
being know for their staying power anyway) and sank to his knees, moaning
loudly, as his dry orgasm overcame him. He panicked for a moment when he
realized that his moaning might have been audible through the mirror, but no
one on the other side seemed to give an indication that they heard him. It
seemed that this was yet ANOTHER feature of the mirror. Just as light only
passed through it in one direction, it seemed that sound behaved the same way.
Harry was still enjoying the view and was in no rush to move, so he relaxed
into a post orgasmic high and sank back onto his heels to keep watching, still
kneeling.
On the other side of the mirror Malfoy WAS nervous, but not from being nude in
front of others as Harry suspected. For the last several days, when his team
mates thought he couldn't hear them, Malfoy had caught a few snippets of
conversation alluding to the initiation of new players on the team. It was
discussed in very hushed tones and he only ever heard enough to know that it
was going to happen, and probably today, but he had no idea what they would do
to him. He figured there would be some sort of humiliation involved but was
actually more worried that it might be a beating. He had a low tolerance for
pain. He'd spun all kinds of scenarios in his head about this initiation but
none of his suspicions came close to what his team mates ACTUALLY had in mind
for him.
He was the last to finish and stepped out of the shower area to towel off in
front of his locker. As he was drying himself he felt the presence of people
behind him. When he turned around the other members of the team were gathered
around, still naked and slightly damp from the showers. He knew that something
was about to happen and tried to head it off by saying: "If you hurt me my
father will..."
"Shut it Malfoy!" the team captain, Marcus Flint, barked. "When your father
donated the new brooms for the team he pulled me aside when you weren't
looking. He said that he'd heard that there was an initiation ritual for the
Slytherin team and that it was important for you to go through it just as
anyone else would. But he made us wait a year as a condition for the brooms,
see if you were good enough to make the cut. Said that it would help shape your
character and make you a true part of the team." Both he and the team chuckled
after this last part. Malfoy didn't, partly out of fear and also because he
didn't understand the full meaning that was implied. "Of course, I could tell
by the expression on his face that he had no idea what the ritual was. He
probably thought, like you seem to, that we'd beat you up. If he knew the kind
of "beating" we had in mind, I doubt he would have surrendered you to it so
readily." He and the rest of the team sniggered even more at that and leered at
Malfoy in way that amplified his nervousness.
"This is going to happen whether you want it to or not. So you can either take
it like a man," another chuckle from the team "or like a bitch. But either way,
it IS going to happen. Which will it be?" Malfoy hesitated for a moment and
then drew himself up to his full height, even though he was shorter than them,
to show his resolve. "Good boy. Now go over to the mirror, turn around to face
us, and get down on your knees."
While not knowing quite why they'd ordered Malfoy to that specific spot and
position, Harry glad for it. It gave him an up close, and VERY personal, view
of Malfoy's most private areas and Harry was turned on by what he saw. He
scooted forward very close to mirror's surface and was less than a foot away
from the blond's rather perfectly shaped ass. Despite having orgasmed only a
few moments earlier he felt his cock start to stir again. This was caused both
by having Malfoy just a few feet away, naked and on his knees, as well as by
the prospect of what the team was going to do to him. He relished the thought
of his rival being taken down a few pegs. Various possibilities immediately
started swirling around in his mind. What happened next though, went well
beyond even the wildest expectations of Harry's young mind.
Malfoy's six team-mates, still naked from the showers, gathered around his
crouched form in a tight semicircle. They could all see themselves and their
other teammates easily by looking in the mirror. 'This explains why they made
Malfoy kneel here' Harry thought. From his vantage point Harry could see Miles
Bletchley at the edge of the group produce a wand that he'd been hiding behind
his back and brought it up to cast a spell, but Malfoy couldn't see this from
his crouched position and so wasn't on guard for it.
"Look me in the eyes, open your mouth wide, and stick out your tongue; do it
NOW," ordered Flint. The intensity of his command made Malfoy comply quickly
and without thinking. This had obviously been discussed in advance because no
sooner had Malfoy obeyed than Miles murmured a spell that Harry didn't catch. A
small shudder went through the blond's body and he was completely frozen,
tongue still out.
"That spell allows your eyes to move, and you can blink, but that's about it.
You're frozen. Your senses are unaffected so you'll see, hear, feel, smell, and
taste everything that we do to you. Oh... your vocal cords won't work either.
Go ahead, just try and scream." A pause, during which there was only silence.
"See what I mean? Now blink twice to show that you understand me." Malfoy did
so. "Good. Now... don't move" he said, jokingly. More giggles from the team.
Flint looked over at his teammate, "Bletchley, go ahead." Miles cast a spell
that Harry also didn't recognize but immediately figured out the purpose of. It
was a lubrication spell and Miles cast it on his five standing team-mates, most
of whom were fully hard by this point, as well as himself before tossing his
wand onto his nearby pile of clothing. [Harry immediately committed the
lubrication spell to memory as he was quite sure he'd be using it a lot.] All
six boys then proceeded to start wanking their cocks while standing in a
semicircle around Malfoy looking alternately between him, themselves, and each
other in the mirror.
Harry was frozen in shock when all of this first started happening but that
faded quickly. He was hard again and he felt around for his wand with his free
hand, not wanting to take his eyes off the action happening just a couple of
feet away. His searching hand quickly found his wand and he stood up to get a
better view. He used his newly learned spell knowledge on himself to lube his
cock and moaned with the feel of it. The spell was incredible! Not only did it
make his cock amazingly slick, but there was no actual liquid that could drip
or remain on his hands to rub off on things when he touched something else.
Amazing!
Harry watched as the circle jerk unfolded. He also noticed something else:
while each member of the team jerked their cocks, their other hands were not in
front of them or laying at their sides. A quick peek around showed Harry that
they were rubbing their teammate's asses and, to Harry's astonishment, their
holes. One even looked like he was reaching a bit past to poke at his
teammate's taint. The whole Slytherin team must be gay, or at least bi, Harry
thought. Teenagers aren't really known for their staying power either and these
six were no exception. It wasn't long before their rhythms increased and soon
Harry could hear the "fwap fwap fwap" of their masturbatory motions getting
louder, accompanied by ever more moaning.
Miles was first. He thrust his midsection forward and shot 5 times, his load
first hitting Malfoy's hair, then his forehead, his mouth, and the other two on
his cheek. The rest of the team cheered him on as shot after spewed onto the
kneeling blond. Miles sighed contentedly as his orgasm subsided but kept the
standing wall of boy flesh in front of Malfoy intact, his free hand continuing
to tease the hole of the boy next to him. His load hadn't even started to drip
down Malfoy's face before another player also went over the edge. This one was
a big shooter: seven huge globs of cum went all over Malfoy's head, splattering
his face in the process.
Each player took a turn. Six loads were spewed onto the head and face of the
still frozen 12 year old blond boy kneeling in front of them. As each of them
shot their loads onto Malfoy, they continued to cheer each other, with the big
shooters getting loud whoops. They all made a point of getting at least one
shot in Malfoy's mouth. They knew that he'd be able to taste it and, given that
he couldn't spit it out due to the freezing spell, he also would have to
swallow. Flint was the last to climax and as he did so Harry also went over the
edge with an orgasm even more powerful that his first.
By the time his team was finished, Mayfoy's face was completely covered. Parts
of his hair were matted, and large trails of cum were slowly dripping from his
jaw line down onto his shoulders and chest. As Flint's orgasm subsided the team
went back into the showers for a quick rinse and then got dressed. Malfoy was
still frozen in place by the spell, with cum slowly dripping down his face and
body, and still more of the cum on his face slowly slid its way down and into
his mouth. Each boy finished dressing and left; Flint lingering a moment. "The
spell will wear off in a few minutes. Tell NO ONE what happened here or, not
only will you be off the team, but we'll make your life a living hell for the
next few years!" He left.
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This initiation ritual was obviously meant to be degrading to Malfoy. Harry
almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Even if he had, looking back on it later, Harry was sure that the lust he was
feeling would have more than buried that emotion. He kept replaying the last 10
minutes over and over in his head. As he came down from his latest orgasm Harry
sighed with bliss, but then also had a pang of frustration. He wasn't feeling
bad for what he'd just witnessed. Rather, he wished fervently that he'd had a
wizarding camera on him just now. Imagine the full motion snippets that such
'pictures' would have captured! But then he realized that he might have other
opportunities like this and the disappointment faded somewhat.
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As promised, the stunning spell they'd used on Malfoy wore off, abruptly, a
short time after his teammates left. Within a few seconds of being able to
wiggle his fingers and toes, Malfoy got full motion back and slid around to
face the mirror, still on his knees. Harry expected him to go right to the
showers for a very VERY long wash. But instead, he paused and stared at himself
in the mirror. Harry panicked for a second as Malfoy seemed to look right AT
him. But that fear quickly faded as he remembered the magic mirror was in
place. Malfoy's expression (towards what he thought was a mirror even though
Harry was kneeling just on the other side of it) was dumbfounded for a moment.
Harry could only imagine what emotions were going through the blond's head, but
he didn't have to wonder for long.
To Harry's complete astonishment, Malfoy's cock got hard very quickly and a
look of sheer lust and longing overtook his face. Harry saw, feeling a small
degree of pride, that Malfoy's three inches was a bit shorter than his own cock
when hard. But we was quickly distracted from that thought as the blond ran one
hand along his chest to collect a gob of cum and then, again to Harry's
surprise, used it to start rubbing his cock! With his other hand he did the
same to his face and then sucked and licked his hand clean. He did it again and
again, searching for every last bit of boy juice on his face and in his hair
that he could find. Malfoy studiously licked each drop off of his fingers,
moans continually escaping his lips as he did this, all the while continually
beating off. At one point, between licking his fingers, he moaned "Merlin! I
never knew it could taste this good." Then he gobbled down some more of his
team's seed.
Seeing this was all too much for Harry. Despite his two recent orgasms he was
hard again. He refreshed the lubrication charm and joined Malfoy in his wank,
now matching him stroke for stroke. Once the cum was gone from his face Harry
saw Malfoy gather a large amount from his shoulders and chest into the his
hand. Harry expected him to slurp it up as well, since he obviously loved the
taste, but was surprised yet again. Malfoy reached behind himself and began
fingering his rosebud, using the cum for lube. His voice jumped an octave when
his fingers found their mark, pushing past his ring a bit. And all the while he
continued to emit ecstatic whimpers. Hearing Malfoy's voice go higher, and
become a bit effeminate, turned Harry on even more (though he didn't know, or
care, why).
Seeing him close his eyes in concentration Harry guessed Malfoy must have
started picturing some fantasy in his head because after a few more seconds
Harry heard him moan, "Oh yea! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Let me feel you shoot
inside of me." Then Malfoy suddenly stopped wanking, began trembling, and
leaned forward slightly as his dry orgasm overcame him. Seeing Malfoy on his
knees, climaxing right in front of him and leaning forward, conjured an image
in Harry's mind of his rival sucking him off. That was all it took for Harry...
he came for the third time about 20 seconds after Malfoy went over the edge.
They both stayed like that for a bit: breathing heavily, head slightly dizzy
with pleasure, coming down from their orgasms, sitting back on their heels. And
while just two feet separated them, the blond had no idea of the other's
presence. After a moment Malfoy began to stir and that snapped Harry out of his
revelry. Though only guessing at how much time had passed, Harry figured that
he'd probably be missed if he didn't get up to the celebration party in the
Gryffindor common room soon. Malfoy got to his feet, took another long look at
himself in the mirror, and headed towards the showers. Harry's gaze lingered on
Malfoy as he stood there, and once Malfoy walked away from the mirror he eyed
the blond's butt for a moment then headed back to his team's locker room.
Taking a closer look at the mirror on his team's end of the corridor, Harry
inspected the edges and found the locking mechanism. It was a simple set of
levers and bolts and there were a few words on the back next to an arrow. It
read, "Aim your unlocking spell here." Exiting the secret passage he noted that
there now seemed to be no dust at all in the corridor. Harry guessed that his
cleansing spell earlier must have cleared the entire floor of the passageway.
He pushed the mirror closed behind him and heard the snick as it locked back
into place. He tried his spell again to make sure that he could open it and
found that he could. Harry then mentally berated himself for having left it
open this whole time! Anyone who came looking for him would have seen the open
passage and caught him in the act. He made a mental note to close the mirror
behind him next time he used it. He hoped he would have another chance to get
behind it very soon.
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Thanks for reading. I'd love feedback and any suggestions for future chapters.
The more praise I get, the more likely I am to continue to the story. caladan10
at tutanota dot com to email me.
***** Harry learns about photography *****
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the world of Hogwarts is the property of J.K
Rowling. Copyright belongs to J.K Rowling.
Quick note about this story... it obviously detaches from the books. I’m trying
to stay as true to form as possible with character names, spells, and such. But
I’m probably going to get a few details wrong. Please don’t write me with nit
picking notes pointing out “Hey, that person didn’t enter Hogwarts until year
four, not year three, so you’ve got your chronology wrong. And spell X actually
wouldn’t work the way you’ve described.” Please enjoy this as the fun little
piece of smut that it is.
===============================================================================
Harry made his way back to the common room and joined in the party, which was
well underway by the time he got there. No one seemed to notice that he took a
long time getting there, the party was in full swing and everyone was too
engrossed in having fun. Harry joined them and put the mirror, and the
possibilities it offered, out of his mind for the evening.
The next morning though, his mind turned back to it over breakfast. He wasn’t
sure when he’d be able to get back there again; at least when there would be
something worth seeing from on the other side. He made a mental note to check
the schedule for which teams had the pitch scheduled for practice. He know that
some members of his own team didn’t always use the locker rooms to shower after
every game, let alone after every practice, so figured it was probably the same
for the others. That meant there was probably going to be some times where he’d
see nothing at all, or only a quick flash if all they did was change,
preferring to shower back in their dorms.
That reminded him of another line of thought: since his moments might be brief
and rare, wouldn’t it be great if he could get photos of the nudity he hoped to
see? Especially the ones he found cutest. And especially any further sexual
encounters or masturbation he might be lucky enough to witness. That meant he’d
need a camera. And that also meant he’d need someone to show him how to use it.
  Identifying that particular someone took about a millisecond.
“Hey Colin,” Harry called to Creevey, the first year blond boy eating his own
breakfast just a few seats away across the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
Colin almost dropped his fork in surprise and excitement. Harry was talking to
him, and actually initiating the conversation!   His excitement was hard to
keep in check and while he didn’t freak out, it was plain in his expression to
anyone looking that he was overjoyed. But nobody suspected the real reason.
Because, while Harry had only recently realized that he wasn’t into girls,
Colin had never felt otherwise. He’d lusted after plenty of boys, but had a
total crush on Harry even before he met him.   This was only strengthened when
he finally met him in person and saw just how cute he really was.
“Yea Harry?” he said.
“I was thinking about getting a camera of my own. Do you think you might help
me pick one out and maybe show me how to use it when it comes?”
Colin nearly fainted at hearing that. Not only was Harry showing interest in
photography, his favorite hobby, but he was also saying that he wanted to get
lessons. Colin hoped they’d be private ones. Who knows which kinds of things
they might talk about, and photograph, together?
“Umm… sure.” Colin stammered after a few seconds. ‘Urgh!   Don’t freak out!’ he
thought to himself.   “Do you know what kind you’d like?   What types of things
you’re looking to photograph? How to go about making the pictures?”
“No, I don’t. I’m completely new to this. How about we meet up in the library
after classes today and you can help me pick one out?”
“Sure. I’ll bring my ‘Photo-Wizardry’ catalog. That’ll have everything you
could possibly need or want in it.”
“OK, see you later on.”
“See you later.”
Ron watched the exchange between Harry and Colin with a quizzical look on his
face. As they got up to head to their first class, Hermione just behind, he
asked “What was all that about... with Creevey?”
“Nothing Ron. Just thinking about taking up a new hobby.   Now that I’ve been
playing Quidditch for a little while I don’t have to spend quite so much time
practicing since I’ve got the rules and the basic techniques down. It’s
something I’ve actually been interested in even before I came to school,” Harry
lied. “The Dursleys never gave one to Dudley so there was no possibility of
using one. Uncle Vernon never let me near his. And I can’t very well get one in
the muggle world even if I scraped the money together.   My cousin would break
it out of spite.”
“But I thought Colin only annoyed you. He’s so—“
“I think it’s a great idea Harry,” Hermione interjected. “It’s good to take an
interest in something other than Quidditch, especially something so artistic.
Though I do wish you’d spend more time on schoolwork before deciding that you
have time to take up something new.” Harry rolled his eyes when she couldn’t
see and he knew enough about Ron to know that he’d be doing the same thing.
“Plus, Ronald” Hermione took to using Ron’s full name when in lecture mode
“maybe some time with Harry, the subject of his precious fan club, will help
calm Colin down. This could be good for both of them: Harry learns about
photography and Colin learns how to be less… frenetic,” she finished
diplomatically.
“Humph,” Ron uttered noncommittally. They walked on and, with the start of
class, Harry could see that he had moved on to other things in his head.
Hopefully they both bought Harry’s explanation and would never question his
true motives: creating his very own stash of photos to using for wanking.
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When classes finally ended Harry found Colin in the library as planned. As soon
as he saw Harry come in Colin waved him over. Madam Pince, familiar with how
excitable Colin could be came over to their table as asked that they keep their
conversation down (despite the fact that they were the only ones in there).
This suited Harry just fine, at any rate, so he readily agreed.   Colin jumped
right in to talking about specific models of camera as he quickly tore through
the pages of the catalog he’d brought with him and Harry was quickly lost.
“Hold on. The cameras that I’ve seen work differently than the ones in the
wizarding world.   For one thing, the pictures are frozen in time. They don’t
move like the characters in our types of pictures. Can you start from the
beginning?”
“Right, sorry Harry.   I sometimes forget that you were raised in the muggle
world. There are a few first years I know that were also raised that way, so I
think I understand all the differences. OK… wizarding cameras do create photos
that show movement, like you said. So while it’s still a piece paper in the
end, rather than show a still picture, they show what I guess is a more like
very short movie.”
“Most wizarding pictures that I’ve seen only show a few seconds of time. People
waving, changing positions in their chairs, that sort of thing.   Is that the
most time they can show?”
“No. If you get a REALLY good camera, and have enough of the right ingredients,
you can make pictures that go longer. They can go to about a minute long if you
really want.”
"OK. What was that you said about ingredients?” Harry asked.
“Oh, right, I was coming to that. I hear that in the muggle world you capture
the pictures on… film is it?” Harry nodded. “And then you take it some place,
or send it in the mail, to be… um…”
“Developed” said Harry.
“Right! Well, in the wizarding world, you make them yourself.   You cast a
spell while looking through the view finder (the window in the camera where you
frame your shot) and it shows you each of the ones you’ve taken which are still
left in the camera. Then, you put paper and the right ingredients nearby and
cast a different spell. This converts the paper into a permanent picture of
what you saw in the camera. Converting pictures from the camera is basically a
special kind of potion making. But it’s much easier than anything we do in
potions class here. I learned it when I was 7. Normally young wizards aren’t
allowed to do magic but there are exceptions for what the ministry has decided
are harmless hobbies. Anyway, the longer the mini-movie is...”
“How about we call it a ‘clip’?”
“Sure. The longer the… clip… you want, or the bigger the parchment you’re
using, the more ingredients you need.”
“How do I know how much I need?” Harry asked.
“There will be a manual that comes with the camera. It will have tables in the
back that shows you how much you need. Kind of like a formula we see in potions
class, but much simpler. Here’s the one that came with my camera. See?”
Harry looked and saw a grid that matched up parchment sizes and clip durations
with quantities of the ingredients. There were just a few ingredients and these
were common. The fact that Harry, always bad a potions, recognized them so
easily meant that it must be very simple as Colin said. Plus, he should be able
to get a hold of those ingredients easily. In fact, some could even be gathered
on the outskirts of the school grounds near the edges of the forest. Hermione
would know, or could show him where to look it up.   Plus, he’d have a
perfectly good excuse to order away for them. ‘I’ll have to make sure I take
some non-wanking photos and keep them around. Just in case people ask to see
how I’m coming along or wonder why I need all these potion ingredients’ Harry
thought.
“Colin, could I see some of the pictures you’ve taken? Now that I understand
how they’re made I’d like to learn how to get good shots before I decide what
kind of camera to buy.”
“Sure.” Colin beamed. But then his face fell. “But I didn’t bring any with me.
My albums are back in my room.”
“No problem. Let’s go there and you can show them to me.”
“Brilliant!”
They left the library and a few minutes later were in the Gryffindor common
room. They saw a few people who were milling about waiting for dinner to start
since it was only about 15 minutes away. But students could get down there even
an hour after it started and still grab food in a hurry Harry knew.
They headed upstairs and into Colin’s room where his four roommates were
sitting around talking.   Harry recognized them and there were brief hellos and
nods all around.
“My albums are in my trunk, let me get them” said Colin.
“Hey I’m getting hungry and it’s almost time for dinner. I think I’ll head
down” said one roommate.
“Good idea” – “Great” – “Me too” were uttered at basically the same time by the
other three. Harry guessed that they’d probably been subjected to Colin’s
enthusiasm for photography before and weren’t keen on a repeat. As they left
one of them shot Harry a ‘get out while you can’ sort of glance, with
accompanying gestures, then quickly left, closing the door behind him, leaving
Harry and Colin alone.
Colin opened up his trunk, lifted a few things off to the side, pulled out two
albums, and went around to his bed to open them up. Underneath the two albums
was a thin piece of clothing, probably a shirt, and underneath that Harry saw
that there was another rectangle, the same dimensions as the albums, whose
edges were outlined by the fabric. Another album maybe? Colin left it in there
which aroused Harry’s curiosity, but he didn’t say anything.   Harry went
around to stand next to Colin and has he passed the trunk he could see a bit
better inside. It looked like the fabric had been carefully centered on top of
the rectangle. Was Colin hiding it deliberately?
Colin started flipping through the albums of his favorite pictures telling
Harry quick stories about where and why he took them as well as a bit about
framing the shot, getting the light just so, leading lines, center of interest,
and other photographic nuances. His father was a master photographer, he
explained, and had taught him a lot about it. There were spells to help enhance
pictures, which Colin had seen his father use, like increasing brightness of
the shots and such, but didn’t he know how to use them yet.
“Can you use spells to alter the pictures?” Harry asked.
“No. Or, at least not that I know of. The spells can make something that the
camera caught in shadow brighter, and bring certain things into better focus,
but that’s it.”
‘Damn!’ Harry thought.   There went the idea about creatively manipulating
pictures to fit his fantasies. He’d have to settle for reality only. Oh well.
Colin continued on for a little while longer, perhaps 10 minutes or so Harry
guessed, but Harry’s mind kept wandering back to that other item in the bottom
on Colin’s trunk.   What was in there that he was hiding?
“Oh, man. Let me take a quick break and go to the loo. I’ll be right back”
Colin said.
“Sure. Do you mind if I keep going through your albums while you’re in there?”
Harry asked.
“Yea. Go ahead. I’d love to hear what you think.” Colin left the room, closing
the door most of the way behind him.
As soon as Colin left Harry went to his trunk and pushed the piece of fabric
aside. Sure enough, it was another album. But while the other two were bright
colors, this one was a dark brown which blended in almost perfectly with the
wood of Colin’s trunk. A way to keep it from notice maybe?
Harry was planning to take a quick look and put it back. But just in case, he
had deliberately asked about looking through Colin’s albums (plural) because he
figured, if discovered, he could pretend that this one had been slightly
uncovered and that he figured Colin must have accidentally forgotten to take it
out.
He opened up the cover and saw, to only mild surprise, several of the pictures
that Colin had snapped of him.   There were about 4 or 5 that he remembered
Colin taking, but as he flipped through a few more pages he saw several others
that had obviously been taken surreptitiously. One of them was a picture of
Harry shirtless while changing, taken thorough the crack of his partially
closed bedroom door. ‘Sneaky bugger’ Harry thought. He was a bit annoyed at the
violation of privacy.
Flipping to the next page he froze. The first picture on that page was of
Colin.   But in it, Colin had a cock in his mouth! It had been taken from above
by a boy while Colin had been sucking him off! The cock had a small patch of
blond pubic hair so Harry guessed that the photographer was only slightly older
than himself. The wizarding picture was looping through about 10 seconds of
Colin sucking a cock up and down, the clip repeating over and over. Looking
through more pages Harry saw Colin in other similar poses with what appeared to
be the same cock: licking the head, running his tongue over the boy’s balls,
his head lower down (was he licking his hole?!), one of the boy shooting his
load (what an amazing loop of footage that was!), and finally, Colin smiling up
at the camera with cum dripping from his face.
Harry was already on his way to full mast as soon as he saw the first picture.
By the time he got to the shot of Colin with a facial he was hard as a
broomstick. There were no other pictures in the album. He continued flipping
back and forth between the sucking pictures, amazed at the movement and detail
captured in these very intimate moments. Harry was now positive that he had to
learn more. Think off all the boys he could capture like this from behind the
mirror! Harry was so distracted by the album and the thoughts they provoked
that he didn’t notice the sound of Colin’s footsteps coming back from the loo
and only heard him as he pushed the door further open on his return.
Colin looked at the album in Harry’s hand, his eyes got huge, and his face went
white with mortification. “Where… where did you get that?!” he whispered, his
voice nearly gone from the shock.
“I… um… noticed it in your trunk and figured it was another of your albums, so
I started looking through it” Harry said, a slight waiver in his voice as he
tried his cover story. He was mortified too, at having been caught.   But then,
another thought occurred to him just then… this was Colin’s own wanking book,
wasn’t it? And in it, along with the sucking pictures, were pictures of Harry.
  Oh wow! Colin wanked looking at pictures of him, Harry realized.
Colin was standing completely still, frozen in shock. Harry walked up close to
him and then reached past to close the door. “Let’s talk” he said as it thudded
closed and latched.   Everyone had just gone down to dinner so he figured
they’d be uninterrupted for at least a little while.   Harry stepped back into
the room so that he was a few feet away again and stood next to Colin’s bed.
The blond didn’t move; just looked at the floor, on the verge of tears.
“Colin, are you gay?”   Silence. A sniffle.
“Colin, look at me.”   He slowly looked up. “You’re gay, aren’t you?” He
nodded. Harry paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
“And you have a crush on me." Nod. "And you think about me while you wank."
Pause... Nod. "Is that the real reason you created the fan club?” Another nod.
“And now you’re worried that I won’t want to talk to you, that I’ll make fun of
you, and tell everyone. Right?” Another nod.   Colin looked at the floor again
as he did so, a sad whimper coming from him.
Harry considered this for a minute. There was dead silence in the room except
for Colin sniffling a bit. Finally Harry decided what to do and, like almost
any boy his age, he let his hormones do the talking.
He walked up to Colin, put his hand on this chin, and lifted his head until he
was looking Harry in the eyes. “Well, I’m not really looking for a boyfriend,
but I do think you’re cute.   How about we mess around like you did in those
pictures and we keep this our little secret?” he said with a smile.
Colin, again, stared wide eyed at Harry. It took probably about 20 seconds for
that to fully sink in for Colin. Then he suddenly threw his arms around Harry
and hugged him tight. Emitting a small sob, more of release than anything else,
Colin’s heart and head calmed down.
“Oh wow. I never thought… In a million years! That you…” Harry cut him off by
kissing him. Colin eagerly, if not greedily, returned it, moaning a bit as he
did so.
“You liked those pictures Harry?” he asked.
“Yea. Can’t you tell?” Harry asked, pressing himself up against Colin so that
the first year could feel the 3.5 inch hard cock against him.
“Would you let me suck you Harry?”
‘Let him suck me?!’ Harry thought. ‘Oh man!   I’m going to have so much fun
with him.   He’ll probably do anything I want him to.’ Harry was getting
further aroused at the possibility of the power trips he could get from having
Colin willingly give himself over.
“Go for it.”
Colin didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly dropped to his knees and started
fumbling with Harry’s zipper. Harry instinctively knew he wouldn’t be able stay
standing while this was going on so he ambled backwards a bit and sat on
Colin’s bed pulling off his shirt while at the same time his trousers and
briefs were yanked down by Colin’s nimble little fingers. Colin left them
pooled around Harry's ankles and attacked the rigid cock with his tongue and
mouth.
Colin licked up and down Harry’s shaft, getting it slick with spit, before
finally taking it into his mouth and sucking on it firmly, up and down, also
using his fingers to stroke the base. Watching the cute, blond, angel faced
little boy bob up and down on him was sending Harry to the brink very quickly,
especially when Colin looked up at Harry, straight in the eye while continuing
to suck him, his lips curling up into a smile around the cock in his mouth.
Colin pulled off and then started tonguing his balls. Every so lightly with the
tip for a bit, then pulling each one into his mouth and sucking on them gently.
He inhaled Harry’s scent while he did so, moaning around the balls as he sucked
on them.   That felt just as amazing to Harry as having his cock sucked, but it
didn’t last long. Colin soon returned to sucking him, pulling out his own dick
as he did so and taking off his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He spit into
his hand and started jerking himself while he bobbed up and down on Harry’s
dick, even faster than before.
Boys their age aren’t known for their staying power, but their orgasms can be
intense nonetheless.   Harry didn’t feel the need to warn that his orgasm was
imminent because he wasn’t shooting yet. So he just let the feelings overtake
him when the buildup finally became too much to take. “Oh YES.   Oh Colin. Yea!
Suck me!” he moaned as the dry climax overtook him, then collapsed back onto
the bed.
Colin felt Harry pulsate underneath him and paused for just a moment after it
subsided. Then he got up off his knees and laid across Harry to grind their
dicks together. He loved feeling Harry pressed up against him and the dry
humping was rapidly bringing on a climax for Colin. Harry, after just lying
there for the first minute of this (still a bit spent from the very intense dry
cum) started rubbing his hands up and down Colin’s soft and smooth back,
running his hands through his hair, and grabbing and playing with the blond’s
smooth butt. He let one finger wander down Colin’s crack a bit and that made
the blond boy freeze in place. As Harry brushed his rosebud he let out a high
pitched little moan/squeak. “Oh. Oh Harry! Do that again!” Colin pleaded.
Harry obliged by stroking and teasing his hole.   Within ten seconds, still
frozen in place and enjoying the sensations, Colin went over the edge
shuddering several times has he did so, puckering his hole around Harry’s
teasing finger. Finally, he collapsed onto Harry.
They laid together like that for a few minutes to catch their breath. Finally
Colin broke the silence.
“Harry, have you ever done anything like this before?”
“Nope. Thought about it, but you’re my first.” (Harry wasn’t sure whether he’d
tell anyone about the mirror yet, so he kept quiet about that. Plus, since all
he did was watch, it didn’t really count as sex as far as he was concerned. An
erotic encounter, certainly, but not sex.)
“I’m your first?!” Colin beamed.
“Yes. But I know from the pictures that I’m not YOUR first” Harry replied, in a
lighthearted manner so that Colin wouldn't take that as a judgement.
“Oh... Ummm... No. But you are my second. Those pictures were taken by someone
I messed around with over the summer. It was my second cousin, visiting from
America.   He’s 3 years older than me and his family visited us for a few
weeks. He and I had a lot of time together since the adults wanted us to stay
out of their hair. As it turns out, we both like boys.” He giggled a bit at
that.
“And he’s the only one?   Wow, you sure got really good at sucking. You must
have had a lot of practice.”
“Yea, several times a day.   I really liked doing that to him and, once I tried
it, found that I really liked the taste of it. He was more than happy to give
me all that he could.   It was almost 50 times before they went back home.”
“Did you guys do anything else?”
“You mean, like, butt stuff?   No, just sucking. Neither of us had done
anything with other boys and I think both of us were a bit scared to go
further. Your finger just now was the first time that's even been done to me,
even by myself. But I liked it.”
“I see" Harry replied, smiling back at Colin.
Then, after a few moments, “When you start cumming Harry, I... want to taste
you too. And Harry… I think maybe I might… like to do more stuff with you. You
know… if you want too. I think I want to see what it feels like to have a dick
inside me. I… I… I want you to fuck me.” There was obvious apprehension in
Colin’s voice.
Harry didn’t want to seem too eager, lest he scare Colin off. “Yea, I think it
would be fun to explore together. No rush though, OK? We can go at whatever
pace you like.” Colin let out a sigh and visibly relaxed. Harry, still lying
underneath him, could feel some of the tension leave his body too. “And, Colin,
maybe we could have fun with the camera while we explore?” Harry said, the
beginnings of a smile on his face.
“Oh, yea!” Colin said, a wicked smile appearing on his face.
“But right now, we should probably get down to the Great Hall before dinner is
over.”
“Oh! Right!” He hopped off Harry and quickly started to get dressed. Harry
stood up and did the same.
“We should keep all this between us I think.” Colin froze up on hearing him say
that and shot Harry a bit of a hurt look. “I don’t mean we hide that we’re
friends or that I don’t want to be seen with you or anything” Harry quickly
continued. “That’s not the kind of person I am. Just that we have to keep the
sex stuff a secret.”
“Oh. OK, sure. That makes total sense” said Colin, the hurt look disappearing
from his face.
“Great.” They both smiled then left Colin’s room and headed down to dinner,
hoping to get there before all the food disappeared.
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***** Locker room threesome *****
Harry Potter and the Magic Mirror - Part 3
by Caladan.
Some of you will recognize your own suggestions in this. Thanks for those. I
hope everyone enjoys. I know several have written and asked for a new chapter
quickly. I'm sorry if this publishing schedule has been slow. I'd love to be
able to churn these out quickly, but I have a demanding job and, alas, not
always enough time for my hobbies.
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That same evening Harry figured out which kind of camera he wanted to buy and
sent an owl the next day to order it. He had plenty of galleons in the bank and
figured he'd spent very little of the fortune his parents left him and that
meant he was entitled to splurge a bit. He bought one of the better cameras
that was able to use the widest variety of light available and take nice long
clips. He got it a few days after that fun evening with Colin. They took it
around the grounds that afternoon and he showed Harry how to use it. Colin
really did have an eye for the art, showing Harry how to frame shots and take
into account aspects like leading lines, patterns, texture, centers of
interest, balance between light and dark. They got a lot of good shots around
the school buildings themselves, students milling about, the lake, Hagrid's
hut, all kinds of things. Harry developed these that evening and started to
create an album of his own.
Armed with his new knowledge of photography he also wanted to start a private
album like Colin had. He also wanted to mess around with him again. But when he
would try to cozy up to Colin, by pressing himself up against him during the
lessons, he felt only mild reciprocation. Harry sensed Colin was still a little
hesitant about doing more and so decided not to push him into anything.
Besides, there was going to be a good opportunity for spying tomorrow: it was
Saturday, and that meant quidditch practice. Harry had cooked up a plan that he
hoped would come together in way to allow him to start on that private
"wanking" album.
The next day Harry showed up to the locker rooms a bit early and stashed his
invisibility cloak and his new camera in his locker once he was done changing.
He was already on his broom doing a warm up when the rest of the team filed
onto the pitch a few minutes later. "Harry! Here early I see. Good one mate"
said Oliver, with an approving look. The look soon vanished as he went into
'captain mode' and drilled the team as hard as ever.
Three hours later they called it quits and headed back to the locker room.
Since Harry, Oliver, and the Weasley twins were the only male members of the
team they had the locker room and showers to themselves. They chatted a bit
about what had happened out on the pitch and few strategies for how to improve.
After a few minutes, Fred, still slick with soap and standing under the shower
said "George... I've got this huge knot in my back next to my shoulder blade.
Can you get it?" indicating his right side. He put both palms against the wall,
arms out straight, and leaned against them slightly, spreading his legs for
balance; this also had the effect of allowing those behind him to see his cock
and balls dangling between them. If Harry wasn't mistaken, he also saw him
suggestively push his ass out, oh so slightly.
"Sure Fred" he replied walking up behind his brother and standing VERY close.
Harry notice that George's cock was hanging less than an inch away from his
brother's bum. Using the soap still on his hands he began massaging the spot
indicated.
"Blimey! Yea... that's it. Oh, Merlin! Right there." If Harry wasn't mistaken,
he detected a hint of sexual innuendo in that voice and he seemed to be
projecting it over at Oliver. He chanced a look over and him facing the tile
wall, seemingly lost in his shower, but his head was not quite under the stream
which meant that he heard the exchange. But Oliver seemed to be oblivious to
Fred's insinuative moans, or at least pretending to be, and had aimed his body
so that it faced perfectly away from what the twins were doing. 'Hmmm' though
Harry. He figured, if his suspicions were true, that this would be the best
time to make his exit.
Harry turned off his shower head saying, "OK, well, I better get back. I have
some assignments due on Monday and Hermione will be on me if I don't make
progress. See you guys later." He went over to his locker and got changed just
out of view of the showers. He wrapped the camera and his wand in the
invisibility cloak so that no one would see them in his hands and moved towards
the door. He rounded the corner to exit but, instead, opened the door and then
pulled it closed again from the inside. He did this loudly so that they would
be able to hear the door close over the sound of the running water and assume
he'd left. He put his cloak on, clutching his camera and wand and crept back
around the corner.
It occurred to him that he could just stand there under the cloak. But he
didn't want to risk exposure and he needed to be unencumbered to take good
shots with the camera. That meant he needed to get back behind the mirror, and
without the three of them seeing. The showers were still going full blast
making lots of noise and steam. This provided Harry a bit of cover as he
quietly cast 'Alohamora' toward the mirror. It shifted only slightly as it
unlocked and that didn't catch anyone's eyes since they weren't facing in the
right direction. However, he knew that opening the mirror enough for him to
slip behind it might draw attention. So we waved his wand and caused one of the
bars of soap to fall to the floor loudly. When his teammate's attention moved
towards the sound he slipped behind the mirror and pulled it shut behind him,
quickly looking back so he could see the guys at their showers. He held his
breath for a moment to see if they turned. But no none noticed the mirror's
movement. Phew!
Harry took off his the cloak, and (what the hell) his own clothes. He was
already headed towards full mast with just the little he'd seen and heard in
the last couple of minutes. He got the camera ready so that he could get a few
good nude shots of Fred, George, and Oliver. All three of them were so cute
that he could imaging wanking off to their nude forms many, many, times before
he got tired (if he ever did). He started taking a few shots.
Interestingly, George was still rubbing Fred's back, and they both kept
glancing over at Oliver, trying to catch his eye. Every now and again they'd
look at each other and smirk, a mischievous grin on their twin faces.
Finally, Oliver turned. "I suppose he's gone." They nodded, the grins not
leaving their faces.
"Merlin! What were you two thinking? We don't even know if Harry's gay or not.
Let alone whether he'd be into ANY one of us, never mind the three of us as
once."
"Maybe" said Fred. "But come ON Oliver. The three of us have been screwing for
years. And we've been talking about how cute Harry is and how much we've wanted
to mess around with him since last year. We agreed to wait until his second
year. Well... it's been a couple of weeks already since term started!"
"I know. I'm just as keen to make this threesome a foursome as you guys are.
But I told you I'd make the first move" Oliver said, turning off the water and
walking around out of the shower area and over to his locker.
Harry was stunned. He'd realized a while ago that he had the hots for all three
of them. But he never in his life dreamed that all three of them might be gay.
Never mind the implication of a polyamorous group (if that was the right term).
This opened up all kinds of new possibilities in his mind. But he couldn't let
this distract him just now. He very much wanted some souvenirs of this evening
so Harry kept his mind on his camera work. He took another few shot of the
twins who were now both sporting very strong hardons. As expected they were
identical in the size department: both just over 5 inches with somewhat sparse
but fiery colored pubic bushes. As Harry brought the camera back away from his
eyes after snapping the shot, he continued to marvel about just how identical
they both were.
Knowing the team captain was still within earshot Fred said "OK Oliver. Sorry.
Didn't mean to take over your, oh so royal highness' role as Wanker in Chief."
He and George both laughed. Their laugh softened a bit when Oliver reappeared a
moment later, still naked, but armed with his wand.
"That was a naughty thing you guys did. I'm going to have to punish you for it"
Oliver said, a sensual playfulness in his voice. Since the twins and Oliver had
been lovers for a while now, they immediately recognized his tone as the start
of a role play.
"Oh, really?! And just what are you going to do about..."
"Fama Aquilae" said Oliver, flourishing his wand in a precise pattern as he did
so. The laughing stopped as Fred was pushed back and pinned against the wall,
his back to it. Arms and legs shot away from his torso as well. He was stuck
there, frozen, in a spread eagle position. Oliver quickly cast the same spell
on his George and he found himself in the same predicament as his brother; his
mid-section just a few inches away from Fred's, arms and legs out. Together
they looked like two capital X'es overlapping.
"What the hell?!" they both cried in unison as they struggled against the
bonds. Their heads moved around as they looked at their limbs. They had a bit
of movement in their knees and elbows, but within a few seconds it was clear
that they weren't going anywhere.
Oliver put his wand down and walked over to them. "I need to teach you both a
lesson. This new spell I learned ought to help nicely with that. Don't worry,
something tells me you'll enjoy this. Unlike a petrification spell, you haven't
lost any of your five senses. You are stuck to the wall by your wrists, ankles,
and the base of your back. It's basically like being in manacles, but without
the bother or discomfort of leather or metal restraints. Perfect for what I
have in mind."
He walked over to Fred and slowly started stroking the ginger's cock. Fred
moaned. "See?" Oliver smirked. Fred's cock, which had deflated a bit, was now
rapidly re-hardening. Oliver grabbed George's cock with his other hand and gave
him the same treatment, wanking the twin's cocks with the same rhythm, rubbing
their mushroom heads with his thumbs. This was made all the easier by the fact
that their bodies were still soapy and covered in water from their showers.
Contrary to popular belief around school, the twins were not always together
every waking minute. And Oliver could also personally attest, not every
sleeping minute either. Sometimes he had sex with just Fred or George. But his
arousal and pleasure was amplified several fold when he had them both together.
Today was no exception and his fun was only heightened when he could role play.
He intended to make full use of the wonderful options that this situation
offered.
As Oliver stroked both of the twins Harry could hear everything that was being
said and done. The low moans of the identical gingers; the squishy fwap fwap
fawp sound being made by Oliver's hands as he stroked the twin cocks; the
kissing noises made as Oliver leaned in periodically to make out with one or
the other; everything. Despite a hardon that was so strong Harry thought it
would burst, he left it alone. He knew that, even though he could recover from
an orgasm pretty quickly, it wouldn't be quickly enough to guarantee that we
wouldn't miss any of what happened. And he wanted to record ALL of it! He
already regretted not having been able to capture the group facial that Malfoy
got during his hazing. He sure as hell wasn't going to miss another such
wonderful opportunity. As the scene unfolded, just a few feet from him on the
other side of the mirror, he continued to snap away. He was now extra glad he's
spent the money on a high capacity camera. The last thing he would want would
be to run out of 'film.'
He watched, and snapped away, as Oliver stroked them for another minute getting
both close to orgasm. Then he stopped abruptly. The twins gave out disappointed
moans in unison. He waited a moment, grabbed his wand, and cast a lubrication
charm on each of them. Then he started stroking them again. He did this for
about a minute then stopped for about 10 seconds. Then repeated the pattern
several times, each time eliciting a frustrated and desperate moan from both
Fred and George when he stopped. Oliver could tell how close they were getting
by how the intensity of their moaning grew and by watching their balls retract,
and he used that to time his pauses. They would look over at him with longing,
and at each other, seeing the shared frustration mirrored in their twin faces.
But there was something else too... LUST. They were both incredibly aroused by
what was being done to them. And not only that. It was somehow made better for
the twins by the fact that they were together, experiencing it at the same
time.
After the fifth round of stroke and pause, Oliver got down on his knees and
cast three more spells on each of the twins. The first was aimed at their holes
from underneath. The second was the lubrication spell (Harry recognized it)
which he also cast on their holes. Then a third spell on their cocks which
turned the lube on them reddish. While only this last seemed to have any
outward effect, there must have been something else as both of them squirmed a
bit just after he cast each of the spells.
As if reading their minds, Oliver said "I bet you're wondering what those were.
Well... the first made you're assholes tingle a bit right?" They nodded.
"That's a very specialized cleaning spell. It makes your ass perfectly pristine
on the outside and goes a good way up inside. You're now as clean there as if
you'd diligently scrubbed them and sterilized them as well. That means there's
no possibility of... unpleasant flavors, bacteria, or anything else bad. The
second you probably recognized as a lubrication spell. I bet you can imagine
what THAT'S for." He smiled a mischievous grin. "And the third was really for
me. That made the lube on your cocks taste like raspberry... my favorite
flavor." No sooner had he said this then we went down on Fred, sucking his cock
greedily and rubbing his tongue all over his shaft.
"Oh Fuck!" cried Fred. Oliver had really developed his oral skills over the
years but it had been a very long time since he'd sucked THIS hard on Fred's
member. Oliver continued on with this for about 30 seconds and then stopped,
moving over towards George. He stopped just short of his mushroom head, tongue
out, looking up. George, who at first his thrown his head back in anticipation
and closed his eyes, opened them and looked down at Oliver. His expression
changed from bewilderment, at why he stopped, to one of longing as he was kept
in suspense. That's what Oliver was waiting for. He wanted... no NEEDED... to
know that his lover wanted this. He got off on seeing just how much they craved
his ministrations. He smiled up at George and then gave him the same treatment
his twin had gotten just a moment earlier.
George for his part, and Fred too, were happy to oblige with their moans and
expressions. Indeed, they probably couldn't have prevented them even if they
wanted to. Oliver was so gorgeous! Seeing their cocks being enveloped by his
lips was a sight to behold. It never, never, failed to keep them hard.
While Oliver's tongue worked on George, his left hand stroked its way up Fred's
inner thigh. He fondled his sack for a moment and noted with satisfaction that
it was already dawn up pretty tight. He was getting close! His fingers moved
lower and further back to find, thanks to those earlier spells, his nicely
clean and lubricated rosebud. He teased it for a moment and then pushed in his
index finger when he felt Fred relax his sphincter.
"Oh... Oh... yes" Fred moaned as Oliver curled his finger and found that
special spot inside. Oliver knew just what to do. All he had to do was curl his
finger just... so... and "Umm!" he'd elicit that special moan he loved hearing.
While still sucking on George, and fingering Fred, his right hand started
mirroring his left. He teased and then penetrated George's rosebud and found
that exact same spot. When he pressed on it an extra jolt of delicious precum
shot into Oliver's mouth a moment later. He relished the taste.
'Hmm... I wonder if it always does that' he thought to himself. He curled his
finger, hit the spot, and simultaneously got another small shot of precum and
another delightful moan. 'Yep! Oh... this will be fun.'
He backed off the now well lubricated, raspberry flavored, cock in front of him
and moved over to Fred, giving him the same treatment. Hit that special spot
inside... taste the wonderful precum... hear the moan the came with it. While
sucking on Fred he began hitting both of their g-spots one after another.
Finger curl... Moan! Finger curl... identical moan from the other twin. He kept
this up; curl... moan; curl... moan; curl... moan. Curled both middle fingers
at the same time... and he got identical moans in stereo. He kept doing this
over and over, switching off between them to lick up the precum dripping down
their dicks and swirl his tongue around the head. Lick... suck... swirl...
switch... and repeat over and over.
He did this for what felt like an eternity for the twins. But Harry, still
snapping pictures from behind the mirror, estimated that it was about five
minutes. Oliver knew exactly what he was doing. He was deliberately building up
to it... stimulating them tremendously and delaying their gratification because
he knew this would make their balls churn up a huge load.
Finally, he felt they were ready for the final stroke. He kept sucking George's
cock, looking up at George's face, now dripping with sweat and panting from the
massive amount of stimulation. Oliver inserted a second finger and attacked his
g-spot in earnest, loving how much more the expression of lust on George's face
intensified. It only took about 15 seconds for Oliver's efforts to be rewarded.
George gave out an almighty moan and massive shots of cum came shooting out
toward. Oliver pulled back at just right moment to catch it on the right side
of his face. The first shot went into his hair, the next three onto his cheek,
some dripping down his chin and onto his chest. Oliver went back down and
swallowed the other four, greedily drinking the boy juice.
Oliver had stopped his teasing of Fred's g-spot while George went over the
edge. But rather than start again, as Fred had expected, Oliver took his
fingers out and stood up.
"What... What are you doing?" cried Fred, the desperation for climax evident in
his voice.
Still standing right in front of George, Oliver turned to Fred, "I told you. I
have to teach you a lesson. Sometimes sexual teasing can go too far. Can't it?"
said Oliver.
"OK! I get it, please-"
"George" interrupted Oliver as he leaned forward. "You seem to have made bit of
a mess. Do please clean it up." George took his meaning immediately. Since he
still had full range of motion in his neck and his shoulders could come away
from the wall a bit he leaned forward and proceeded to slowly lick his own cum
off of Oliver's face. Oliver kept his head turned toward Fred, never breaking
eye contact, the expression on this face showing just how much he was enjoying
the feeling of George's tongue reclaiming his own load.
Oliver turned back towards George and began kissing him passionately,
deliberately pulling his mouth back enough so that Fred could see their tongues
intertwining, George's cum being shared between them.
"Fuck! I love the taste of you George" Oliver said, making sure it was loud
enough so that Fred could hear it clearly.
"I love it too" George chuckled, "plus your mouth tastes a bit like raspberry
from that spell. It's sooooo hot, tasting both that and my load when we make
out." George was deliberately hamming it up to contribute to Fred's continuing
sexual frustration.
"Fuck! Oliver! Please! PLEASE! I need to get off!" Fred whined.
Oliver broke his kiss and moved over to stand in front of Fred. "You promise to
let me set the pace with Harry?" he asked.
"Yes... OK... blimey! I promise."
"Good then." Oliver wasted no time. He got back on his knees, put two fingers
inside Fred, and began sucking him in earnest while pressing on his g-spot.
It only took seconds.
Oliver, again, deliberately pulled off so that we could watch the load explode
from the cock in front up him. He turned his head so that Fred's load would hit
the other side of his face than his twin.
Fred outdid George slightly; eight shots instead of seven. As before, Oliver
deliberately let of some of it splash on his cheek before we wrapped his lips
around the spewing cock and greedily swallowed the rest of the load.
He waited a moment while Fred caught his breath then took out his fingers and
stood up. "You know what to do" he said, and leaned in close.
Fred did know. He leaned forward and, just as his brother had done a moment
earlier, he licked his cum from Oliver's face. But because he knew what was
happening next, he (rightly) guessed what Oliver wanted and didn't swallow. As
Fred finished and Oliver turned back and kissed him, he fed him some of the cum
which he had pooled onto his tongue. Oliver tasted it immediately and moaned
appreciatively as they made out, swapping the flavor back and forth between
their mouths.
"Now, why don't you both show me that you've learned your lesson" said Oliver,
continuing the role play. He waved his wand and the spell binding the twins to
the wall dissipated. They found their footing and rubbed their wrists and
ankles for a moment. But they were pleasantly surprised that there was no pain
or discomfort anywhere on their bodies from the spell aside from a little bit
of stiffness from being in the same position for a while. They shared a look; a
plan of action instantly forming between them without either uttering a word.
Fred dropped to his knees and started licking Oliver's cock up and down. It was
roughly 7 inches long and stood up at a sharp angle. From that angle Fred
couldn't deep throat him but he still managed to get a good portion in his
mouth and use his tongue to good effect. They'd both noticed the copious
amounts of precum leaking from it while he'd been seeing to them and they
didn't want any more of it wasted. Each both loved the taste of Oliver as much
has he loved the taste of them.
George had gone to his locker to fetch his own wand and returned just a few
seconds later. He too dropped to his knees and cast spells identical to those
cast on him a few minutes before: one to cleanse Oliver's ass, and two others
so that his cock was similarly lubricated and flavored like the twins were.
Oliver was being treated to an amazing set of sensations and sights. There they
were, twin gingers each going to work on him with their mouths, staring up at
him with a smile as they did so. One was sucking his cock, the other licking
his balls. Four hands were roaming all over his body as they knelt there in
front of him, tongues and mouths working their magic. This continued for the
next several minutes and Oliver was starting to lose the ability to stand up-
right. The twins sensed this though and had been slowly nudging him towards one
of the wall of the shower room and crawled forward with him. He finally noticed
this out of the corner of his eye and put his hand out to steady himself on the
wall just as he reached it.
As soon as Fred saw that Oliver had moved to where they wanted him, he
abandoned his position sucking on the delicious cock in front of him. This was
both to give George a turn and also to move to step two of the plan. He moved
around behind Oliver, still on his knees, and began rimming their team captain.
"Oh! Argh! Oh fuck!" Oliver exclaimed, brought to new heights of arousal by the
now simultaneous blow job and rimming he was getting from the twins. They also
reached out through his legs and took hold of each other's cock, slowly
stroking them back to full hardness. Each was now building towards their second
orgasm. They worked on Oliver just like that for a while: sucking, swirling,
poking, prodding, slurping, and wanking.
Harry continued taking pictures from behind the mirror. The ones he was
snapping now were, so far, his favorite. He had a perfect side-on view that
showed one ginger bobbing up and down on Oliver's cock, the other one behind
him moving up and down slightly as he tongue fucked their team captain's ass.
The twins wanking each other at the same time was just icing on the cake. Not
for first time, Harry was very happy that wizarding pictures were moving images
and not still frame. So his shots would show this delightful scene in all its
dynamic glory.
After another few minutes, Oliver let loose with an intense and ecstatic moan
in what was one of the most intense orgasms of his life (till that point at
least). He looked down and saw George greedily swallow every last drop of it,
smiling around Oliver's dick as he looked up at him, adams apple bobbing as he
swallowed spurt after spurt. Seeing this probably induced at least one extra
shot from Oliver's balls, it was that sexy an image.
As Oliver came down from his post-orgasmic high and George saw his balls slowly
drop back down, he dropped his twin's cock and stood up, his brother following.
Still flanking him front and back they both leaned in close and started making
out with him, gently passing his head back and forth between them. This went on
for a couple of minutes while Oliver's breathing returned back to normal. When
he was finally able to form coherent speech he said "Wow! That was amazing you
guys. Seems you really took my lesson to heart" he joked.
"Oh, we did" said George, sharing a look with Fred who was still standing
behind Oliver. Fred nodded.
"But now we REALLY want to show you ALL of what we learned."
There was a pause while they let this sink in. Having just cum, Oliver wasn't
quick on the uptake. It took a moment. "Wait... what...?" Oliver was cut off by
George who grabbed him behind his head and pulled him into a deep kiss while
also grabbing a fistful of the hair on the back of his skull and Oliver's right
arm with his left. Fred grabbed Oliver's left wrist and wrapped his arm around
him, pinning Oliver's wrist against his own chest while simultaneously pulling
the two of them closer together. Oliver was now pretty well restrained and
pinned between the two gingers, both of whom were stronger than they looked.
Spending that much time riding a broomstick meant your gripping muscles were
incredibly strong.
The twins had jerked each other to full hardness again while they worked on
Oliver. All of the spells were still in effect so all three asses were pristine
and clean, and all of their cocks were well lubed. Fred used his free hand to
guide his own cock into place and pressed it against Oliver's hole, which was
resistant at first. Oliver whimpered into George's mouth while he held him
place, still kissing him and gently tugging on his hair to let Oliver know that
they meant business. But the resistance was short lived. As soon as he got over
his surprise Oliver realized just how much he was enjoying this and relaxed his
ass. Fred felt this and slowly slid his cock inside, taking about 30 seconds to
push it in to the hilt.
He paused for a moment to allow Oliver to adjust, then began a steady rhythm.
As Oliver's resistance waned Fred let go of his wrist and wrapped his other arm
around him, pulling him into a gentle hug while he fucked him. Oliver
reciprocated by wrapping his own arms over Fred's and pulling them against him,
returning the gesture as best he could.
George had his own plans too. He pulled away from Oliver, turning around and
lining up his ass against his team captain's cock.
Both boys felt him move into position and opened their arms to pull him into
the human sandwich being made. George bent forward a bit and Oliver pulled him
close, burying his cock in the gorgeous ass in front of him which had already
been loosened up a short time before by his own fingers. They got into a good
rhythm, the twins moving away from Oliver in sequence so that Oliver felt
himself fucking and being fucked simultaneously with each motion. The sounds of
the moaning built along with the slurping sounds of cocks in asses and that of
wet steamy bodies slapping against each other as their pelvic areas ground
together in rapid succession. George added to the moans when he felt Oliver
reach around and jerk his cock while he fucked him.
Hot as it was, stimulating as it was, the three WERE teenagers and so didn't
have all that much staying power, even in the best of circumstances. Given what
had led up to this, whatever reserves they might had in that department were
spent. Fred came about two minutes later, unloading jets of cum into Oliver's
ass despite the fact that he'd gone over the edge once already a short time
ago. Oliver felt it coming and froze so that he could enjoy the amazing
sensation of feeling his ass filled with a creamy load. But his sexual energy
still needed an outlet and, without even consciously realizing it, he continued
masturbating George. The hand on his cock and the moans coming from his
brother's orgasm sent George over the edge. Oliver was treated to identical
moans and patterns of moans, in stereo, one a few seconds delayed from the
other. That was all it took for him to go over the edge a second time,
unloading in George's ass.
The three boys separated and collapsed into a pile of teenage boy flesh on the
shower room floor, arms and legs entangled with each other. None of them cared
about moving just now, and besides, they each loved the feel of the others
against them.
A few minutes later Fred's head shot up and he stared over at his brother.
"Hey... wait. That wasn't fair!"
"What wasn't?" inquired George.
"You got to taste him and I didn't."
"Well... sorry mate. Kind of got caught up in the moment. Not sure what I can
do about that now."
"Oh, I do George, I do" said Fred, a wicked grin appearing on his face as he
got up on all fours, crawling on top of this brother. The two really did think
a lot alike so it only took George a second to figure out what Fred was
planning. He tried to scramble away, but that second was enough of a delay for
Fred to jump onto his brother's back and pin him down. Oliver was so spent he
just looked on in curiosity.
"Seriously?!" cried George.
"Yes! Now lie there while I get what's... heh heh... cuming to me." He chuckled
at his own joke.
"Oh, nice one Fred!" retorted George, his humor returning. He stopped
struggling and laid flat on the floor, face down, surrendering. "Go ahead, if
it means that much to you. It'll probably be fun for me anyway."
Fred moved down his brother's body, using his knees to pry apart the legs under
him. He continued lower, and put both hands on his brother's butt cheeks,
spreading them apart. Wasting no time, he licked and sucked on George's ass,
over and over to cajole out the prize within, finally slurping down the load he
so wanted to taste. And because of the cleansing spells cast earlier that taste
was, in fact, completely pure and right there for him to savor: Oliver's milky
nectar (along with the slight twinge of raspberry). He swallowed it down and
then collapsed on top of his brother, lazily enjoying a few more moments of
post orgasmic bliss with his two lovers.
End of Part 3
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(Later that evening)
Harry really could not believe his luck. Not only did he have the amazing
locker room mirrors to feed his sexual appetites (voyeurism being one he
planned to continue to indulge in) but the revelations about the twins and
Oliver only added to his excitement. He’d thought of boys in sexual situations
before but never anything so intense as what he’d witnessed firsthand. But he
couldn't "un-see" what had happened in the locker room earlier that day. Nor
did he want to! If anything, he wished there was some sort of way to copy that
memory from his head and preserve it. He made a mental note to ask Hermione
about it sometime.
WAIT! The camera! He'd forgotten about all the shots he'd taken when spying on
his three teammates. He thought about "developing" the shots right away but
decided to wait, for two reasons. First, his cock was so sore from having
jerked off three times after they were done while we waited for them to leave
the locker room so that he could come out of hiding. (He’d later learn that
this rapid orgasm recovery existed because he was still having them dry.) So he
didn't think he'd need new wanking material for a while. Second, he realized
that there was a flaw in his plan with the album. The Hogwarts dorms were not
exactly the most private and well secured places in the world. His “accidental”
discovery of Colin’s album proved that. He must, under all circumstances, guard
any photos he developed. It would be a betrayal of his friends if he let those
get out and would also spur questions about where he was when they were taken.
The magic mirror would be discovered and his special observation platform would
undoubtedly be destroyed. Not to mention he'd likely be expelled, and possibly
brought up on charges if anyone he photographed decided to make an issue of it.
So, until he could assure absolute secrecy of the album he wanted to create, he
had to keep his shots in the camera lest someone find them. He put that thought
on the back burner and drifted off into a blissful, sexually exhausted, sleep.
The next day was a regular day, full of classes. Harry did his best to stay
focused, but used every spare moment to think about how hook up with Oliver and
the twins. Judging by the conversation he'd heard at the beginning of their
foreplay, he figured it best to start with Oliver. The team captain felt like
he needed to "initiate" Harry into their little group. Fine... Harry would let
him think that's what was happening. The "how" mattered less to him than the
end result, but he needed to play somewhat innocent lest his eavesdropping be
suspected. So that meant that he had to create some kind of sexual situation
with Oliver but have it not be too obvious. It had to appear to be spontaneous
but also could not look completely innocent. If Oliver suspected Harry's
actions were NOT sexual, he might not make his move. Reading between the lines
of the conversation with the twins, Harry guessed that Oliver had probably been
trying to think of ways to mess around with him, but kept chickening out. Harry
was resolved to change that. So much the better if he could have a little extra
fun with the situation. A plan took shape in his head and he put it into action
that afternoon.
Just before the last class of the day Harry saw Oliver in a corridor, also
headed to his last class. "Oliver!" Harry yelled, trying to get his attention.
Oliver turned and came over to Harry. "I've got a class to get to as well, but
could we meet up at the pitch just after? I heard Slytherin cancelled their
practice today and I wanted to work with you on some flying techniques. Figured
we could flit around the stadium a bit."
"Sure, sounds good. I like the idea Harry. I wish everyone else on the team was
as keen on practicing as you are," Oliver said, smiling.
"Great. Oh, yea, don't bother to bring your broom" - Oliver gave him a
quizzical look - "I want us to practice some pretty aggressive maneuvers. So
it'll be easier if we ride together. That way you won't have to try to follow
me in order see what I have in mind. Plus, if you want, you can take a turn
controlling it to help make the lessons really sink in." Harry had chosen his
words carefully. He wanted sexual innuendo in there, but nothing blatant.
“That… that should work. I’ll see you down there in a little while,” said
Oliver as he turned and headed to his last class. Harry smirked after him.
Hearing Oliver tripping over his sentence let Harry know that his innuendos had
the desired effect.
As the last class of the day ended Harry left the classroom quickly. He didn’t
want anyone asking where he was going or whether he wanted to make plans for
the afternoon. As he made he way through the hall towards the exit closest to
the quidditch pitch, he popped into the loo just to make sure he was fully
relieved ahead of his meet up with Oliver. While in the stall a thought struck
him, a devious grin crossed his lips, and he took off his briefs and put them
into this bag, now going commando.
As he left the castle he saw Oliver a bit further down the path heading for the
pitch. He modified his pace to move just a bit faster and got the timing just
right… he caught up to Oliver just a few feet from the entrance to their locker
room.
“Hi Oliver!” he said, a bit louder than normal so that he didn't think Harry
was trying to sneak up on him. Oliver jumped anyway. I wonder what’s going on
in his mind’ Harry thought, with an internal chuckle, as Oliver was jolted out
of his reverie.
“Oh, hi Harry” he replied, smiling that cute smile of his.
“Let’s change into our gear shall we? I want to make sure this will work on
gameday so I figure, the closer we are to those conditions, the better.”
“Good idea” Oliver said.
They went into the locker room and Harry hung up his school robe while Oliver
did the same. Harry then deliberately positioned himself near his locker in
such a way that he was facing away from Oliver, but allowing Harry to see
Oliver’s head due to the position of the mirror in the room. In theory Oliver
could have looked right back at Harry, but he would have had to turn his body a
really far way around or have had to move his head to an odd angle. Harry
gambled, successfully, that Oliver wouldn’t do this.
Harry slowly, and deliberately, began to change. He took off his shirt and put
it in his locker. Then, staying shirtless, he slowly undid the zip and took
down his jeans, exposing himself since he was going commando. He bent forward,
a bit slower than normal, to grab the cuffs and pull them off his legs. He had
a perfect view of Oliver in the mirror across the room and, as he suspected,
Oliver was blatantly staring at his ass. Staring so intently, in fact, that he
froze while he did so; his fingers glued to one of the buttons on his shirt
only halfway undone. Harry made sure to bend completely as the waist, so that
his ass cheeks spread a bit, giving Oliver a full-on view of his hairless
rosebud.
Any sort of outside observer would have quickly noticed that something was off
with the way Harry went about undressing. He was moving far more slowly than
any person normally would in such a situation unless they were deliberately
trying to do a strip tease. (Which of course, was his goal.) But Oliver’s brain
was fogged with lust and this fact was completely lost on him. He came back to
himself a bit and continued to undress, finally removing his shirt, as Harry
came upright again.
But then Harry, after folding his jeans, slowly bent forward again to remove
first one sock, then the other, giving Oliver another quick show, and taking
the opportunity to stare back at his captain’s strong, smooth, and sexy torso
in the mirror since he'd finally taken off his shirt. Not wanting to risk
Oliver catching on to his intentions (not yet at least) Harry put on his gear
at a normal pace. Oliver was brought back down to earth has Harry’s body began
to be covered up again and he put his mind back to his own clothing, hoping
that Harry hadn’t noticed his distraction. Harry of course had… having
engineered the situation completely.
“Ready to head out?” Harry said, turning around to face Oliver when his last
bit of gear was in place. Oliver’s hand quickly darted away from his crotch as
he turned. Despite the uniform, Harry could tell Oliver was sporting a pretty
solid hard-on. ‘Oh, I bet I caught him adjusting himself’ Harry thought.
“One sec!” Oliver blurted, a bit too loudly, having been taken by surprise. He
laced up the last of his gear and tied it off. “OK, let’s go.”
Harry grabbed his broom and they headed outside, stopping at the edge of the
pitch. “OK” Harry said mounting his broom a bit forward of the normal spot,
“hop on behind me.”
“I’ve never ridden a broom as a passenger. So I’m not sure how this is supposed
to work.”
“Me either. Let’s just give it a try and figure it out as we go, OK?”
Oliver hesitated for a moment. Then, without voicing any response, he climbed
onto the broom behind Harry. Once Oliver had settled himself, Harry slid his
way back on the broom so that his ass was right up against Oliver’s crotch. He
was pleased to feel that the older boy’s arousal hadn’t abated at all.
Oliver was worried that Harry would feel his erection and was about to suggest
that they reposition when Harry said “we have treat this like a motorcycle
ride.”
“Like a what?” Oliver questioned.
“Oh, right, you didn’t grow up in the muggle world. Umm… wrap your arms around
me and hold on tight.” Before Oliver could say anything, Harry changed his
posture, leant forward a bit, and sent the broom flying forward and upward a a
very fast pace. Acting on instinct, Oliver followed Harry’s instructions,
grabbing him tightly lest he go flying off the back of the broom. This fit into
Harry’s plans perfectly:the angle at which he leaned forward had the effect of
pushing his butt out behind him at just the right angle and he felt Oliver’s
cock pressed firmly into his crack.
“OK, let me show you what I have in mind” Harry said, rapidly changing the
direction of the broom, weaving in, out, around, up, down, and every way
imaginable. Oliver was somewhat disoriented by this because he wasn’t in
control of the broom; the passenger experience being a new one for him. For a
while he was just along for the ride, pleasantly losing himself in the joy of
flight.
His conscious mind didn’t register what was happening: Harry was flying in a
very clipped-motion flight pattern. This had the effect of constantly shifting
Oliver around so that his body, and by extension his cock, slid against Harry’s
crack, and also forcing him to either hold tight and dry hump the young seeker,
or risk falling off the broom.
This was exactly what Harry had planned. As time passed, Oliver was getting
more and more aroused. After a few minutes, Oliver’s mind got used to being a
passenger and the feelings of lust, which had been somewhat suppressed by the
novelty of the this new experience, made their way to the front of his mind. As
the dry humping noticed continued, Oliver started to moan without even
realizing it.
As the moaning intensified, Harry knew Oliver was getting close. After another
couple of minutes, Oliver came to his senses. He didn’t want Harry to feel his
arousal (as if it wasn’t completely obvious). Also, he didn’t know if Harry was
into boys and was still a bit hesitant about making a move because he didn’t
want to risk taking advantage of Harry. Oh, how blind he was!
“Harry, stop” Oliver said, his voice shaking a bit. Harry stopped the broom,
deliberately hovering 10 feet off the ground at the edge of the pitch near the
stands. He'd chosen this height so that Oliver couldn’t jump off.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, deliberately being coy.
“I… umm… I need to get off.”
“Yea, I know.” Harry said, with a slight laugh in his voice. It was time to
drop the pretense.
“Thanks.” A pause. “Wait? What?” Oliver said… Harry’s double meaning finally
registering.
“I said… I know. It’s obvious that you need to GET OFF. I’ve been able to feel
that for quite some time now.”
Oliver, not quite ready to believe what he was hearing said “what- ?” but Harry
was tired of waiting and wanted to force the issue. He reached back with one
hand and grabbed Oliver’s cock through his uniform trousers, pleased to find it
still rock hard. He started stroking it hard and fast.
Oliver could only moan. His arousal had started when Harry first suggested that
they practice together today. It jumped to a rolling boil when Harry stripped
in front of him in the locker room a little while ago and had stayed pretty
much at that level while his cock continuously ground into Harry during their
flight.
“I think you’re SO hot Oliver.” Harry said, continuing to stroke the boy whose
mind, and inhibitions, were melting under Harry’s firm strokes. “I’ve had a
crush on you for a while now. I get hard picturing you naked… picturing the
things we would do together.”
That’s all it took. Oliver didn’t just go off the edge, he flew across it,
moaning loudly as he did so and shuddering against Harry. The load in his balls
had been churning for a while and when he came it was a big load. It soaked
through both layers of fabric and Harry felt the stickiness on his fingers, not
minding at all.
Oliver came back down to earth, literally and figuratively, as his feet touched
the ground. While his mind was still reeling from the orgasm, Harry had shifted
his body slightly so that the broom slowly floated to the ground. As soon as he
got his footing Oliver spun Harry around the pulled to boy’s face to his own,
kissing him deeply. Harry melted into the kiss, loving every second, and he
reached into Oliver's trousers to feel his cock for real, and teased him with
the palm of his hand while they made out.
“Thanks Harry, that was amazing.”
“Yea, for me too.”
There was a pause as they both stood there, holding on to each other, while
Oliver caught his breath. Harry saw his expression change as a thought occurred
to him: “Hey, let me ask you something. How-” Oliver gestured at the pitch “was
this flight pattern supposed to help our team’s strategy?”
Harry laughed. Oliver had a one track mind sometimes. Harry withdrew his now
cum covered hand from Oliver's trousers. “It wasn’t. That’s not the real reason
I brought you out here” Harry said, a huge and self satisfied grin plastered on
his face.
“Oh, you cheeky bugger” Oliver said cheerfully, realizing he’d been duped but
not really minding all that much considering how things turned out. “OK. I, uh,
should get cleaned up I think” Oliver said, looking down at his cum soaked
uniform trousers and Harry's hand.
“Yea. Let’s go back to the locker room and… get showered” Harry said, raising
one of his brows. He then put his hand, sticky with Oliver’s load, up to his
face and sniffed. This was his first personal experience with cum and he liked
the smell it gave off. While Oliver watched, he tentatively put his fingers in
his mouth and licked them clean, meeting Oliver’s eyes as his did so. As the
taste unfolded in his mouth he smiled. “This is soooo good. Do you always taste
like this?” Harry asked, licking his palm and the back of his hand to get all
of Oliver's load.
“Oh my GOD Harry. OK, yea, let’s get showered, as you put it” a quick laugh. “I
have some strategy suggestions of my own to discuss with you while we’re in
there” the suggestive sarcasm coming through clearly.
“Oh, really?!” Harry asked, immediately picking up on Oliver’s suggestion and
excited by the prospect of having more fun with him. Harry himself had been
hard for a while now and was also eager to get off.
As Harry carried his broom, Oliver threw his arm around Harry’s shoulders and
they turned and headed off the pitch back to the locker room.
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Harry and Oliver were so caught up with each other that they hadn’t been very
aware of their surroundings. They assumed that the pitch would be empty. But
one member of the Slytherin team hadn’t heard about the practice being
cancelled and had come down to the pitch anyway.
Draco Malfoy arrived just has Oliver was climbing on the back of Harry’s broom.
He didn’t know quite what was happening but was sure he didn’t want his house
rivals to see him. So he quickly darted under the stands and found a spot where
he could spy on their flying without being seen, careful to not make a sound
lest he give his presence away.
Interestingly enough, his first thought was exactly what Harry had wanted
Oliver to believe: that the pair were practicing some new flying patterns for
their team. Draco was excited about the possibility of seeing this so that he
could figure out a counter-strategy and beat them at their own game. But as
Potter’s pattern unfolded, Draco was baffled by the flight path he was seeing.
It had no rhyme or reason to it. And Potter’s stance on the broom was... odd.
Draco had never flown that way nor had he seen anyone else do so. It was almost
has if Potter was deliberately pushing himself into the other’s crotch. Could
that be… on purpose?
He watched for the next several minutes, his suspicions growing as Harry’s
posture remained unchanged through their flight. When Harry brought the broom
to a halt, Draco couldn’t believe his luck. They were hovering about 10 feet
off the ground at the edge of the pitch, almost directly in front of his hiding
spot under the stands. When Oliver started speaking Draco wasn’t close enough
to hear their conversation, just a very faint mumbling at the edge of his
hearing range. But they were still close enough for the blond to clearly see
the pair as they hovered.
When Harry reached behind himself and began the unmistakable motions of wanking
Oliver, Draco only just managed to keep the gasp in his throat from escaping.
Oliver’s moan was much louder than their conversation had been and, as if it
wasn’t already clear, proved that Harry was in fact stroking his captain.
Draco grew hard instantly. While he had no great love for Gryffindor, the two
boys in front of him were unmistakably good looking. The fact that they were
wearing quidditch gear only made it that much hotter. And seeing them together
like this was just so… he was at a loss for words to describe how aroused he
was. It was similar to the arousal he’d felt after his own teammates has coated
most of his face and chest with their jizz during house initiation.
Draco needed to touch himself badly, but didn’t want to risk even the slightest
sound. He wanted to see how this played out and didn’t want to risk an
interruption. Plus, there were two of them and he was worried they might hex
him badly if they discovered his presence. So he watched the, alas brief, few
moments of Harry stroking Oliver unfold before him, and felt his cock throb
even more when Oliver pulled Harry into a passionate kiss after they touched
the ground.
He continued his silence as he watched them. He almost lost his silent
composure again though, as he saw Potter move his hand from his Captain’s cum
soaked trousers and lick his fingers clean! Draco had quickly learned that he
absolutely LOVED the taste of cum. And he wanted more! He was jealous of Harry
for getting to eat the load of one of the hottest boys in school.
The pair turned and headed towards their team’s locker room. After they were
out of sight he made himself count to 30 be completely sure they were inside
and also out of earshot. As soon as he was done counting, still standing in his
hiding spot under the stands, he dropped his trousers, spit in his hand, and
started jerking away in a furious blur. At the same time he used his other hand
to tease his hole. He'd seen his teammates do that to each other while they
were in front of him and while he'd never been fucked, it played a prominent
role in his wanking fantasies.
He orgasmed in less than a minute, steadying himself on the structure of the
stands as a low moan escaped his lips. Truth be told, he was surprised it took
that long given the hot scene he'd just witnessed.
Draco came down from his orgasm and tucked his deflating cock back into this
pants. His orgasms were still dry, so there was nothing to clean up to hide the
fact that he’d been there. He started collecting himself to head back to the
castle, mind already starting to think of ways to use the juicy little secret
he’d just discovered.
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***** Oliver finally gets his wish *****
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When Oliver and Harry got back into the locker room they started making out
immediately. Kisses were tentative for a moment while each boy found his
footing but grew intensely passionate in almost no time. Both were hot for each
other as the abrupt end to their flight has just demonstrated a minute ago.
They broke their kissing only for a few seconds at a clip while they quickly
shucked all the clothes and gear they were wearing. When they were fully naked
their hands roamed all over the other’s body. Harry’s ministrations were a bit
slower and more cautious as this was new to him. He’d very much enjoyed Colin
sucking him off, but the younger blond had orgasmed very quickly after Harry
and there hadn’t been as much lead up to that encounter.
What Harry and Oliver were doing now was so much more engrossing, so more
EROTIC. He loved the foreplay; letting his hands roam around his captain’s body
and feeling the smooth and nearly flawless skin on his fingertips. He rubbed
him all over: back, arms, shoulders... whatever he could lay his hands on.
Caressing Oliver’s balls lightly with the tips of his fingers elicited a moan.
Oliver did the same to Harry, and got the same response. They both quickly
honed in on the other’s crotch and alternated between jerking the cock in front
of them, playing with ball-sacks, and teasing the other’s hole.
After a few minutes of this Oliver broke the kiss and stepped back slightly.
"Let’s get cleaned up a bit, OK?"
"Sure" agreed Harry.
They started up one of the shower heads (there was no way they weren’t sharing)
and got it to the right temperature. They continued their foreplay by soaping
each other up and rinsing off parts of their bodies while still lighting
kissing each other every few seconds. Every time Harry looked into Oliver’s
eyes it was clear that the older boy had the hots for him. Harry felt the same
way and hoped that Oliver saw the same longing reflected back from his own
eyes.
They stayed under the water for a little while, even after they were both
squeaky clean, just enjoying the sensations. Oliver looked over at his teammate
and paused to catch his gaze.
"Harry... do you... do you... know what rimming is?" Oliver asked, betraying a
bit of hesitation in his voice.
'He’s still worried that he’s taking advantage of me, Harry thought. I need him
to get past that.' "Yes" Harry replied. "I’ve never done it but I know exactly
what it is. Oliver... I really REALLY want you" he said, grabbing the other
boy’s cock and wanking him lightly to drive the point home. "I want to do
everything with you. I want you to show me how good it all can feel."
By the expression he saw play across Oliver’s face over the next few seconds he
could tell that his comments had the desired effect. The hesitation disappeared
completely and only a lustful smile remained on Oliver's face.
"Turn around" Oliver said, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulder and lightly
nudging him in the direction he wanted, facing the shower room wall. Harry
complied, placing his hands flat against the tile. Oliver stood behind and
wrapped his arms around Harry to pull them together. He nipped lightly at
Harry’s ear and ground his cock into his seeker’s ass crack. Harry moaned,
feeling the very hard cock tease his rosebud. Then he suddenly felt a tingling
in and around his ass as Oliver cast a spell towards it. He hadn’t even
realized that Oliver had brought his wand into the shower, he’d been that
caught up in the moment. Harry recognized the spell as one he’d heard Oliver
use on the twins, sure that the light tingling sensation that was quickly
dissipating meant that he was now pristinely clean inside and out.
Oliver put his wand aside on one of the soap dishes and stepped back slightly,
pulling Harry’s hips with him, causing Harry to lean forward a bit, hands still
flat against the tile wall. Oliver ran his tongue down Harry's neck... then his
spine... slowly going lower down the smooth pale torso in front of him and
coming down to his knees has he did so. As the hot tongue traced lower and
lower, Harry guessed what was coming and his hole puckered in anticipation as
Oliver slowly tasted the length of his spine.
When his tongue reached the small of Harry’s back and began to enter the cleft
of his ass cheeks Harry subconsciously widened his stance to allow his partner
access. Oliver picked up on this, smiled inwardly and drew out the last few
inches, taking his time as he moved lower. His tongue finally made its way
through Harry’s crack and brushed his rosebud.
"HUH! OH!" Harry cried, overwhelmed by the sensations that Oliver’s tongue was
eliciting. Oliver shot his tongue across the opening several more times.
"OhOhMerlinFuckFuckYesDon’tStopDon’tSTOP!" Harry shouted, his voice cracking,
as Oliver's tongue continued lapping at Harry's most intimate area. Sound
continued coming from the younger boy but it lost all cohesiveness, the
sensation was that delightfully overpowering. Spurred on, and aroused even more
heavily by Harry’s moans, Oliver put his hands on each cheek to spread them
wider and attacked the pink hairless sphincter with abandon. His tongue poked,
prodded, swirled, flicked, and slurped the gorgeous hole as though he’d been
poisoned and Harry’s tightness held the antidote.
As Oliver continued eating him out, Harry knees slowly buckled and he slid to
the shower room floor. Not wanting the wonderful sensations from his ass to
stop, his instincts took over and he positioned himself with elbows on the
floor, hands coming together in front, creating a resting place for his
forehead. His knees were wide apart on the floor, thrusting his ass into the
air, instinctively seeking out more attention from Oliver’s hot mouth. The hot
stud of a team captain did not disappoint. He slid back slightly to give Harry
room and moved with him, barely pausing in his efforts as the boy repositioned
himself to give even better access to his hairless bum.
Oliver, now on all fours behind him, continued licking the hole of his year-
long crush for several more minutes, then pulled back. He reached around to
play with Harry’s hardness and licked the index finger of his other hand.
While he certainly enjoyed the wanking he now getting, Harry’s ass still craved
attention. "Oliver... please don’t stop" he pleaded.
"Oh I’m not" he said with a bit of teasing in his tone. "See?" he asked,
placing his digit against Harry’s well lubed rosebud. He pushed in,
deliberately, but not forcefully. "Just relax" he coached Harry.
The younger boy did so and Oliver’s finger slid all the way in. Oliver paused
for a moment to let Harry get used to the new sensation then began slowing
finger fucking him, triggering a fresh set of moans. Though Harry couldn’t see
it, head down and sticking his ass in the air, Oliver was grinning lustfully at
him. He was already thinking ahead to all the fun that he and Harry (and maybe
the twins?) would have together.
Oliver curled his finger downward searching for just the right stop.
"What are you... OH FUCK!" Harry cried out as Oliver found it, throwing his
head back, eyes shutting tightly as his brain was fogged by the overpowering
sensation of having his g-spot stimulated for the first time. "What was THAT?!"
"That’s your g-spot Harry" Oliver said, pressing it couple of more times with
his finger, getting a gentle moan each time. "You like that, do you?" he asked,
already knowing the answer.
"Merlin yes." Harry cried, barely comprehensible. Oliver began wanking Harry
quickly while the finger on his other hand continued poking and prodding
constantly at the magic spot inside. This brought Harry over the edge in less
than a minute. He moaned loudly when he came, body shuddering with spasms as
the dry orgasm overtook him. Oliver could feel that it lasted a while as the
sphincter pulsated around his finger for quite some time.
As his climax faded, Harry collapsed to the floor, still cooing from the
amazing pleasure Oliver had just given him. Finally, Oliver could stand it no
longer. He spit into his hand and starting stroking himself furiously, the
images and sensations of the last hour flooding his mind. Within 30 seconds he
shot an enormous load all over the splayed out boy in front of him. Several
shots flew so far that they went a couple of feet past Harry’s head to land on
the floor past him. Despite that, a massive amount of cum still sprayed across
Harry’s ass, back, shoulders, and into the hair on the back of his head.
Oliver was breathing heavily as his orgasm overtook him. As it subsided and his
breathing began to slow, he half-collapsed onto Harry’s back, smearing his cum
between himself and his lover. He lay there for a few moments still panting
while Harry did the same, both boys waiting for their pulse and breathing to
slow enough so that they could move.
As his energy came back to him, Oliver opened his eyes saying "Wow. I’ve wanted
to so that for so long. Thank you Harry."
"Uh huh" Harry agreed, the smile clearly present in his voice even though
Oliver couldn’t see it from where he lay on top of him. "That was pretty
incredible... feeling you do all that to me" he replied.
"It was pretty fun to WATCH too" said a third voice from the entrance to the
shower room.
Both boys jerked in surprise and scrambled to their hand and knees, looking
towards the source of the unexpected sound. They were greeted by the sight of
the Fred and George Weasley, each with identical smirks.
"It certainly was George" his brother replied. "Good show mates" he said and
they both broke out into light applause knowing this would only add to the
teasing and discomfort of their two naked teammates.
"Oh... you bloody wankers!" yelled Oliver. The adrenaline surge trigger by the
alarm at the intrusion quickly faded as he realized he wasn’t in danger. It was
quickly followed by a full body blush as embarrassment overtook him. Harry was
going through a similar emotional roller coaster.
"From what I just saw, you’re the wanker" Fred retorted. Both twins chuckled at
his joke.
"How long were you watching us?" Harry asked.
"Oh, a little while now. We came in as you were sliding the floor Harry. You
were facing the far wall and Oliver only had eyes for your cute little bum-"
"Sod off" Oliver yelled, but the anger was gone from his voice. Oliver knew
they were busted and so figured he’d just roll with it.
"-and between that, the shower running, and the blood pounding in your ears I
doubt you were have heard us even if we’d blasted the door down" he finished.
"So... looks like you finally got your wish, eh Oliver?" asked George.
Harry had also quickly come to the conclusion that there was no point in trying
to deny what had just happened. In fact, he was actually really happy that the
twin had "caught" them. He wondered how the cute gingers might enter the
picture once he’d broken the ice with Oliver but hadn’t worked out how to rope
them into a sexual encounter. Now he didn’t have to. However, he didn’t want to
let on that this has been his plan all along. So he played dumb in order to
allow this to run its course.
"Oliver..." Harry said, turning to him, "what’s George mean by that?"
"Well... Harry..." Oliver said after some hesitation, "I’ve had my eye on you
for a while but we wanted to wait until you were a bit older-"
"We?!" Harry exclaimed, giving Oliver a look and then glaring over at the
twins. Now it was their turn to look embarrassed. They wouldn’t meet his gaze.
"Yea" Oliver finally said. "The three of us have been having sex for a couple
of years now. When you came here as a first year we immediately noticed how
cute you were when you joined the team and we saw you in the locker room. I
thought it best to wait until you were in your second year before we tried
anything."
"So, the three of you have discussed YOUR plans for MY sexual initiation?"
Harry said, deliberately trying to lay a guilt trip on them.
None of them responded right away. Finally, Oliver spoke up, "Yea. And it
sounds bad when I hear you say it like that. Sorry for going behind your back."
"I’ll say!" Harry nearly shouted. He paused for a moment. Then he drew his hand
back and spanked Oliver has hard as he could. This caused the boy to shoot
forward a bit and cry out in pain as he instinctively grabbed his ass and
rubbed it in surprise. He hadn’t seen it coming.
Harry dropped his pretense of anger and let out a chuckle. "I wish you’d done
this a YEAR ago" he said with a bright smile on his face.
A second later the twins nearly collapsed in a fit of laughter and Oliver soon
joined them. "Good one mate" said George. "You really had us going there."
"See, you guys aren’t the only practical jokers around here" Harry teased.
"Now, if you’re quite finished spying on us I think we should-"
"Merlin!" Fred shouted. "Speaking of spying... George, we forgot about him!"
"Wow, that’s right" he exclaimed, turning towards the door.
"What are you talking about?" asked Oliver.
"We’ll show you. Be right back" Fred said, also turning. They both darted back
into the changing area and outside before either of two naked boys could
inquire further. Harry and Oliver shared a look and slowly got to their feet
(they were still coming down from the post orgasmic high they’d both just
shared). They were just crossing the threshold from the shower room into the
changing area when the twins burst back in from outside, carrying a heavy
burden between them.
They dropped the bundle to the floor, closing (and locking) the door behind
them. Harry looked down and after a moment recognized that under the pile of
very ruffled robes was Draco Malfoy, blindfolded, bound, and seemingly
unconscious.
"We brought you a present" the two redheads exclaimed in unison.
"Well now, what are we going to do with him?" Harry asked to no one in
particular. Then a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "I have an idea" he
said, looking up. He teammates smiled back. "Oh... do tell" said George.
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***** Draco gets a rude awakening *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry and Oliver help deal with the 'present' the twins have brought
     them.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K Rowling. Copyright belongs to
J.K Rowling.
It's been while since my last chapter I realize. I want to story to unfold in
such a way that the characters can have certain relationships as things
progress. It's taken me a while to work out how best to do that. I've finally
got a solid story arc in mind and that's allowed me to progress with the
writing. Key thing, I remain firm in my belief that EVERY chapter of the story
have good eroticism in it, and preferably outright smut. Hope you enjoy.
Kudos, but especially detailed comments and praise, will help keep my creative
juices flowing (pun intended). I appreciate the feedback you've been all been
sending and I HAVE been reading all messages. Please keep them coming. Several
of you have also been sharing some of your own fantasies of the HP universe and
a few of them have inspired some of my ideas. Don't hesitate to keep sharing. I
will say that I'm not inclined towards bi-sexual encounters nor anything brown/
red/yellow and I don't intend to include that in these stories. (No judgement,
just not my cup of tea.)
My goal is to get over 100k hits on this story. So, that will mean more
chapters to come. Hopefully many more. There's still lots I want to do with
this story. As I've said, constructive criticism and suggestions for specific
plot points are welcomed. Caladan10 at tutanota dot com to email me feedback.
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"So, what do you have in mind mate?" George asked.
"First, tell me where and how you found him. And... why you stunned him." As
the twins took on puzzled expressions Harry added "Oh, I'm sure he probably
deserved it. I'm just curious." Their expressions changed into smiles.
"Oh he certainly deserved it. Even more than usual. And you BOTH should be glad
we found him when we did" continued George, looking pointedly at both Harry and
Oliver. Harry glanced over at his captain and they shared a look. He had a
feeling what was coming next.
Fred continued, recounting what the twins had just been up to. They'd also
heard about the Slytherin team cancelling practice but were surprised to see
Malfoy heading down to the pitch anyway. They figured one of two things: either
the team was still going to practice and wanted to do so in secret (in which
case they could spy on them) or Malfoy hadn't heard and they'd be able to make
fun of him for showing up to an empty field. A plus either way.
They followed him at a healthy distance and watched as he suddenly ducked
behind the stands. Seeing this they also cautiously approached, not wanting to
give themselves away. They were able to spot where Malfoy was hiding and, at
the same time, also see what he was looking at.
Oliver broke in, "So you saw..."
"Harry wanking you in mid-air?" Fred said, phrasing it like a question to
nettle Oliver a bit.
"And then slurping your cum from his fingers?" finished George.
"You bet we did. That was quite a show you both put on" Fred continued. "We
were both rather pleased with the performance. As it turns out though, that
show was just a preview for the main event here in the showers." Their smirks
turned to grins as they watched the faces of both Harry and Oliver flush red
with embarrassment. "But, no joking mates, we can keep a secret. Plus, we'd
love to help with the next performance." Fred and George pulled their robes
aside, revealing throbbing erections bulging out from underneath their
trousers.
While showing no outward sign, Harry was instantly relieved. He'd been wanting
to join his teammate's sexual circle without giving away the mirror. Now, quite
by accident, that had been accomplished by the twins themselves.
"Anyway" George said, taking over the narrative from his twin, "once you both
headed back inside we began to make our way over to the little blond git,
moving carefully so that he couldn't hear us. But it turns out we didn't have
too much to worry about."
"Oh?" Oliver said, giving them a quizzical look.
"Yea, Malfoy here had his mind elsewhere. After you both left the pitch, he
dropped trow and started wanking himself so hard we thought he might pull his
cock off."
"Really?" Harry asked. He was not all that surprised given what he's seen
Malfoy do after his initiation in his team's locker room. But he didn't want to
give away what he knew to Oliver, Fred, and George.
"And that's not all. While we was wanking, he was fingering his hole. So, he
was clearly turned on by watching you two and this means he's bent, just like
us."
"Well" said Oliver, "this IS interesting. What do we do with this little gem?
Blackmail him?"
"And pump him for money. You know his family can afford it" Fred added.
"No, let's see just how hot this little ass is" countered George.
As they debated about what they'd do with Malfoy, the wheels in Harry's head
started turning. He didn't want to expose Malfoy. Despite the fact that he was
a total git, he was still cute. In fact, if he was really honest with himself,
Harry had started to be drawn to Malfoy physically by the end of last term. And
maybe... just maybe... they could change him. But he'd never go about this
willingly.
Harry needed help to pull this off; help from his friends in the locker room.
But they had their own ideas and he had to find a way to satisfy THEIR needs to
pull one over on Malfoy. A plan was forming in Harry's mind. But he'd have to
go about it carefully to get them to go along.
"Guys!" he declared sharply, to get their attention. They all cut off
midsentence and looked at him expectantly.
"What if we could bring him into our group?" All three of them look at him in
surprise. "Think about it. He's pretty cute." He saw Fred start to speak and
added "when he's not being a total git which, admittedly, is pretty much all
the time." Fred relaxed. "I think it's worth trying."
"Maybe... but we'll need an insurance policy" Fred said.
"And we'll have to outsmart him or trick him in some way" Oliver added. At
Harry's quizzical look he added "Think about it. He's a Slytherin. He won't go
for this unless he respects us. The best way to get his respect is to out
maneuver him. Let him know that we can be just as sneaky."
That made sense. The four of them worked together to formulate a plan. Harry
was really amazed at how quickly it came together and, even more, how quickly
they agreed to his idea about winning Malfoy over. He wasn't sure if they were
following their heads or their cocks, but he didn't really care.
"OK... how much time before he wakes up from that stunning spell?" Harry asked.
"About another hour" said Fred.
"OK, that should be enough time for us to go back to our dorms and get that we
need. Oliver, can you stay here and watch him?"
"Sure."
"Great. While you're at it, put down some sheets and cushioning on this bench
to make it feel like a cot in the hospital wing. Doesn't need to be that close.
Just enough to fool him for a few minutes when he wakes up."
"Will do. Now run guys, the clock is ticking."
Harry and the twins left the locker room and headed back to the castle at a
healthy jog. Seeing neither Filch nor any teachers, they kept jogging as they
entered the castle and headed for their dorms. They stopped just down the hall
from the fat lady's portrait to catch their breath. They didn't want to arouse
suspicion among those in the common room.
They gave the password and went in. A few students were there and Harry saw
Ron, who was engrossed in a game of wizard chess and didn't look up. That
suited Harry fine. He didn't want to have to lie to Ron about what we was up to
and he was nowhere near as good at deception as the twins were.
He went to his room to get his camera and gather a few things together, and
then headed back downstairs. He saw Hermione talking to a few of the girls. He
picked up his pace as he went by. She saw him and said hello as he passed,
barely looking away from her conversation. He returned the hello and kept on.
The twins were already back in the locker room by the time Harry arrived. "Wow,
you guys got here fast!" Harry said.
"We know how to get things out of our secret compartments quickly" George said.
Fred elbowed him, and George realized what he'd given away. 'So, they had a
stash somewhere' Harry thought.
"Don't worry. I can keep a secret too. That's what friends do, eh?" Harry
asked. They both smiled.
"Right o' mate" said Fred.
Turning his attention to the bench (dressed up like a hospital cot) Harry
checked out Oliver's handwork. "Nice job Oliver!" Harry admired. He had put
down a layer of towels on the three-foot-wide wooden bench that sat in front of
the lockers along one wall and covered that with a sheet. Malfoy laid on top of
it, still unconscious, wearing almost nothing. Oliver had left their rival a
small shred of dignity. At Harry's quizzical look...
"There's no way they'd strip him naked in the hospital. Hell, they usually
don't strip you at ALL."
"I like it anyway. But yea, we'll have to think of something to cover for
that."
"Here, while you're thinking, put this on him" Fred said, handing Harry
something, which turned out to be a long piece of black silk. They'd brought
this as a blindfold for Malfoy's eyes. 'And they just happened to have THIS
lying around?' Harry thought sarcastically. There were lots of things about the
twins that he had yet to learn it seemed.
For now, Harry did as instructed and put it over his rival's head. Once on, it
made an interesting, and rather attractive contrast with the boy's light blond
hair and alabaster skin. And, coincidentally, exactly matched the color and
material of his briefs. 'Black silk briefs!?' Harry has first thought when we
came back and saw Malfoy laid out wearing just his undies. 'Only a rich ponce
like him would wear those.' But the more he thought about it, the more
intrigued he became. What must it feel like to have your bits encased in silk
all day? They'd probably feel amazing but he wasn't sure how practical they
were. He'd probably have a non-stop erection if we wore something like that. It
would be a distraction at best, a constant source of embarrassment in the
hallways at worst. Anyway, back to the task at hand.
"Got my camera all set Fred?" Harry asked turning to him. He nodded, having
finished his casting on the device. "Good, get a few shots of him in like this
before I put the sheet back over. He looks so peaceful. And so... vulnerable"
Harry said, almost whispering the last part. He wasn't sure why that made him
so turned on, but it did. He watched as the redhead snapped a few shots of the
blond, the camera working well under the silencing charm that Fred has cast on
it. "Nice job Fred. It's completely quiet now."
"This charm isn't permanent, but it'll last for a least a few hours. George and
I use these on our shoes when we go skulking about." Harry filed that away for
future reference.
"Ok, he's probably going to wake up soon. Are we all set with the potion?"
Harry asked George.
"Yes, got both of them ready" he replied.
"Good. Wait... BOTH?"
"Yes. In addition to the veritaserum to make him spill the beans, we're also
giving him a stimulant."
"Oh, good idea. He's going to still be light headed from the stunning so
that'll help him wake up."
"Umm... Yea..." George continued after a slight pause. "It'll definitely do
that too. But this potion is really known for being the OTHER type of
stimulant" he said, smiling, and looking at Harry expectantly.
It took a moment to understand what he meant. "Oh!" he said, face shifting into
a grin, which caused George to smile bigger as he saw Harry on the uptake. "So
it's like Viagra?"
"Vi-aga-what?" George asked.
"Yes, Harry" Oliver quickly interjected. "One of my squib neighbors has a TV
and I've see the commercials." Turning to the twins, "it's a pill that does the
same thing as this potion. Muggles have just invented something the wizarding
community has had for centuries."
"I guess dad doesn't tell us EVERYTHING he learns about the muggle world"
George said to his brother. "I wonder where else he's holding out on us?"
"Where did you get that potion and WHY do you have it?" asked Harry.
"Oh, we can keep a few secrets, can't we?" Fred asked playfully.
"Anyway" Oliver said, clearing his throat to bring them back to the task at
hand, "shall I do the talking at first? I can do a pretty good impression of
Madam Pomfrey. I've spent enough time in the hospital wing from quidditch
injuries that I've gotten to hear her voice a lot. That combined with the re-
speaking spell should make it pretty convincing."
"Good idea" said the twins in unison.
Harry then continued, "Malfoy, whatever his faults, isn't stupid. So he'll
figure out pretty quickly that he's not in the hospital wing. He may try to
leave once he sees us and sees where he is. The fact that he's just in his
briefs may delay that instinct for a bit but not long. So let's keep him
talking and off balance. We've got his clothes and wand in a locker, so he
won't be able to come at us magically. And I know you three are stronger. So as
long as we're not surprised, I think we're OK there.
Once he discovers that we've tricked him, I'd like to do the talking from
there. At least at first. I've... been poking around a bit and have learned and
overheard from some things about the Slytherin team that I think we can use
to... bring him around." Harry figured he was going to have to tell them about
the mirror, eventually, but he still wanted to avoid it until absolutely
necessary.
"What have you heard about the Slytherin team?" asked Oliver.
Harry read his captain's mind. "Nothing about game play or tactics. Just stuff
about the post-game locker room."
"Oh? What did you hear? And WHERE?" asked Fred.
"I can have a few secrets, can't I?" Harry playfully shot back.
"Touché"
Malfoy let out a small groan and began moving his arms and legs a bit, coming
out of the stunning spell the twins had put on him. "Quick" whispered Fred,
"everyone strip down. If this goes well, we will want to be ready." With that,
all three stripped down to just their underclothes; Harry to his white briefs
and the other three boys to their boxer shorts. 'I wonder why most of the older
boys wear boxers? I'll need to look into that later' Harry thought as he
stripped off everything but his briefs, glad that the locker room was kept
warm.
Oliver cast a quick spell and then held his wand to this throat.
"Are you awake Mr. Malfoy?" the voice coming from Oliver's mouth a perfect
imitation of Madam Pomfrey.
"Whaa... what?" he asked softly, still groggy from the spell.
"Ah, sounds like you're awake" the voice of Pomfrey continued. "That was a
nasty stun you got hit with."
"Stun I got hit with? Wait, what's this?" he asked, reaching for the blindfold.
"Best keep that on." He hands paused. "The stunning spell left you very
sensitive to light. That'll protect your eyes until it wears off. Here, these
will help your headache go away make you feel better." Malfoy came up slightly
on his elbows. Oliver proffered first one vial, then the other, to the still
blindfolded Malfoy, as he reached his hand up. Oliver was careful to hold them
by the very top and place them into Malfoy's hands in such a way that their
fingers never touched. Oliver's hands weren't massive, but they certainly
weren't feminine either. Their unknowing captive drank both potions fully,
helped by the fact that neither potion had an unpleasant taste.
Malfoy started to get his wits about him as he came more awake. When his hands
came to rest on top of the sheets he seemed to realize his state of undress
under the covers.
"Wait... where are my clothes?"
The potions needed a bit more time to take effect, so in an attempt to side
track his thinking, Oliver quickly shot back with a question: "You were found
unconscious down by the pitch. What were you doing there?" This would have the
effect of, he hoped, both distracting Malfoy and perhaps giving some
indications of what he has planned to do with the information he now had about
Harry and Oliver.
"I was heading down there for Quidditch practice and when I got there I saw..."
he trailed off.
"You saw what?"
"Um... That someone had left a bludger out" Malfoy replied. "I started to look
around for the storage box and then everything went black."
The four boys watching him from the other side of his blindfold knew he was
lying. The stunning spell wouldn't have clouded his memory. So... at least they
knew that he hadn't planned to out Harry and Oliver immediately. But whether,
if, and how he planned to use what he'd seen they couldn't yet guess. However,
he might not know that the twins had seem him wanking to the sight of Harry and
Oliver's mid-air fun.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked again.
"This is how they brought you to the hospital wing."
"They?"
"The Weasley twins" came the feminine reply, the spell still in place over
Oliver's voice box. Oliver looked over at Fred and George with a wink, and put
his finger to his mouth briefly to remind them to keep quiet. "Yes, they said
that they'd found you like this out near the pitch."
"Missing most of my clothes?" he replied.
"That's what they said. I though perhaps they might be pulling one of their
pranks when I saw that you were wearing a rather... interesting choice of
briefs..."
"Those actually ARE mine. Black silk briefs are all I wear." Malfoy said. He
immediately blushed, surprised at himself for having blurted that out so
readily. 'Well, the truth serum seems to have taken effect' thought Harry as he
and the other three barely held in their sniggers at this little morsel of
knowledge, and at the blond's embarrassment. A glance down at his briefs showed
that the other potion was taking effect as well.
"Urgh! Those ginger twats! They probably STOLE my clothes. Merlin! They
probably stunned me too!"
"MISTER MALFOY" came the nurse's voice. "You will watch you tone!"
"My TONE? I've been attacked! And all you care about... with your potions..."
he pulled the sheet of his body and sat up, legs over the side of the bench,
"and your blindfold" he angrily continued, hands coming up to the cloth on his
face, "is that... wait..." he felt the silk blindfold. "Is this SILK?! Why
would the hospital wing have..." he questioned, peeling the blind fold off.
Malfoy cut off sharply as his vision ceased being blocked. He immediately saw
that he was in a locker room and he saw the four, rather cute, boys around him
in a similar state of undress.
"Ginger twats Malfoy? Is that the best you can come up with?" George teased.
"You? What? What IS this?" he shouted. As the reality of where he was and what
had just happened sunk in, he was too stunned to move. That suited the
Gryffindor's plan just fine.
"You were right though" George continued. "We WERE the ones that stunned you."
"How dare you do that to me..."
"How dare you SPY on ME" Harry cut in. Malfoy stopped short.
"The twins caught you spying on Oliver and me." A slight pause why he let that
sink. "And they also caught you, literally, with your pants down after we went
inside." Malfoy's face went from annoyed to mortified. "Yep... they saw it all.
The wanking, and how you teased your ass while you went at it. So... now we
also know you're gay. Admit it, you like boys, DON'T YOU?!" Harry said,
accusingly.
Malfoy's instinct was to deny it. Deny all of it. But the veritaserum was in
full effect. So while he meant to say no, what came out of his lips almost
immediately was "yes." His face showed surprise, then went back to
mortification at what he'd just confessed. And to his rival no less.
"You liked watching us, didn't you? You liked seeing two boys making out,
grinding against each other."
"Yes."
"You were hard watching us. You couldn't even wait to go back to your dorm, you
were so hard. You had to jerk off, right there under the stands."
"Yes."
"But you can't cum yet?"
"No."
"And you thought about getting fucked, didn't you? That's why you teased your
hole like that. You really want to get fucked?"
"Yes." With each passing minute, and with each confession, Malfoy's resolve and
resistance were shrinking. His fight against the truth serum was getting weaker
and weaker.
"But you've never been fucked, have you? You still have a virgin ass?"
"Yes."
A thought struck Harry. "Were you jealous, watching us?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I wanted to be the one licking up Oliver's load. I... I love the taste of
cum."
PERFECT! Harry thought. This is where he needed things to go. His plan was
unfolding as he'd hoped. Some careful maneuvering ought to do the trick.
"If you can't cum yet... how do you know you like the taste?"
Malfoy renewed his fight against the truth serum. He didn't respond for a few
seconds, but eventually that effort to fight it failed as well. "My teammates"
he said, a bit embarrassed, eyes dropping to the floor. "They said it was an
initiation ritual. They put me on my knees and froze me, and shot all over me."
Harry paused for a minute to let his teammates process everything they'd heard.
Also, he needed to make it seem like these questions were spontaneous, even
though he'd planned out most in his head already.
"So... that means that even though they thought they were hazing you, you
actually enjoyed it?" Harry said, phrasing it as a question.
Malfoy's gaze shot up to meet Harry's eyes. "How did you know that?!" he said,
perhaps not realizing what he'd just confessed.
Again, this was exactly the way Harry had hoped this would unfold. He allowed
him to keep his secret. "I didn't until you just told me" he replied to the
blond.
Malfoy cringed, realizing how he'd just been duped. That feeling took the last
bit of calm he had. Panic started to well up inside him. "Please, PLEASE! Don't
tell anyone. I'll do anything" he pleaded, almost sobbing, eyes returning to
the floor.
Harry had laid out a plan to his teammates before Malfoy had woken up. After
Harry had confessed that he thought Malfoy was cute, George had made a similar
confession. Fred and Oliver also agreed after they'd thought about it for a
bit. So, as per their earlier conversation, this confession from the blond was
enough for them to be satisfied in their revenge. They didn't want to FORCE him
into anything or to resort to blackmail. They just wanted to keep THEIR secret
safe. They didn't feel the need to use the Slytherin's secret against him; the
hypocrisy of that was just too strong for any of them. Even though he probably
wouldn't have done the same in their place.
Fred took over their questioning to see whether the second part of their plan
could work. "Malfoy?" Fred asked. No response. "Malfoy?" he asked again,
snapping him out of it. "You were thinking about blackmailing Harry, weren't
you?"
"I... don't know. Maybe."
"Yea, thought so. Well, despite that and the 'ginger twat' line" Malfoy cringed
at the reminder of his earlier comment "we don't plan on telling anyone. As
long as YOU don't tell anyone about Harry and Oliver." He paused, letting that
sink in.
"Or tell anyone about the two of you?" Malfoy asked of the twins. He was
recovering from the shock of the whole ordeal and was getting his wits about
him.
"Yes" Fred replied, deciding to throw caution to the wind. There was no other
way to explain why he and his bother were here as well, especially wearing just
their boxers.
"In fact" Harry said, sitting down on the bench next him, "we'd like to make
you an offer." He started gently rubbing Malfoy's back. "We all think you're
cute." Malfoy perked up at this. Harry knew it couldn't hurt to stroke his ego
a bit. "And we don't see why the rivalry has to continue. At least in private.
We know that nobody will believe that we're all suddenly friends. But over
time... maybe we can find a way to be open about this. At least the friendship
part."
"And in the meantime," George added "we can all help either other out with the
friends-with-benefits part." He groped himself as he said that, hard cock now
clearly outlined under the fabric of his boxers. "You've been hard this whole
time, when answering our questions." Malfoy looked down, realizing it was true.
This was the hardest and most excited he had ever been since he started his
sexual awakening about a year ago. (None of the Gryfindor's felt the need to
tell him about the stimulant potion.) "Plus, haven't you noticed that WE have
been hard, and in our underwear, this WHOLE time? Haven't you wondered why?"
"I... I was too shocked to be thinking clearly I guess" the Slytherin seeker
confessed. "But my father will KILL me if he finds out. Merlin! If this gets
out..."
"Stop. Relax." Oliver commanded, briefly taking on his team captain persona.
"Nobody will find out. We'll figure out a way to help you with the other
stuff."
"Really?!" The four of them nodded. "Nobody in Slytherin would ever do that."
"Good thing we're not in your house then, eh?" Oliver said. "And like we've
been saying... think of all the FUN we'll have together, now that we're
friends."
The reality of what he was hearing finally started sinking in. Draco had been
having fantasies about the other boys at school since his very first day.
(Children growing up in the wizarding world have their sexual awakening sooner
than most muggles, and so start fantasizing earlier.) And truth be told, the
four in the room with him had figured very prominently among them. Right now,
his house just didn't have many cute boys, and NO ONE approached these four. He
had only DREAMED that something like this was possible. So, his start at
Hogwarts had also been paired with worries about what being gay meant,
especially as an only child. He'd never had anyone to talk to about it. Much
less explore with.
"Merlin!" Draco said. "I... I've actually thought about each of you plenty of
times when wanking. I've even thought about what you might be like together.
Especially you and your brother Weasley... I... mean George" he said,
correcting himself to start using first names. He didn't want to sound hostile
anymore.
"Oh really... Draco?" asked George, extending the same courtesy, realizing that
they were winning him over. "Then, how would you like to see your fantasies
come to life?" he continued.
"Wait!" his glance shot back and forth between the two of them. "You mean you
both... you... together... SERIOUSLY!?"
Fred stepped next to George, gently grabbed his chin, and then kissed him.
After a moment, he deliberately pulled back slightly so that Draco could see
the two of them tongue wrestling. The blond let out a soft moan as he watched
them make out from his seat on the bench while they stood just in front of him.
His cock got even harder, though he didn't think that was possible.
"Why don't we all get more comfortable" Oliver said, stripping off the last
piece of fabric on his body as he did so. The others quickly followed suit. The
five boys stayed that way for a moment. Harry and Draco sitting on the bench
with the twins in front of them, faces level with the two fire crotches. Oliver
slightly off to the side.
George stepped closer to the blond, grabbing his cock and waving it slowly in
front of Draco's face. The younger boy licked his lips unconsciously.
"You say you like the taste so much... How about we expand your pallet?" the
redhead asked of the pale blond face looking up at him. Draco smiled back as he
looked past the hot teen's frame and into George's eyes. This was really
happening! He could hardly believe it! He smiled broadly. The four Gryffindors
couldn't remember ever seeing such an expression on his face before. A smile?!
It was transformative. He was cute before. But that ecstatic... and lustful...
smile made him down right delectable.
Draco, still looking up and not breaking eye contact, opened his mouth, stuck
out his tongue a bit, and licked the shaft from base to tip, slurping up the
bead of precum that had begun to ooze out.
"Holy shit" the ginger moaned, as the blond's tongue flicked over him. Looking
down at the scene playing out on his cock was hot enough. That sight also
combined with the sensations were almost too much. Draco closed his mouth
around him, gently sucking, working his lips up and down the shaft. Oliver sat
down next to him, and whispered encouragement and suggestions into his ear.
"That's it. Now, don't take it all the way out... leave the head in when you
come back up... Good, good... Now, put just the head in and swirl your tongue
around it." George moaned appreciatively. "See? You can hear how much he likes
it, can't you?" Malfoy nodded, humming an affirmative, not taking the cock out
of his mouth.
"Like it?!" George exclaimed. "Oliver, I swear he's a natural. Merlin, I'm not
going to last long if he keeps this up."
"Don't try" Oliver replied. "Let's give him what he wants."
"Ummm" Draco hummed again, then slid off the cock for a minute. "Yes please" he
said looking up at George. He smiled again, then continued to suck on the tasty
cock in front of him.
"Oh fuck yea, that's it Draco! Wow, you're really learning fast" George said
encouragingly to the cute little cocksucker working on him.
Harry, while incredibly turned on at the scene unfolding in front of him, still
had enough presence of mind to know that there was one other thing they were
forgetting. He slowly got up from the bench so as not to distract Malfoy, and
gestured Fred off to the side with a crook of his head.
The two of them huddled together a few feet away. Harry leaned in to whisper in
Fred's ear, "I'm pretty sure we've got Draco with us. But... just in case...
let's keep going with the plan" he said, gesturing to the spot where his camera
was hidden and making a gesture with his hands of hitting a camera shutter.
"You don't really think we need insurance, do you?" Fred whispered back,
suspecting that Harry just wanted to make a naughty photo album. Harry looked
back at him with a smile, not replying, thereby confirming Fred's suspicions.
"I like the way you think mate."
Fred did as Harry suggested, getting the camera ready. Oliver saw this
unfolding and could see what was happening as Fred got into position with the
wizarding camera. "Draco" the Gryffindor captain said, still whispering in his
ear, "tilt your head down a bit for a better angle, and keep your eyes closed
so that you don't get dizzy." The pale boy complied. "Now, reach your hands up
and gently stoke his balls. He loves that." As Draco followed those
instructions, eliciting louder moans from George, Oliver stood up, getting out
of the camera shot.
Harry was impressed with Oliver's thinking. He'd found a way to distract Draco
even more from what was happening around him while at the same time getting him
to close his eyes. Oliver stood over next to Harry, behind Fred, so that he
could do his camera work unobstructed. Oliver reached over and gently stroked
Harry, who did the same to him, both using the other's leaking precum as lube.
Neither wanted to shoot soon, this was just too hot for them to want it to end
quickly. But at the same time, they were both so horny that they couldn't keep
still.
George had picked up on what was going on and smiled over to his brother when
he saw the camera and nodded. With that, Fred very quietly got down on one knee
next to him and started snapping photos of the action. As blackmail material,
nobody could ask for better. George's body was only visible from the middle of
his chest down. The silencing charm was working fine and there was no flash, so
Draco heard nothing; he kept up his diligent cock sucking, unaware of the
wizarding camera snapping away right beside him. Through the viewfinder, Fred
could see that Draco was clearly enjoying himself. Even with the five inch,
fully-hard cock in his mouth the smile was still there at the edges and he was
moaning and purring contentedly. He played with George's balls, alternating
between rubbing them, tickling them, and gently pulling on them. All the while,
he kept slowly bobbing his head up and down, up and down, occasionally stopping
to swirl his tongue around the head. George continued his delightful moaning
also, offering encouragement on the rare moment he was capable of coherent
speech. Fred moved around the pair of them, snapping from different angles,
close and wide, many of them getting such a good angle on him that it left no
room for doubt that it was in fact Draco giving the blowjob, his face clear to
see. His expression, that of a willing participant, was also clear. As if the
smile wasn't enough, some shots were going to show his entire body: sitting on
the bench leaning forward slightly, hands and mouth hard at work. He wasn't
restrained, tied up, or being coerced in any way as far as the pictures showed.
Plus... yep, there was his other hand going down to his own hard cock, rubbing
it up and down with one hand as his other continued playing with the balls just
in front of his chin.
'The clips the camera is capturing must be been SO hot' Harry thought. He was
looking forward to going through them later and was VERY glad he's spent the
extra galleons to get a high capacity model. The last thing he wanted right now
was to have to change 'film rolls' in the thing.
After Fred had taken a couple dozen shots, George caught his eye and gestured
behind and below him with his left hand, widening his stance. Harry didn't
follow what he meant but the twins always did seem to share a psychic link and
Fred seemed to understand immediately.
He got down with the camera very close to the floor just behind his brother and
right between his ankles. As he did so, George increased the volume of his
encouragement a bit and started gently petting the blond hair on the back of
the of the Slytherin head, who was doing such great job pleasuring him. While
not applying a lot of pressure (forcing someone onto your cock was a douche-bag
move!) he did want to make sure the blond never completely pulled off his cock
as this might cause him to open his eyes.
"That's it Draco. You want to taste me?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Umm hmm" the blond intoned affirmatively, cock still in his mouth and nodding
his head as he continued sucking.
"Then move you hand back and finger my hole" he said, still petting the back of
Draco's head.
'Oh, that explains it' Harry thought. Wow, the twins had truly DEVIOUS minds,
and Harry had to admire them.
George had widened his stance drastically, ostensibly to give his new lover
easier access to finger him. This lowered his crotch which caused Draco to also
lean forward further to continue his ministrations, putting him in better view
of the camera from below. Fred squatted way down, and put the camera next to
George's ankle, pointing up. This must have made quite a sight from that angle.
It would frame out Draco, happily slurping away on a dick, balls bouncing off
his chin, one hand jerking himself off, and the other hand probing at the
redhead's rosebud with his middle finger. The twins had virtually no hair on
them except for their heads, armpits, and a bit at the base of their cocks. So
the placement and movement of the small blond's digit was unmistakable. Even
more so because, this being a wizarding camera, it would be a video clip and
not a still, showing his finger in motion, teasing George's ring.
After taking a few shots from that VERY good angle, Fred stood up again. It had
only been a few minutes but already George was testing the limits of his
endurance. He'd already watched Harry and Oliver out on the pitch, then saw
Draco beat off under the stands, then Harry and Oliver go at it AGAIN in the
showers. While they'd taken a break to go get the supplies for this wonderful
setup, his horniness had been at full steam the entire time. So he wouldn't
have lasted long anyway. Combine that with Draco's innate cock sucking skills
and he'd been ready to shoot almost immediately. Fred sensed this and, again
through unspoken signals with his brother, got into position.
"I'm going to cum Draco. Are you ready?"
Draco cooed a delighted yes around his cock head.
"You want to taste me, you cute little boy?"
Another high pitched coo.
"Here you go" he said, pulling his cock free, just outside Draco's lips. But he
kept his fingers entwined in the hair on the back of the blond's head to keep
him positioned. "Keep your eyes closed, this stuff can sting!" he said, causing
the blond to scrunch up his eyes tight. 'Brilliant' Harry though. 'Even through
all this he has the presence of mind to let Fred get this with the camera.'
"Fuck yea. Keep your mouth open. Yea, that's hit. HERE IT COMES!" he cried, as
he jerked himself over the edge. And with that George... unloaded. There was
simply no other word. Cum shot from his cock right onto the eager boy's tongue.
There was so much of it! Two shots hit his tongue, and the other shot to the
back of his throat. This instinctively caused Draco to swallow, and he leaned
forward ever so slightly has he did so. More shots came out of George's cock
even during that brief moment. They hit the blond in the forehead, just below
those beautiful, now sweat soaked, light locks of hair, coating the top of his
face in sticky goo.
Draco whined a bit at this. At first Harry thought it was in objection to the
shot in the face. But then Draco opened his mouth again, pursed his lips, and
stuck out his tongue to cup the top of George's cock. Then Harry realized: it
wasn't that he was upset at the facial, it was that it he was disappointed that
he was MISSING some of the load. Draco truly wanted to taste every last drop of
his first blowjob.
As all this went through Harry's mind, George continued cumming, moaning as he
did so. He shot three more voluminous globs into the blond's mouth, who then
swallowed again. Thinking about something else he wanted captured on camera,
the redhead deliberately shifted the angle of his cock so that his last two
shots went all over Draco's face, covering it in ropes of cum.
Fred, steady hand that he was, got ALL of this. The first shots from his
brother's cock into the waiting mouth, the shot on the forehead, the eager
return to suckling more cum from the ginger's cock, and the final ropes of cum
all over that pretty pale visage. Draco, as before, diligently kept his eyes
closed. And so he remained oblivious to starring role he played in the
pornographic photo shoot they were doing of him. His eagerness for cock sucking
immortalized on film. Only a guy who loved sucking cock would be smiling as a
hot load was dibbling down his face.
As the pair's breathing slowed, Fred backed away and hid the camera again.
Oliver had the presence of mind to grab a washcloth which he handed to George.
The redhead got down on his knees in front of Draco and scrubbed around his
eyes.
"There... you can open them now" he said. Draco did so. "Did you like that?"
"Oh, fuck yes" he said, breath still coming fast from the exhilarating
experience.
"Looks like my aim was off a bit. Here let me help you." Then George leaned in
and licked his own load from Draco's face. When he was done, he leaned forward
to kiss the blond who received it eagerly, intertwining his tongue with the
older boy, tasting and swallowing as much of the sweet nectar as he could find.
While they were kissing, George reached forward and grabbed the three-inch rock
hard cock of his newest friend and started stroking. He got an appreciative
moan in response. Within ten seconds, Malfoy broke the kiss, breathing hard.
He's been wanking himself while sucking on George and so was pretty close to
the edge already.
"I'm gonna..." and that's all he got out before he also went over the edge,
head falling against the ginger boy's shoulder, body shuddering with a dry
orgasm. George held him as he recovered. It took a minute. Then Draco
straightened back up to a sitting position and looked around at the other
three.
"That was so amazing to watch" Oliver said. "Maybe we should stop and get
cleaned up?" he asked, nurturing instincts kicking in, wanting to give the
novice a chance to stop.
"NO!" Draco almost shouted. The other four jumped slightly at that, but then
chuckled at his enthusiasm. They were all glad he wanted to keep going, though
none verbalized it.
"I..." he was a bit shy after his small outburst "I can go again pretty
quickly. I... well... you can see that I can't shoot yet. So some days when I'm
really bored, or really horny, I wank five or six times in a row."
"Wow" said Harry. He'd only just started being sexually active himself and was
impressed at his (now former) rival's stamina. "Really?!"
"Yea. Potter... I mean Harry (that's going to take some getting used to). Can
you shoot yet?" Harry shook his head. Draco was relieved, though he didn't let
that show. He still felt a bit competitive with Harry. "Then you can probably
do the same. Have you tried?"
"No, not yet" Harry replied. His mind spinning with the possibilities.
"George, I think we've just had a challenge thrown at us" Fred said to his
brother.
"Oh boy" Harry said. He was a bit afraid nervous at their conspiratorial
glances but his hormones were overriding that.
"You asked about my fantasies" Draco said.
"Yea!" the twins said in unison.
"Well... I..." Draco continued, some of the shyness from earlier returning. He
looked up at Fred "I want to see if the two of you taste the same."
Fred's face, already grinning in anticipation, positively lit up. "Malfoy,
DRACO (he corrected), wow this IS going to take getting used to... you have a
dirty mind. And I like that!" he said, approaching where the blond sat.
George shifted off the side and sat on the bench next to Draco and Fred walked
in front of the blond, cock ROCK hard, jutting out from his fiery crotch hair.
There was a healthy amount of clear precum dripping down the underside of his
cock. Draco put out his tongue and started in on him just like he had his
brother a few minutes before. This time he needed no encouragement from anyone
and used all the things he'd just learned while working on the twin. George was
still recovering from his own orgasm so he relaxed back onto the bench a little
to watch the hot show in front of him.
Oliver, meanwhile, decided to test Draco's theory about multiple orgasms. He
moved Harry up against the lockers just behind where the blond was again
bobbing up and down on a redhead's cock, dropped to his knees, and started
going down on his seeker. Draco couldn't see this. Fred, on the other hand, was
enjoying the 'Harry and Oliver' show for what was now the THIRD time today.
Harry looked down at Oliver for a minute and then let his head lull back gently
into the locker behind him. As he did so, he locked eyes with Fred and they
both kept each other's gaze; each enjoying an amazing blow job from a fellow
quidditch player.
With all that had just happened, all they'd seen, and the smells and sounds of
raw boy sex in the air... neither lasted long. Fred was first, and started
panting after about a minute of Draco's starting to work on him.
"I'm getting so close" he said, running his hands down the pale face sitting in
front of him, caressing his cheek. Draco looked up at him, took his mouth off
his cock for a moment and said "Good! I wasn't kidding, I want to taste you
too." He then went back to sucking. That was all it took. In fact, with that
face looking up at him and having it say those words, Fred doubted ANYONE could
have prevented themselves from going over the edge right then.
"FUCK!" he shouted, his balls pulling up towards his cock. Draco was ready this
time and wasn't going to be denied. He gripped the teen's hips tightly and
sucked strongly on the cock, not wanting to miss a drop this time. Fred froze,
happy to oblige.
Draco got an extra treat. Because he kept up a light suction and his tongue was
pressing up on the bottom of the hard cock, he actually felt the load quickly
flow through the fleshy tube, just before it landed at the back of his tongue.
True to form, Fred shot as much as George had. Draco thought he was ready for
the volume but misjudged it. He wanted to savor the taste a bit and so didn't
swallow any of it right away. But there was so much that some dribbled out of
the corner of his mouth.
Seeing all this sent Harry over the edge. His climax came right on the heels of
Fred's. He shuddered with his own dry orgasm as Oliver firmly held his waist
against the lockers to help him keep his balance. Oliver stopped his sucking
while Harry climaxed and looked up at the waves of bliss passing over Harry's
face. Harry grinned down at this team captain appreciatively.
Draco didn't see Harry go over the edge, but he'd heard both Fred and Harry's
moaning along with the sucking sounds that Oliver had been making on Harry's
prick. That, combined with the cock in his mouth and his resumed wanking of his
own cock had gotten Draco hard again. After hearing Harry go over the edge he
was also ready. He wiped Fred's extra cum dripping down his face into his hand
and used that to jerk himself to another orgasm, slowly swallowing Fred's load
at he did so.
The five of them collapsed where they were, either on the bench or on the
locker room floor, each spent for the moment, breathing hard, and riding a
fantastic wave of post-orgasmic bliss. Multi-orgasmic bliss in some cases.
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to write it means that this has been a chapter with a LOT of sexual material.
Hopefully it took you two or three readings to get to this point. (nudge nudge,
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I'll pick it up again right here at the next chapter, which WILL be soon.
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***** Still in the locker room *****
Chapter Summary
     We pick up right where we left off with the five of them still in the
     locker room.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K Rowling. Copyright belongs to
J.K Rowling.
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Since neither was able to cum yet, orgasms didn't drain them as much as boys
who could shoot. Add the fact that 12-year-olds typically have lots of excess
energy and Harry and Draco recovered fairly quickly and stirred well before the
other three. Harry certainly liked the erotic image of Draco's hair and face
covered in the remnants of the George's load. The part that hadn't been licked
off him at least. But he knew they could both use a rinse. He caught the
blond's eye and gestured towards the shower room. Draco took his meaning and
they both got up, stretching their muscles after the inevitable but minor
cramps one gets holding various positions during sex.
They took adjacent shower heads. Harry wasn't particularly dirty, since he'd
just spent a hot time in here with Oliver a little while ago. So he took the
opportunity to watch, and admire, Draco's form and cute face as he rinsed
himself off. It was nice to be this close to the other boy, without the mirror
separating them as it had their first such encounter (though Draco didn't know
Harry had been there). As he thought back on it, underneath his resentment for
Draco's seemingly malicious personality, there had always been an attraction
between the two of them, even from that first day when Harry had refused
Draco's offer of 'friendship' while they waited for the sorting.
"You're very cute" Harry said, softly, without thinking. Draco turned abruptly,
wiping the water from his eyes.
"You really think so?" he asked, face beaming into a smile.
"I... Yes."
"I've always thought you were cute too." Harry returned the smile. "I thought
so that first day, when I met you on the stairs" Draco continued. "I wanted to
be your friend, right from the beginning."
"Yea... but the way you spoke to Ron," Draco cringed "it just, I'm sorry,
disgusted me."
"I felt bad about that right after I said it. But... I don't know, I just
couldn't take it back. I don't know why." There was a pause, Draco continued
his shower, rubbing soap on his body idly. Eventually he continued, "I'm sorry.
To you and him. If you think he'll give me the chance, I'd like to apologize."
Harry considered this. "I'd like to find a way to make that work. Ron REALLY
hates you, so it might take a while. But, I think Hermione would help bring him
around. She's usually the one who's the most level headed. If we both work on
him, we might be able to convince him that you want to make amends."
"I do. But I'll also need your help to figure out how to deal with my father.
Merlin! The Malfoys aren't... nice... to people. He won't like hearing about
this. He'll see it as a sign of weakness."
"But you'd like to change how you treat other people?"
"Yes. I don't want to be like that." Another pause, and Draco look Harry
squarely in the eyes. "Especially to you."
"Oh? You want to be NICE to me?" Harry asking, responding in a lighthearted
manner with a bit of playfulness in his voice, taking the hint he thought Draco
was dropping.
"Actually... no" Draco smirked conspiratorially, "I want to be NAUGHTY with
you. Very VERY naughty." And with that, he leaned forward and kissed Harry.
The other boy immediately kissed him back, having sensed the kiss coming. They
came together, arms around each other, each probing inside the other's mouth
with his tongue. After a minute their hands slowly started wandering over each
other's body, rubbing backs, tickling sides, cupping butt cheeks. It didn't
take long for either of them to get hard again, hard hairless cocks rubbing
against each other as they pressed together. The soap from Draco's torso ran
between them, lubricating their bodies as they ground against each other, still
kissing.
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The showers were still running. So between the noise of the spraying water on
the tiles and their own focus on each other, they didn't notice that three
teenagers with them had recovered from their post-orgasmic haze and were
watching this unfold.
Oliver was glad to see this happening. He'd always had a protective instinct
towards Harry and part of his hesitation in bringing Harry into his sexual
relationship with the twins had been the age difference. With Draco, Harry had
someone his own age to explore with. He shared this thought with the twins,
quietly, their faced huddled together so as to keep the other two from
overhearing them. The twins agreed.
"However," Oliver added, "I think that when you lose your virginity, it should
be with someone with experience, who cares about you, and can make it a
fulfilling time for you." He cocked an eyebrow at the twins. "Perhaps the two
of you would could help in this regard?" he asked, smiling. The twins returned
identical grins.
"Great idea" said Fred.
"Absolutely" echoed George. "In fact, Fred, since I was Draco's first blow job,
it seems only fair that you be his first fuck."
"Mighty nice of you brother. But, let's be honest," he said, looking over again
at two cute boys, who were still furiously making out. "There's really no BAD
option here. Only two very cute ones." George slapped his brother's arm,
playfully, in agreement. "Oliver, why don't you go tell the two love birds over
there about your idea."
"Sure" their team captain replied. He got up and walked, slowly, over to them.
"What are you planning?" George asked softly, as soon as Oliver was out of ear
shot. He could see the wheels turning behind his brother's eyes.
"Oliver is so concerned about giving THEM a first. I think there's a first that
we can give HIM afterwards" Fred replied, barely loud enough to hear.
"Oooooo... this sounds like fun" George said, leaning closer so that they could
whisper together.
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Oliver approached the two boys as they continued kissing, nearby shower sprays
keeping their bodies wet with the warm water. In any other circumstance, he
would have been rock hard. But his balls were depleted just now and so his
libido was a bit sated. Even so, he was still sporting a semi-hard on.
He waiting until they paused for air and then cleared his throat. They started,
and pulled away from each other slightly as they turned toward him. But they
each kept their hands around the back of the other, maintaining their embrace.
"Sorry" Harry said.
"Don't apologize! I'm glad you two have hit it off. This certainly wasn't how
the afternoon started out, was it?" he asked, smiling.
"No. But..." Harry said, turning back to look at Draco, "I'm really glad this
is how it's ending."
Oliver paused for a moment, to give Draco a moment to let Harry's compliment
sink in. "Actually, we were thinking that it shouldn't end yet."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"Well, I know from a combination of experience and hearsay that losing your
virginity is MUCH better when you have a considerate lover. One who is also
experienced. The twins think you're both cute and I can vouch for their
experience. You've both had some firsts today. But not the biggest of them
all." He paused for a moment, letting them consider. "Both of you could go to
bed tonight, virgins no more. And the twins would make it quite... wonderful...
I think. And, this could be something you'd also both experience together."
They both stood there for a minute, continuing the light embrace, lost in their
own thoughts. Then Draco rubbed Harry's back a bit to get his attention. When
Harry look at him, the question plain on his face, Draco nodded slightly. Harry
returned the nod, and the both smiled excitedly as they turned back to Oliver.
"We're in" Harry said.
"Great!" Oliver turned back towards the locker room and walked back to the
twins. They'd been watching the exchange and Oliver saw them lean back away
from their huddle as he walked towards them. They'd obviously been whispering
to each other; about Harry and Draco he figured.
"They're game" he said to the ginger teens seated on the bench.
"Nice" replied Fred.
"Thanks mate!" said George. "We promise to give you a good show" he laughed, as
they got up.
While Harry and Draco quickly rinsed off the soap from their bodies and dried
off, the twins got out a bunch more of the fluffy towels (thank the stars the
house elves kept the locker room well stocked) and laid them out as a layer on
the wide bench to make it more comfortable.
When the two came over, the twins instructed them on what they should do. They
had Harry and Draco get onto the bench on their knees, leaning forward onto
their elbows, ankles at the edge so that their feet could dangle off. They put
them very close together so that their hips and elbows were touching. The twins
wanted them leaning against each other, feeling the other rub past as they were
being fucked. The bench's depth was just perfect to allow for them to curl
their fingers around the far side. And that meant that there was also enough
room for them to cross their arms in front of them and rest their forehead on
them if they wanted.
Oliver's cock started back towards full mast at the sight of it. Two perfectly
formed, pale, flawless, smooth, nicely rounded pieces of boy ass were jutting
out, both owners surrendering themselves to him and the twins. "You two don't
have to stop making out" he said encouragingly. They took the hint and started
gently kissing, not moving from their prostrate positions. He liked that they
were into each other, and liked watching them make out, but he also wanted them
distracted. He gestured to the twins to stay where they were for a moment and
went back over to get the camera that Fred had hidden before in the pile of
clothes. He took the opportunity to snap a few shots of the two, soon to be
deflowered, asses in front of him. He got their puckering rosebuds exposed,
cocks and balls slightly visible between their legs. When he lowered the camera
from his face the twins got into position, kneeling on the floor behind each of
the boys, Fred behind Draco and George behind Harry.
George used his wand and cast the cleansing spells on both Harry and Draco,
making them pristinely clean both inside and out. Now, all the twins would
taste was boy.
As George was casting, Oliver tucked the camera behind him and started to walk
around to the other side of the bench. "Now, Harry, Draco, just close your
eyes, relax, and let them work on you" he said, soothingly. When Oliver saw
them comply, he got down on his knees just in front of them, and framed their
faces in the camera's viewfinder. He REALLY wanted to capture this moment. The
twins immediately picked up on his plan and so waited until he was in position.
When they saw that he was ready, they set to work. In unison, they stuck out
their moistened tongues and licked the boy flesh in front of them, from the
taint and up into the puckering rosebuds, swirling around them.
Both Harry and Draco's face exploded with a mix of surprise and ecstasy. Harry
moaned contentedly, low and soft, having had Oliver do this to him only a
little while ago he sort of knew what it would feel like. But Draco, without
even realizing it, let out a very loud and high pitched moan, almost a squeal,
his head snapping back as he did so, the amazing feeling radiating from his
hole was that overwhelming for him. Fortunately, both were so overcome that
they kept their eyes closed, losing themselves in the sensations. This allowed
Oliver to capture the moment perfectly with the camera, without them knowing,
getting both expressions of ecstasy as twin tongues probed their boy holes. The
twins continued, prying the cheeks apart with their hands, rolling their
tongues around, lapping and probing at the now not-so-innocent boys in front of
them. The moans from Harry and Draco continued, rising and falling in reaction
to the various sensations the twins were gleefully administering. The twins
shared glances occasionally as they continued, part congratulatory, part
conspiratory, both with huge grins and thanking the fates for how this day was
unfolding.
After a couple of minutes, the twins started to differ in what they were doing
to the boy in front of them. Each was exploring various parts, licking their
hairless balls and taints, jerking the kneeling boy's cocks (which were rock
hard again) and slowly probing with fingers to loosen up their rings. They were
each listening to their respective partner's reactions to their ministrations,
and giving each of their 'spots' more attention as a delighted moan indicated
when they'd found one.
After getting a few more shots of the two gorgeous faces, lost in the rimming
and tactile teasing, Oliver came back around to where the twins were, and
continued his photographic endeavors. He got more great shots, some of them
quite close-up, of each boy's bum and ball sac, often with an enthusiastic
tongue gliding over the skin. Their cocks were sticking up so straight towards
their bellies that they were virtually invisible from behind. He went to the
sides and got a few shots of that angle as well, also getting the twin's faces
buried between the pale cheeks in front of them, tongues probing deeply,
continuing to elicit moans from their recipients.
Oliver could see the twin's cocks were also rock hard, both leaking copious
precum, no doubt spurred on by the prospect of the 'virgin territory' they were
about to explore. The twins moved again towards probing the boys with fingers,
now two at a time, scissoring them, eliciting more moans of pleasure from the
once rivalrous pair.
After another few minutes, they judged that Harry and Draco were finally ready.
Oliver crept back around in front of them, hiding the camera behind his back in
case they opened their eyes. When he saw the twins remove their fingers and
lube up their cocks, he put his head close to Harry and Draco and whispered to
them in a soothing tone.
"Are you ready?" They nodded, neither really trusting their voices at that
moment. "Good. This may hurt a bit a first, but I PROMISE you're going to start
enjoying it really soon. Just relax your hole as much as you can." The twins
had lubed up their cocks and were ready. Oliver looked up at them and nodded,
pulling back a bit to get in position again with the camera. This was ANOTHER
moment he really wanted to capture. The twins each placed one hand on the hip
of the boy in front of them and the other held their cock, lining it up. Harry
and Draco both breathed in sharply as they felt the hardness start to press at
their rosebuds but fortunately, in Oliver's mind at least, they kept their eyes
closed.
Both cocks and boy holes were well lubricated and so the twins started to slip
in with very little pressure. Both Harry and Draco let out very tiny whines of
pain, but said nothing, and continued breathing deeply. They concentrated on
relaxing as the twins, fighting every instinct in their body that screamed at
them to ram their cocks into the velvety warmness enveloping their poles, moved
slowly. After about a minute or so, their five inch cocks were completely
buried inside the younger boys and they felt their balls rest against the
bottom of the hairless butt cracks in front of them. They paused there, letting
their lovers get used to the new sensation.
Oliver took more shots, watching as Harry and Draco's faces morphed from pain
to normality. It wasn't pleasure yet, but that would come soon. The twins
started moving in and out, first in sync with each other, but eventually
getting into different rhythms. As such, the blond and brown topped heads
started to bob back and forth, just a bit, at different rates.
The pain was starting to give way to pleasure, Oliver could see. So he took a
couple more shots and then stowed the camera below the bench, out of sight. He
leaning in close again. "You both OK?"
"Yea?" Harry replied, almost as a question, clearly still getting used to it.
"Yea!" Draco said, must more confidently. He was taking to this much more
quickly than Harry.
George, now getting into a good rhythm with Harry, started changing his angle,
poking around inside Harry, searching for what we knew must be around there
SOMEWHERE.
"George... what are you... OH FUCK!!!" Harry shouted, as George found his g-
spot with a hard stab of his cock. He grabbed Harry's hips more firmly in his
hands to help ensure his aim stayed on target.
"Ah..." George moaned, feeling warm tight hole clench around his cock. "You
like that mate?" George asked, rhetorically, hitting the spot again with a
well-placed thrust. But Harry answered anyway.
"Yes. Oh FUCK! YES! Right! There!" Harry moaned between each thrust. The pain
of having the cock inside him had already subsided for the most part. This new
sensation completely moved Harry past the pain and into pleasure at what was
being done to him. He came up from his elbows to his wrists, leaning back into
Fred's penetration, a smile formed on this face as he let himself be fucked
harder.
Draco, hearing Harry's utterances, opened his eyes and watched the other second
year's transformation. "Harry... what happened? Why are you..." and then Fred
also found that some spot which HE had been looking for inside the lithe little
blond, "OH MERLIN! OH! OH!" Draco moaned, echoing Harry. "Oh yes... yes...
don't stop!" Rather than sitting up, he instead put his head down on the bench,
arching his back, and raising his ass into the air invitingly. Fred accepted
the invitation gladly. He increased the speed of his thrusts, matching his
brother's increased pace of pounding Harry's ass, doing his best to hit Draco's
g-spot with each penetration. "Yes! Oh yes! Don't... don't stop..." Draco
moaned, then just kept moaning incoherently, having lost the power of speech
for the moment, face also morphing into a smile like Harry's, though he
couldn't see this from his current position, even if he had opened his eyes. He
was completely enveloped by the sensations the hard cock was giving his insides
as it pumped into him with a new steady rhythm. It was so intense, so
delightfully overwhelming.
The twins were also riding new waves of pleasure, coming from a few sources.
There was of course the amazing pleasure of having you cock sinking into a
tight warm ass. And there was also the additional pleasure of knowing that
their lover enjoyed what was being done to them, especially since finding the
g-spot, almost at the same time, a moment before. But there was more here.
Neither of the twins had ever fucked a boy younger than themselves. And knowing
that they were taking the virginity of their lover just heightened the
experience that much more. They turned their heads to each other, not slacking
in their rhythm, and looked into each's other eyes, sharing a look, and knew
that the other was feeling the same. Their bond strengthening the experience
still further.
As they looked forward again, Oliver caught each of their gazes in turn,
echoing their expressions of excitement at the initiation they were now
undertaking. He brought the camera back into view and arched his eyebrows. The
twins both gave him nods in return, indicating that they were OK for the
filming to continue. They ALSO wanted to be able to look back on this day and
have a more than just their memories as a reminder. Harry couldn't really take
issue given that it was his idea to start shooting pictures in the first place.
And Draco... well... he'd probably enjoy the pictures once he got over his
shock. That is... if they ever showed them to him.
Oliver got quietly back to his feet so as not to take Harry and Draco out of
the 'happy place' they'd entered in their minds. He went to the side of each
boy, getting a few shots of them being fucked from behind by an identical
redheaded teenager. Both were now leaning back into the cock that was pounding
them. Harry was up on his hands and knees pushing back into George in opposite
rhythm to the penetration, the two of them moving in opposite directions as
George pulled out, then together again as he moved back into Harry, being
careful to never fully take his cock out. Draco was doing something similar,
though he didn't have as much range of motion from the angle he was in; head
down, ass in the air.
Oliver knew he was capturing a few cock-thrusts each time he depressed the
shutter button. Wizarding camera images were never still, and he'd seen enough
dirty pictures is own wizarding porn collection to know what to expect. He
leaned in close to the ginger crotches from above to get good shots of the
cocks moving in and out of the, no-longer-virgin, boy holes. George even slowed
down a bit and pulled his cock out a little further than before, so that one
could see a bit of the rim of his mushroom head pushing on the puckering ring,
spreading it open, as he went in again. Then he got back into his rhythm; Draco
was too lost in the pleasure to take much notice of the brief interruption.
Oliver then sat on the bench just to the side of Harry, inches from his arm,
placing the camera on the bench to get the lowest possible angle. He aimed the
camera back through the kneeling boy's legs, getting shots of his rock-hard
cock, smooth crotch bereft of hair. The cock barely bounced as George fucked
him, he was that aroused. It was so tantalizing; Oliver wanted to reach out and
tease that cock, tease his balls. But he didn't want Harry to notice him yet.
He was enjoying the photography too much. He got up and went around the front
of the bench to get a few more shots of Harry as George rode him. The gentle
smile on his face was priceless.
Oliver went around to the other side of the bench to get the same shots of
Draco. He cock was just has hard, just as tempting. Oliver barely restrained
himself from reaching out and jerking the younger boy. He contented himself
with a few shots with the camera. Easy to come back in a moment and fulfill his
wish. But he wanted shots of Draco's face as well. The blond's head was off the
side, eyes closed. But whereas Harry's expression was one of gentle pleasure,
the Slytherin's was something far more. The blond continued to moan softly,
almost inaudibly. Oliver had to lean close to hear it, and when he did, his own
already hard cock jumped. "Oh yes" he whispered. "I've wanted this, for soooooo
loooooong."
For Draco, this was a moment of pure ecstasy, and not just of the body. He had
suspected that he loved the taste of cum. And his recent experiences with his
own team's hazing ritual, and now his former rivals turned lovers, bore that
out. But THIS! He'd fantasized about having a cock inside him, but had no idea
that this was the missing piece. He hadn't realized how... empty... he'd felt
before now. This was a craving he hadn't consciously realized had been there.
He'd had no frame of reference. Now... now he KNEW that he wanted this, and as
often as possible. He loved having a hard cock throb inside him. That from now
on he'd crave both this AND the taste of cum. He would try it the other way as
well, the one doing the penetrating. Variety was good, he was sure. But he
doubted he'd ever feel as wonderfully satiated as he was now, throbbing cock
opening up his ring, plowing his insides, poking that delightful spot inside
him that he'd only been able to find with his own fingers on rare occasions.
Oliver, not knowing the exact thoughts inside Draco's head but guessed
something like it as he watched this play out over the boy's expression. It was
SO amazingly erotic. He took several shots of blond face, dripping a bit with
sweat, capturing his facial expressions as Draco was going through this
realization. Fortunately for Oliver, Draco also kept his eyes closed like
Harry, similarly unaware of the continuation of his pornographic photo shoot.
Wanting to capture this from every possible angle, Oliver walked behind the
twins and whispered softly, so that only they could hear, "widen your stance."
They immediately realized what he wanted. They shifted their positions, so that
their ankles were much further apart, and then continued thrusting. Oliver
squatted down on the floor between the ankles of each twin to capture the
action from underneath, getting nice shots of the smaller packages of the
younger boys and their smooth cheeks being penetrated by the twin's larger
cocks whose balls bounced back and forth with the rhythm.
The twins were really getting into showing off for the camera and decided to
add a little something to the photos. As Oliver was finishing between the
ankles of each twin, the other one reached down with a hand and teased his
brother's hole a bit, eliciting moans from the recipient. Oliver then stepped
back to get a nice shot of both twin's backsides as they continued humping the
boys. He got great shots of their asses as they went forward and back, both
framed by feet of the lovers, hanging off the edge of the bench on each side of
their legs. Fred looked back at Oliver and, wanting to show off more it seemed,
pulled George (who didn't resist) into a tongue wresting kiss for the camera.
Oliver almost came just from that sight, but managed to hold it in.
The team captain had moved fast. His entire set of shots had only taken a few
minutes and all four of the boys were rapidly approaching orgasm. Oliver put
the camera back under the bench and then whispered again to the twins, "I'm
going to get them to cum again, but you guys hold off when they do. I know
it'll be hard, but trust me, I've got an idea." The twins each grunted a bit in
frustration (they REALLY wanted to shoot) but gave reluctant nods. Oliver
walked around to the front of the bench.
"Harry, Draco" he said, to get their attention. The twin stopped their motions
to help the two boys focus. After a moment, both looked up at him. "Get up on
your knees and lean back a bit." Each twin kept their hands on the hips of the
boy in front of him to keep their cocks inside and guide them into their new
position. This left them with their ankles off the edge of the bench and in a
place where Fred and George could still easily take them from behind. But it
left room on the bench in front of them, which Oliver got onto and kneeled in
front of them. "Let's test Draco's theory, eh? Make use of that quick orgasmic
recovery." Both gave him looks that were part quizzical, part excited, and part
fearful. The twins smiled deviously behind them. Oliver lubricated their
hairless crotches with a quick bit of wand work and then started wanking both
of them. Both Harry and Draco started moaning softly in response. Then he
nodded to the twins who immediately started their humping motions again. Harry
and Draco both started moaning loudly at this. The dual stimulation being even
more overwhelming than just the fucking had been. And neither thought that was
possible!
It took less than a minute for Draco to cum, body shuddering with orgasm and
voice cracking another octave higher as he moaned through it. Fred immediately
stopped his motions. The pulsating of Draco's hole was almost enough to send
him over the edge and he wanted to see what Oliver had in mind. So he fought
desperately, but successfully, to keep from cumming in the blond's ass. Seeing
and hearing this sent Harry over the edge in a similar way, shuddering with dry
orgasm just like Draco. George wasn't as close as Fred was and so was more
easily able to hold back.
Oliver gave each boy a moment to come down from their orgasm. As their
breathing slowed he spoke again. "Now, sit up off of their cocks and turn over
onto your backs, with your knees off the edge of the bench." After pausing a
minute to get their wits about them, they slowly complied, the twins stepping
back a bit to give them room. Both ginger cocks were slick with precum and so
hard they could probably have hammered nails into a board. Turning over was
easy for the boys. The bench was covered in a few layers of towels so none of
their skin clung to the surface due to the sweat and moisture. Plus, their
knees were starting to ache a bit anyway and, now that the orgasmic haze was
lifting a bit, they were glad for the new position.
Once they were in position, Oliver continued. "OK, now grab your knees in each
hand and pull them back towards your shoulders." As they did so the twins
immediately got into position. They certainly didn't need to be told what to do
next. Each Weasley knelt on the bench, pushed the small pair of legs back
locking their elbows into the backs of Harry and Draco's knees, lined up their
cocks, and slowly entered the delightful velvety tight ass in front of them.
The younger boy's faces screwed up slightly in discomfort as they re-accustomed
themselves to having a cock inside. Oliver gave them a second to get used to
it. But he needed them to be 'in the moment' to ensure that this was truly
special for both of them. "Open your eyes." They did so, looking up at him. He
held each gaze for a moment, then continued. "Now look at each other." The
mutual attraction that he's seen between them in the showers was still there;
even a bit stronger now. "Now, look up at your lover." They did so, each
locking eyes with the cute redhead inside them. "Every time you think back on
this, remember how they looked. Remember how amazing this FEELS. Remember that
you experienced this here, with people who care about you, and that we were all
together." As he finished, the twins started up again, slowly fucking the ass
of the cute boy underneath them, both of whom started moaning again. It was
easier to hit their g-spots from this angle and the twins made good use of that
fact.
Oliver surreptitiously grabbed the camera and walked around behind the twins
again. He got shots of their torsos and backsides, now leaning over their
lovers, whose ankles were in the air. As the gentle rhythm continued, Draco
crossed his ankles behind Fred, and put both his hands on Fred's ass, pulling
the boy in with each thrust, enthusiasm obvious. This further reinforced
Oliver's (correct) suspicion from the moaning he'd heard earlier that Draco was
a natural bottom. As he pulled Fred into him, the ginger's cheeks spread apart,
exposing his puckering rosebud. So Oliver got a good action shot of this as
well. He then leaned in closely, camera near the floor, to get shots from
underneath. He watched Fred and George slickly enter the cute tight bums, balls
lightly slapping the boy underneath them. But he could see that their balls
were starting to retract, indicating that their orgasms were not far off.
The twins sensed that they were getting really close, but George wanted Oliver
to get a few more shots from this angle. So he pushed Harry's legs back a bit
further so that he himself could lean forward all the way. He started making
out with Harry as his thrusts continued, eliciting new moans from the boy. Fred
did the same with Draco.
As most people do when they're being kissed passionately, Harry and Draco both
closed their eyes as the twins leaned in. The twins slowed their pace to keep
from going over the edge, and made out with their lovers for almost a full two
minutes. This allowed Oliver to get bunch of shots of the two fucking pairs.
Harry and Draco with their legs in the air, George and Fred pressing against
them from above, slowly sliding in and out of their asses. As the kissing
progressed, they each slid a hand down to wank the hard and hairless cocks of
their lover. Oliver got a few shots of this and then quickly stowed the camera
in Harry's locker as he'd previously discussed with the twins. They didn't want
to risk Draco seeing it.
Seeing that Oliver was finished, the twins pulled back from their kissing and
picked up the pace; both of fucking and wanking. Harry and Draco were moaning
almost constantly now. Oliver had a devious thought and sucked on each of his
index fingers, slicking them up, as he stepped behind the twins. He placed each
of his hands on their smooth cracks and then slowly put his finger inside their
asses.
That was all it took. They both went over the edge at the same time, shot after
shot of cum seeding Harry and Draco. Oliver continued to move his fingers
rhythmically and this helped to keep the twins moving as they unloaded,
continuing to hit the g-spot as they did. This g-spot pounding, the wanking
they were getting from the twins as they came, and combined with the sensation
of having cum flood their insides, was all it took for yet ANOTHER orgasm to
claim both Harry and Draco. The four of them stayed frozen for a moment while
they came down from their high. As the twins softened they pulled out and laid
gently on their lovers, but not with their full weight, kissing them softly and
gently, as their breathing slowed.
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The twins just laid there and held their two young lovers for a bit, tuning out
the world. Eventually though, Oliver, who was still hard and still not sated,
cleared his throat purposefully. Fred glanced over to him where he sat on the
bench a few feet away, gently stroking his cock as his eyes wandered over the
four naked boys in a rough pile. After a moment, Fred remembered the plan he'd
hatched with George earlier.
"Don't worry Oliver, we haven't forgotten you," Fred said encouragingly to his
team captain, though he didn't shift from his position lying on top of Draco.
"I plan on doing to you what I just did to the lovely Draco here," he said,
stroking the blond's cheek affectionately with one hand and turning to smile at
him. Draco smiled up at Fred when the heard the compliment. "But I need a
minute to bounce back. Why don't you go rinse off for a bit while we...
disentangle ourselves?" Even though Fred was hiding it well, his tone was a bit
off. It always got that way when he was hatching a scheme. Oliver knew the
twins well enough that he should have detected it, but he was just so riled up
and horny that he missed the slight clue.
"Oh... Yea, sure." Oliver got up and walked leisurely over to the showers,
started one up, and stood under the warms spray, facing away from them, letting
it wash over him.
Fred watched him walk over. When the water started up and Oliver was, for
certain, unable to hear them, he lowered himself back down on top of Draco,
head cocked to side to that he could whisper to Harry and George as well as
Draco underneath him. "We've got a little surprised cooked up for Oliver. You
guys want to help?" They both giggled and nodded enthusiastically. What 12-
year-old boy wouldn't jump at such an invitation?
"OK, Draco, do you have a strong grip?" The blond responded by smiling and
grabbing Fred's arms, squeezing tightly. "OK OK!" His grip loosened. "Wow! You
DO have a strong grip. You're going to have to tell me about that sometime" he
said playfully. "But we have to talk fast. Harry..." he said, turning to the
brown-haired boy "do you still have that camera of yours... in your LOCKER?"
The was why he'd told Oliver, back when Harry and Draco were showering, to put
the camera in Harry's locker when he was done snapping pictures. He opened his
eyes wide and gazed intently at Harry, doing his best to tell him to play
along.
Fortunately, Harry picked up on the signal, and quickly took Fred's meaning.
"Um... Yea! I left it in here the other day I think." Harry rightly guessed
that Fred wanted to use the camera, but that they needed to pretend it had been
sitting idly in Harry's locker this whole time, lest Draco suspect they'd taken
shots of him earlier. Harry had no idea that it had been used by Oliver during
his deflowering. Fred explained the plan he'd hatched with George to the both
of them.
"You both in?" he glanced over to check that Oliver was still in the shower.
They nodded. "Great. Draco... do you, um, mind being on camera a bit?" Fred
asked, as nonchalantly as he could.
"You'll keep these safe Harry?" he asked.
"Absolutely!" Harry replied.
"OK then." This was a relief for all three Gryffindors who, while enjoying the
erotic nature of the photography, still felt a pang of guilt for potentially
taking advantage of Draco. While he still had no idea about already having a
starring role in today's photographic endeavors, he really couldn't be THAT mad
(if they eventually told him) if we was so ready to be a part of capturing
Oliver's upcoming encounter that the twins planned for him.
"OK. Follow my lead and wait for the signal" he whispered quickly as he heard
the water in the showers turn off. The four of them slowly got untangled and
got off up the bench, stretching their muscles as Oliver toweled off. After a
couple of minutes Fred sat down on the edge of the bench and beckoned Oliver
over, who came and stood beside him.
Fred cast a lubrication charm on himself and started rubbing his cock slowly,
languidly, and fondled Oliver, purposefully drawing Oliver's attention to get
him riled up again. Also, to cloud his brain just enough that he didn't ask too
many questions. It worked. Oliver's cock had gone down a bit during his shower
but it sprang right back to attention.
"So, Harry and Draco now know what it's like to FEEL a cock inside them. But if
they're going to learn... properly, then they need to SEE what it looks like
too." He paused for a second, letting Oliver's sexual tension build a bit more.
"So, I want you to kneel on this bench, straddle me, and slowly lower yourself
onto my cock. Then they can watch up close. Sound good?"
Oliver was verse and loved getting fucked just as much as being on top. And the
twins had been with him many times and knew all his spots, so he readily
agreed. He was so horny! He quickly got into position as instructed. George,
ready with his wand, cast the cleansing and lubrication charms on Oliver has he
slowly sat back on his haunches, lining up his hole with Fred's cock. Fred
leaded back on the bench, pulling Oliver down with him, and started kissing
him. A drop of precum leaked from Oliver's cock and landed on Fred. His
excitement was so high the stuff was flowing pretty freely.
Had Oliver been more clear headed, he might have been more aware of his
surroundings and recognized this as the same trick the twins had used to get
Harry and Draco to close their eyes a little while ago. But he didn't. As such,
he didn't suspect that Harry was squatting just behind him, camera in hand
having retrieved it from his locker. As their kiss continued, Oliver lowered
himself onto Fred's cock, the lubrication spells doing their jobs, him expertly
relaxing his hole so that the pain was almost non-existent. Oliver moaned, in a
relaxing and releasing way, his 'itch' finally being scratched. He put his
hands to either side of Fred's face, kissing him further, and gripped the back
side of the bench. It was quite comfortable and just the right width for him to
lay prostrate on it like this. He was gripping one side while his ankles draped
over the other, Fred flat on this back underneath him, crotch at the edge, so
that the ginger boy's legs were completely off the bench, though his knees were
at a right angle, feet flat on the floor.
Harry and Draco both watched closely as Oliver's ring opened up and enveloped
Fred's cock. Harry was watching through the viewfinder as, inch by inch, it
slipped inside, and he snapped several shots. Draco was over Harry's shoulder,
watching just as intently. Oliver sighed contentedly when he bottomed out and
just lay there for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Harry backed up to get a
few wide-angle shots of the pair. Oliver enjoyed the feeling of Fred underneath
him has he bent forward with cock buried inside him, his own hard prick
grinding into Fred's abs. Fred put his hands on the sides of Oliver's ass and
gently set him in motion, pushing on his hips to get him moving so that the
cock slide into and out of his ass.
"Oh fuck, yes! Merlin, Fred, I really needed this. Watching the four of you...
it was just SO HOT!" He continued slowly bobbing up and down on the hard cock
under him. Now that he was finally getting laid, there was no rush. As Harry
got a few more shots of Oliver from behind, Draco walked around and got down on
his knees, right in front of the pair, chest just a few inches from the top of
Fred's head as he laid back on the bench, and looked Oliver in the eye as he
rode his lover. Oliver guessed that Draco just wanted to look from a different
vantage. He would soon be proven wrong.
Harry got back up to his feet and continued snapping pictures as he also came
around the pair, getting good side views of Oliver's cock as is bobbed up and
town in time to his own motions as he impaled himself on Fred's pole.
Eventually, Oliver noticed Harry with the camera when he turned his head and he
froze. Harry continued to walk around and stood almost right in front of
Oliver, just next to Draco.
"Harry! What are you doing? Why are you..." he started to climb off Fred, but
Fred was ready for this and put his arms around Oliver tightly in a bear hug,
holding him down, still in the prostrate position with his cock inside him.
Draco, right on cue, grabbed Oliver's wrists and pulled them forward so that
his arms were out straight. This took away his leverage. The blond leaned back
so that most of his weight was behind the motion. Oliver wasn't going anywhere.
"What the fuck?!" Oliver exclaimed, not really out of anger or panic, mostly
from surprise.
"Well..." Fred said. "You've been such a great... mentor... today with Harry
and Draco. You helped show them such a great first time." Oliver looked back at
him quizzically, wondering where this was going. "Well, George and I wanted to
return the favor by giving YOU a first."
"What do you mean? You guys and I have done everything there IS to do" he said.
"Well... not quite EVERYTHING" George said from behind him. The other Weasley
twin had also lubed up his own cock after casting the spells on Oliver. He'd
been stroking himself as he watched the two of them go at it and he was now at
full mast. He approached Oliver from behind and got down on his knees, right
between his brother's legs. Harry and Draco knew what was coming and Harry had
the camera ready, and perfectly lined up.
Oliver's heard George moving behind him, his face had a puzzled expression on
it, but he couldn't twist his head back to look because of the way Draco was
pulling his arms. He felt George's cock press against the outside of his hole
just above his brother's. As the realization dawned on him of what the twins
had planned, his expression of surprise was... priceless.
Harry captured that exact moment PERFECTLY with a shot on his wizarding camera.
George was meeting resistance and increased the pressure on Oliver's ring.
Finally, it opened and he began slipping inside. Oliver's face shifted from
surprised and contorted as the pain/pleasure of the second cock inside him took
hold.
"Oh. OH! AH! OH FUCK!" Oliver half yelled, half moaned. George slowly worked
his cock inside, inch by inch, Oliver's face contorting in new ways each time
he moved in further. His moans softened a bit as it continued, but Oliver never
fell silent. Harry couldn't tell if they were moans of pain or pleasure, and
Oliver himself couldn't have said for sure either at that moment. But this
didn't dissuade Harry. He figured the twins knew what they were doing and so he
kept snapping pictures of Oliver's expressions, backing up every now and again
to get the image of all three of them.
"Damn, Oliver. I always love being inside you. But this! You're SO tight!
You're even tighter than Harry was" George said, voice going up a bit as he
surrendered to the amazing sensations radiating from his cock.
"Yea bro. It's so amazing feeling your cock slip along mine while it's inside
him" Fred said, feeling similar sexual energy spiking to his brain.
George finally buried himself all the way inside Oliver and paused, letting the
older teen get used to the double penetration. He rubbed his shoulders
soothingly. Fred loosened the bear hug and started stroking his back, so that
both of the twins were trying to comfort their team captain. Draco also
slackened his grip, but didn't let go. This was just TOO HOT to let it end, the
blond thought. He'd never conceived of such a thing even in his wildest dreams.
After a minute went by, Fred spoke softly into Oliver's ear, but loudly enough
so that all of them could hear. "Does it hurt Oliver?" he asked.
"Yes" Oliver replied, but there was no real strain in his voice. In fact, it
was almost a question, as though Oliver wasn't quite sure what he was feeling.
A pause.
Oliver opened his eyes. He'd shut them tightly before as George had pushed
inside him and had kept them tightly closed in pain, pleasure, and
concentration.
He looked down into Fred's eyes, an intensity in his gaze now.
Another pause.
"Do you want us to stop?" George asked.
"No... HURT ME!" he half-shouted, pleadingly, closing his eyes again. Then he
shifted his hips slightly, lifting himself off of the two cocks inside him,
then lowered himself back onto the huge girth their combined poles created,
groaning. Fred shifted his gaze past Oliver to lock eyes with George, and they
smiled at each other, huge grins splitting their faces as Oliver reacted just
the way they had hoped he would. With that, Draco and Fred both completely
released their grips on the older boy; they knew Oliver wouldn't recoil now.
George took the lead. He was the only one with any serious range of motion
anyway. He slowly drew his cock out of Oliver, moving very slowly as he didn't
want it to slip out when he neared the tip. The TIGHTNESS of Oliver's ass was
amazing. So was the feeling of his brother's cock running along the bottom of
his own as he slid along. He pulled most of the way out and then slid back in,
a bit more quickly.
Feeling George's cock slide inside him elicited another moan from Oliver. The
intensity of what they were doing was overloading his senses like nothing he'd
ever experienced before. The... stretching... feeling his rectum was sending to
his brain made his head swim. But underneath that was a pleasure as well. He'd
once been with another boy who really got off on getting spanked. And he knew
from childhood that it was painful being on the receiving end of a hard
spanking. Yet this boy loved it. 'Perhaps there IS something to this whole S&M'
thing he thought as George sped up his pace, fucking Oliver faster and harder.
Each time George bottomed out inside Oliver, he deliberately pushed his lover
forward slightly. The wasn't just to impale him completely, it was also to make
the older boy slide forward a bit. This had the effect of making Fred's cock
slide out a bit as well and so his brother could also experience the felling of
Oliver's overstretched hole moving across his shaft.
Either he'd forgotten about the camera or he didn't care. And Harry didn't ask,
since he wanted to continue. He moved to the side of the trio, getting good
shots of George slamming into Oliver and their team captain rolling with the
motion. He then moved around back to get several very good close ups of the two
hard cocks splitting open the ring of Oliver's muscled ass. George continued
his insistent, but not brutal, pounding of Oliver's hole. Every now and again
he'd shift his position so that the SIDE of his cock ran along his brother's,
stretching the tight ass in a different way.
After another minute, George paused, both to catch his breath and to allow his
libido to calm down for a minute. The three of them were so aroused there was
no way this was going to last TOO much longer. But he wanted to draw it out.
Also, there was one other thing he wanted to give to Oliver; he had an idea for
one last bit of eye candy.
"Hey Harry" he said, turning to look back at the boy who'd stood back to watch
the trio. "Do me a favor. Get on the bench and lay flat on your stomach, facing
us." Harry complied. He still had the camera in his hands and kept it with him
as he laid down, putting it on the bench in front of him just next to Fred's
thigh.
"Thanks mate." He turned his head forward to look at the blond. "Hey Draco.
Would you like to swallow another load of mine?"
"Yea. But don't you already have plans for it?" he jokingly said, nodding
towards Oliver.
"I have plans for my NEXT load" he said, patting Oliver's shoulder. "But my
LAST load is just over there if you're willing to hunt around for it" he said,
nodding towards Harry's bum. Draco looked puzzled for a moment, then realized
what he was getting at and his face turned... hungry... as he went to kneel on
the far end of the bench. It took Harry a moment to catch on as well. His
expression turned from surprised to excited. He'd certainly enjoyed getting
rimmed earlier and he wasn't about to say no.
Draco got on the bench behind Harry, put one hand on each cheek to spread them
open, and then dove forward, eagerly licking at Harry's ass. The spell had left
it perfectly clean from before. There was a slight bit of sweat and so there
was a slight taste of... Harry... in what Draco's tongue first picked up. He
loved that taste as well. He licked around the opening but was soon probing
deeply with his tongue, sucking as much of George's load out as he could. It
tasted just the same as before, but with that little dose of Harry in there.
Harry, for his part, was in pure ecstasy. His hole was one of the most
sensitive parts of his body. Feeling Draco attack it (there was no other word)
made him moan uncontrollably at the top of his lungs.
George could tell that this had the desired effect. They were still paused in
their fucking motions, but he felt Oliver's hole flex in excitement and could
see his cock twitching as he watched the young pair. Fred, noticing that Harry
had conveniently left the camera right next to him (forgotten when Draco
started eating him out) picked it up took several shots of the two. The angle
was wonderful. Harry was completely lost to the world, so overcome was he with
the sensation of the hot tongue probing him. The expression on his face was
exquisite and Fred framed it perfectly. He also got some amazing shots of Draco
from this angle, face half buried between Harry's ass cheeks. One particularly
good moment was when he pulled his face back for a moment, but stuck his tongue
out straight to keep probing Harry's ring, then sucking on the rosebud,
slurping up another few drops of George's load. That shot was definitely a
keeper. Draco was also oblivious to the camera, so intent was he on his task.
As soon as Fred was finished snapping and put down the camera, George started
in again Oliver. As he did so, Fred also started whispering in his ear, adding
to his excitement.
"Oh, yea, Oliver. Your ass feels SO tight like this. I love feeling my cock
slide against your insides at the same time as George's." This got Oliver
moaning again. Between that and the fantastic sight of Draco's young blond face
eating out Harry he was ready to cum very quickly.
"Fuck! Yea... Oliver, I'm gonna seed your hole!" And with that, he let loose
six sizable shots of cum inside his team captain's ass. He kept up his fucking
motions as he did so, even after he'd completely shot it all, squishing his
load all around Oliver's insides. The feeling of his twin's load gushing past
his own cock and slicking it up while it was still inside their lover was all
Fred needed. He unloaded inside Oliver as well just a short time later.
Oliver could feel cum leaking out of his hole. There was so much of it, and
with the way the two cocks spread him open, it was impossible to keep inside.
He was so close himself and wanted to try something. Could he cum without
touching himself? He leaned back off of Fred (who he'd basically been lying on
top of) and got up on his wrists enough so that his arms could take his weight.
He shifted his body a bit to change angles. Fred was still hard enough, and
certainly slick enough, for him to ride his cock and made sure it jabbed his g-
spot. He did so and a wave of pleasure was added to the stimulation he was
already feeling.
After ten self-inflicted thrusts of the cock against his prostate Oliver
screamed out "I'm cuming!" The four of them looked towards his cock which
exploded a second later, all without him touching it. He'd been so stimulated
for so long that his balls had had plenty of time to churn up a nice big load.
The first three shots arced out and hit the wall of lockers behind Fred's head,
depositing several drips on the boy as it flew over him. Four more shots hit
Fred's head, splattering his hair, forehead, and face. Several more, less
powerful, shots sent more goo onto Fred's chest and abs.
Oliver's breathing took a few moments to return to normal has he came down from
his massive climax. He pulled off of the now largely deflated cocks in his ass
and squatted back, still kneeling, and still enjoying the wave of pleasure that
was washing over him.
Draco decided to take advantage. He got up from where he was kneeling between
Harry's legs and went around the bench to get at Fred from the other side.
Harry whined a bit, jokingly, about the loss of Draco's attention to his ass.
But he had to admit that the blond had made him feel ready good and had pretty
much gotten 'all he'd cum for' Harry thought with an internal laugh. Plus, he
guessed what Draco was going to do next and he wanted to watch.
The blond kneeled on the bench, leaned over, and started licking Fred clean
beginning with his abs and working his way up. Harry, Oliver, and George
watched this unfold, transfixed by the cute blond's eagerness to chase every
last drop he could find. It was such a hot sight.
George, seeing that Draco was hard again, guessed that the erectile potion
they'd given him still hadn't quite worked its way out of his system. He got up
and stood behind Draco as the blond was working his tongue up Fred's body and
started fingering him. His two digits slipped in easily even though the
lubrication spell had worn off; there was still cum inside him which slicked
George's finger as he slid past the puckering ring. "Oh, Merlin!" Draco moaned,
sitting back a bit, and pushing himself onto George's finger.
Watching his twin attempt to bring Draco over the edge one more time (did this
make FIVE?) Fred decided to help. With Draco's tongue tracing a path along his
torso he was close enough to reach over and start wanking the blond. The two of
them somehow got into a rhythm, the strokes coming in perfect time with the
fingers pressing on his g-spot. Draco moaned even more intensely, his voice
going up again. The stimulation for him was delightfully overpowering. He was
licking delicious cum off a hot boy while being fingered and wanked at the same
time.
The interesting side effect of this, both Harry and Oliver noted as they
watched, is that he could now barely 'keep his mind on his work' so to say.
Whereas he'd started licking up Oliver's juices in a determined and systematic
way, careful not to miss a drop, his movements were rather erratic now. He keep
at it with his tongue, but was spreading it around just as much as lapping it
up, so overcome was he with the stimulation the twins were giving him. He
managed to lick a little of the load from Fred's face before Fred grabbed Draco
with his free hand and pulled him into a kiss. They gently tongue wrestled for
a bit, Draco moaning into Fred's mouth. Fred enjoyed tasting Oliver, and found
it funny how he was doing so indirectly, being fed his cum by someone else.
'Why not cap off the series' Oliver thought, picking up the camera on the bench
next to him. He took several shots of Draco making out with Fred and then more
than a few shots of his crotch, both the wanking he was getting from the front
and the fingering from and into his behind. They were going at Draco intensely,
wanting to get him off a final time. After just a couple of minutes of him
moaning into Fred's mouth while being wanked HARD, and the two fingers
constantly probing his g-spot, he went over the edge a final time, pulling back
from the kiss has he did so.
"Oooo...ooooo...ohhhhhh...hhhh...yesss...ssss...ssss...ssss" he moaned, voice
quivering in time to the twin's synchronized motions. He shuddered several
times and then stilled. "Stop! Please!" he nearly screamed, the over
stimulation becoming too much. They did and Draco dropped forward, panting,
head resting on Fred's torso.
Moving carefully so as not to make any noise, Oliver got up and stowed the
camera away again. He figured Draco would forget about it, at least for a time,
in his post-orgasmic haze. With any luck, it would be till at least later
tonight. This would give them a chance to get shots out of the camera in a
secure place in case he had second thoughts, or suspected that there had been
more photos taken than they had let on.
Oliver looked back at the four of them strewn across the bench, each enjoying
their post orgasmic bliss. He was feeling the same way himself and just stood
there for a while, enjoying the sensations his body was giving him and the
erotic sight off all these cute naked boys in the locker room.
After a few more minutes he said, "Shall we shower off and head up to dinner?"
"Yes!" they all said, in unison, then laughed. Each slowly made it to their
feet and headed into the showers.
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***** Harry creates his album *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry finally gets the pictures out of the camera. And he's surprised
     by what he sees. There are shots in there he wasn't aware of.
Quick note... this is just a solo masturbation chapter. More sexual encounters
are coming soon. Hint as to what's next in the last paragraph.
The next couple of days passed uneventfully. Classes were unremarkable and
Harry was glad to see that neither Oliver nor the twins were treating him any
differently. Draco still shot him the evil eye every now and again, and he
could tell that he was participating in hushed conversations while his
Slytherin housemates looked over at Harry and his friends. But Harry noticed a
shift in the way Draco looked at him. The way his gaze over at Harry was
different when nobody else was looking. Harry returned the gaze whenever he got
it, reflecting the unspoken agreement that they'd "keep up appearances" for
now, but that there were deep feelings underneath, just starting to be
explored.
After the amazing time he'd had with Draco and his teammates in the locker room
Harry knew, despite the large storage capacity of his wizard camera, that he
would need to develop the photos soon in order to empty it out and make room
for more. He still had the photos from the threesome with Oliver and the twins
to develop in addition to ones they'd taken to have leverage over Draco.
But as Colin had learned the hard way, thanks to Harry, photo albums left
around could be discovered by others. These pictures had to be guarded with his
life. The consequences of their discovery would be catastrophic to Harry and to
anyone he had, or would, photograph.
As with so many of the questions he had with magic he knew that he could count
on Hermione for information. He needed to learn about the various spells that
would be required without her knowing exactly what he wanted them for. "I'd
like to create a photo album of voyeuristic photos for wanking" wasn't exactly
something he could come right out and ask about. The way to approach her came
to him later that day.
After classes, when he and Hermione were alone in a quiet corner of the common
room, he broached the subject. "Hermione?"
"Yes Harry?" she asked, looking up from her parchment.
"You keep a diary, right?"
"Why?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well... I was thinking of starting one and I wanted to ask your advice about
it."
"Oh." Her expression softened. "I thought you were asking because you wanted to
read something in mine."
"No, absolutely not! Stuff in there is private and I wouldn't dream of peering
into your thoughts like that. In fact, that's related to what I wanted to ask
you about. I'm sure you're worried about someone reading it. I have the same
worries about mine. I'd like to protect it with some spells to keep anyone from
reading it. I thought you might know of some spells that I could use to help."
"Actually, yes." She lowered her voice conspiratorially, and leaned in.
"There's a small spell book that contains a bunch of useful stuff like that.
They're normally not available to people underage, but I managed to get a
copy." At Harry's inquisitive look, she elaborated. "I asked a seventh year
almost this same question last year and she gave it to me. The book was
assembled by a witch in Victorian times specifically for young women to create
secret diaries. She said that this book has been passed down through Gryffindor
students for a very long time. She said that she trusted me to keep it safe and
pass it on when the time was right."
"Wow. That sounds perfect. Can I use it?"
"Yes, but..."
"I promise to give it back when I'm done. I'll let you decide how best to pass
it on."
"You read my mind. Sure. Let me go get it now."
She went up the staircase to the girl's wing and returned a couple of minutes
later, handing him the book. It was very small, about 6 inches square, and only
a few dozen pages. Clearly a specialized book meant to apply to only a specific
task. In this case, the exact task that Harry wanted to accomplish.
"Take a look through it and see which spells you think you'll want to use. I'd
suggest you send away for the spell ingredients you'll need; there shouldn't be
many. And an actual diary or course, if you haven't already bought it" she
said, smiling.
"Wow! Thanks 'Mione, this is perfect." He flipped through the first few pages,
then tucked it carefully into his bag. "We should finish this assignment, I
guess."
"Right! Yes... so... here's what I'm thinking..."
As Hermione detailed her thoughts on their homework assignment, Harry smiled to
himself. He'd asked that question specifically to distract her. He wanted to
page through the book privately since there were spells in there that he saw
he'd want to use, but didn't want her to see exactly what he had in mind.
It was nearly supper time when they finished. "Shall we go down to the great
hall?" she asked.
"You go ahead. I want to put my stuff in my room and straighten up a bit before
I head down. See you there."
"OK" she said, heading off.
Harry went to his room, anxious to page through the book she had given him.
Only Seamus was there as he entered, himself on the way out.
"See you down there" he said as he passed Harry, heading down to eat, not
waiting for a reply. This suited Harry just fine. He sat back on the bed and
paged through the various spells. Some of them were about what he expected: how
to alter a book's physical appearance and how to mask the content, to name two.
But several other spells caught his eye and, now that he knew about them,
realized that they'd be perfect additions to the album he wanted to put
together.
He pulled out pen and parchment from his bag and set out making a list of the
spells he'd use. He chose several from the list of enchantments in the tiny
book:
- copying the appearance of one book onto another, even one of a different size
- password protection
- fake pages
- scrap booking placeholders
- magical addition of new pages
Looking over this combination, Harry felt that all of these together would meet
his needs perfectly. From the outside, he could make it look like one of his
school books. He's use a small potions quick reference book since he knew
everyone kept that same guide through all seven years of Hogwarts, and it
weighed next to nothing. The book would only open when he unlocked with a
specific spell and password. If someone managed to get past that, they would
see only the fake "cover pages" that he would plant in there. Another spell was
needed to get past those. (He made a note to himself to generate a bunch of
quidditch strategy notes to make others think THAT was what he wanted to
protect.) The scrap book spell meant that placeholders would be set into each
page for photographs to be lined up and that these spots would allow spells for
wizarding photo development to easily snap into neat boxes. The book would
expand to add more pages as he needed them and this would not add weight. The
spell hadn't said what the limit would be, but that there had been books of
over 5,000 pages created with the spell.
He made a note of what he'd need. There were only a few materials required for
each spell, in addition to the actual book to be enchanted, and some components
were common between the spells. He jotted down a list of the ingredients onto
an order form for a store in Diagon Alley that had an owl order catalog.
Realizing that it was getting a bit late he quickly put everything away in his
trunk, grabbing an owl treat, and then jogged up to the owlry to send Hedwig on
her way with the order. He found her quickly gave her the treat along with the
note. She was actually quite pleased at the timing of the message. The sun was
setting and owls are obviously nocturnal creatures, so this was much better
than a daytime request.
He jogged down the many stairs towards the great all. He was winded when he got
there but had made it in well enough time to still grab some food. He was
panting a bit when he sat down at his usual place. Ron was, as usual, absorbed
with this eating, almost oblivious to what was happening around him. But
Hermione saw that Harry was breathing hard.
"Ran down here Harry?" she asked.
"Uh... yea" he said, half smiling in embarrassment.
"Lost track of time? Maybe you were absorbed in a book?" she teased, with a
knowing expression. She turned back to her food, letting the matter drop. Harry
didn't feel the need to respond. He grabbed some of the remaining food from the
serving trays in the middle of the table and tucked into his supper.
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The supplies he ordered came with the morning post that following Saturday. Ron
saw it arrive, since he was next to Harry in his usual spot. "What's that?" he
asked.
"Stuff I need for potions. I've been having trouble with a few of our recent
lessons and I need this for practicing."
"Really?" Ron asked, disbelief in his voice. "Since when have you practiced
potions outside of class?"
Hermione, suspecting that these were the enchantment ingredients Harry needed
for his "diary" stepped in to help.
"I think that's great Harry. I'll join you if you like and we can study
together. Ron, you should come!"
"No thanks!" he quickly replied, then started studying his breakfast intently,
hoping the matter of extra class work would be dropped.
Harry shot Hermione a glance and mouthed 'thanks' to her, and she smiled back.
He tucked the parcel under the bench, then started finishing his breakfast
quickly so that he could leave as soon as possible. He left as soon as his
plate was clean with a quick "see you later" to Ron and Hermione, not giving
them time to reply or waylay him. He was so excited he practically ran up to
his room which was, fortunately, empty as everyone was still eating.
He opened the parcel and found everything he'd ordered was there. The
enchantment components, the photography development ingredients that he
couldn't gather on Hogwart's grounds, and the large tome he'd ordered for his
album. The pages were much bigger than normal, allowing for a 3 by 2 grid on
each page for 5x7 inch prints. While rather large when open he figured that,
since he'd be using it for wanking, it would be nice to be able to see a lot of
photos at once. This would allow his eyes to wander without having to turn
pages as often. Since he could shrink the book magically, it would still be
small, light, and easy to handle when it wasn't in use.
Looking over the steps for the enchantments, none looked particularly
difficult. But they would time consuming. He'd need several hours to finish
everything since they needed to be done one at a time. He wanted to do this
without interruptions and do the enchantments in secret so that none suspected
what the book really was. And since he wanted to put the pictures on his camera
into the album as soon as possible, secrecy was even more important. So that
ruled out his dorm. He sat and thought about it for a few minutes running over
a few possibilities in his head. The only thing that made sense was to go to
one of the storage areas late at night. He couldn't use a classroom because
Filtch would likely be checking them. There was a space just under the
astronomy tower that should work. It was basically a large storage closet that
someone had added a workbench to. But no one had used it for quite some time.
He and Ron had stumbled onto it last year when they were looking for one their
classrooms and hadn't yet learned the school's layout. One of the upper year
students in Ravenclaw has sent them up there and told them that the door was
really stiff, thinking it would be good joke on them to have to climb all those
stairs and then fight with the door. It wasn't until they finally forced it
open that they realized they'd been duped, nicely accomplishing the task making
them late for their class.
But that prank had now turned to Harry's favor. Filtch would check the
astronomy tower but would pass by the disused storage closet. It might be
sometime before anyone came in here again. There simply wasn't enough time for
him to check every nook and cranny of the castle on his nightly rounds. As long
as Harry put something at the base of the door to keep any light from leaking
into the hallway, he should be fine.
He bundled up everything he would need: his camera, the book, a small potion,
the ingredients for both the enchantments and the photographic development, and
an old towel for the base of the door to block light. He thought about it bit
more and realized that he'd DEFINITELY want to wank when he saw the photos
coming out of the camera. In fact, he was already hard thinking about them.
There were the pictures from behind the mirror of Oliver and the twins. And
there were the blackmail insurance shots they'd taken of Draco giving head and
happily slurping up a load of cum, with half of it on his face. Harry was
growing more confident that they'd never need to use them as leverage. But he
was very glad to have them as even just the memories were adding fun
enhancements to his fantasies. He was also excited about the shots of Oliver
getting double fucked by Fred and George. He'd only begun to start thinking
about sex in general, let alone the concept of two dicks at once. He was
curious to see what that looked like up close, and to remember the look on
Oliver's face as it was happening to him. (Harry had no idea, but would soon
learn, about the additional photos in the camera that he knew nothing about.)
Excited about the upcoming evening, he threw some lube into the satchel. A
bottle of the stuff was near his bed for those nights when we wanted a quick
and quiet wank but when he suspected his roommates might be awake to hear a
lubrication spell. (He'd heard THEM mutter those spells occasionally in the wee
hours and wasn't comfortable with them knowing his... goings on.)
While being overheard wasn't a risk tonight while he was in the storage closet,
he knew his wand would be used for other things and he didn't want to risk
damaging either his project, the photos, or his cock by trying to juggle too
many spell types around. He hid his invisibility cloak and the satchel under
his pillows, along with a set of clothes. His plan was to be seen, in his
pajamas, going to bed. Then sneak out later.
He went down to the common room and set about getting all his homework done.
Normally he wasn't this astute and procrastinated until Sunday. But he knew
that he'd be missing, or at least shifting sleep this weekend. Plus, he knew
that having FINALLY found a safe way to store the pictures on his camera he'd
want to spend a lot of... quality time... with them.
A couple of hours later he was done with his assignments, then spent the next
couple of hours getting ready for tonight. He went up to the astronomy tower
and went through the storage room where we wanted to do work later, giving the
workbench a quick once over to clear most of it off and dropping off a lantern
for lighting the room later on. The rest of the day as he normally would: like
playing some impromptu games out on the grounds since the weather was so nice,
walking around by the lake, and just generally bumming around. After supper, he
walked back up to Gryffindor tower with Ron, who invited him to play a few
games of wizarding chess. Harry declined, claiming that he was too tired. Ron
gave him a bit of an odd look... it was very early, only about 19:30. They
normally didn't go to bed for quite a while. But Seamus said that he'd play and
Ron jumped at the chance, Harry's early bed time quickly forgotten as they
settled into a quiet corner and set up the board.
'Perfect!' Harry thought, heading up to his room.
"Hi Harry" Neville said as he came in. His friend was reading a book in bed.
"Hey Neville. I'm heading in early. So tired... no idea why."
"Well, you were running around a lot out on the lawn today. I was in a few of
those games and could barely keep up. Guess you tired yourself out, eh mate?"
"Guess so" Harry agreed, grateful for readymade excuse Neville just provided.
"Nite then."
"Nite" Neville replied, returning to his book.
Harry changed into his pajamas and got into bed, closing the curtains of the
four-poster around him. He checked that his satchel was still there, along with
his cloak, then tucked his wand in with them. He took out the small potion from
his satchel and drank it. It was a sleeping potion that would wear off in six
hours. With all his anticipation about the upcoming project he knew there was
NO way he'd be able to sleep otherwise. And this early bedtime meant that he'd
have plenty of time to work before the rest of the castle was awake. While not
a FULL night's sleep, six hours wasn't bad and he figured he could nap Sunday
to help make up for it. He laid back and was asleep almost immediately.
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He awoke in total darkness. It took him a moment to remember everything and get
his wits about him. He pulled one of the curtains aside and saw beam of
moonlight shooting through one of the windows onto the floor. Pausing for a
moment and listening carefully, he heard nothing other than heavy breathing,
and a bit of light snoring, from the other beds in the room. He closed the
curtains again and felt around for his wand, illuminating the tip at a very low
level when his groping hand found it. In the dim light, he shucked his pajamas
and changed into the set of clothes he'd put together, along with a pair of
decently broken in shoes that would keep his feet from making any noise in the
halls as long as he stepped gingerly.
He put the satchel over one shoulder and then donned the cloak. Extinguishing
his wand, he very slowly and quietly parted the curtains on his bed and shifted
on the floor, making virtually no noise. Pausing to ensure nobody was roused,
he closed the curtains behind him and continued on a moment later, exiting the
room and pulling the door shut behind him. The boys had learned early that
inevitably there would need to be nighttime trips to the bathroom. Squeaky
hinges meant being woken up so they had a small can of oil on the shelf by the
door to keep them well lubricated. Harry had used it earlier in the day,
thinking ahead to this moment.
He continued on his way, through the common room and out the portrait hole. The
Fat Lady was asleep, and didn't stir when the portrait swung open and Harry
shut it behind him. He was invisible under the cloak and so wasn't worried
about being spotted in any case. After winding his way through the corridors
and up numerous stairs he arrived at the storage room and went inside. He used
his wand to light a lantern inside then shut the door behind him and firmly
secured the towel he'd brought under the door jamb, preventing the lantern's
light from filtering into the hall.
Wasting no time, he cast a cleansing spell on the dusty workbench, set out all
of the items from his satchel on it, and got to work. The first phase was to
get the album ready to hold of his pictures. He checked the book Hermione had
lent him again about which spells to cast in which order and started off. Each
enchantment took a bit of time to take effect, sometimes as much as 10 or 15
minutes before the glow around it faded, indicating that the effect had taken
hold and that it was safe to cast another. While he waited, he practiced the
silencing charms that he'd seen used on this camera. He knew they'd be very
handy. By the time the fourth enchantment was complete, he'd gotten it down
well and the camera stayed silent. The effect would last for quite a long time
now, probably 12 hours at least each time he cast it. Between then enchantment
casting time and the prep time, it meant that a few hours passed before the
book was finally ready. But it was worth it.
Harry tested it out. When closed, it was a tiny guidebook that could easily be
slipped into a large pocket. It would not open without an incantation and
password. Harry tried several spells to bust it open and they all failed. Once
open, it would show a series of quidditch strategies until Harry muttered
another, different, password incantation. Then the book opened to its full
size, pages ready with picture sized placeholders.
Harry then moved to phase two, bringing his camera over and started the spell
that would develop the photos. Each photo in the 'stack' required a gesture of
his want to draw it out of the device and place it onto a specific placeholder
in the book. He began doing so. At first, they were the pictures he'd taken
with Colin around the ground of the school. He discarded these.
Eventually he saw the first one he wanted to keep, the picture he'd taken from
behind the mirror of Oliver and the twins showering. His cock came to full mast
almost instantly as several more shots emerged. He kept most of them,
discarding into the ether several shots that looked like near duplicates.
Interestingly, there were none that came out blurry or overexposed. Another
nice feature of the spelled wizarding camera he supposed. As their bathing gave
way to the twins taunting of Oliver, then his restraint of them on the wall and
the sexual teasing, Harry could wait no longer. He took his cock out, lubed it
up, and rubbed himself rapidly as he paged back and forth between the various
sets of photos. He was glad he'd chosen such a large book... he could look at
twelve 5"x7" photos at a time.
Each one had several seconds of motion, then would pause, morph a bit, and
start up again, repeating the 'clip' as it were. He watched the sucking and
teasing of the twins as Oliver 'disciplined' them. Harry continued his jerking,
the lube making the unmistakable 'fwap fwap fwap' sound familiar to anyone who
has ever heard themselves, or another, masturbate cock. He imagined what it
would be like to have two mouths working on him at once the way he'd seen Fred
and George go at Oliver. Harry came within two minutes, moaning softly as he
did so, shifting his mind's eye to what it would be like to be restrained while
Oliver went down on HIM and fingered his hole like he was doing to the ginger
pair.
Harry cleaned himself up and continued on with developing the pictures. As the
story the pictures told unfolded, Oliver released the twins and they moved on
the super-hot anal play that Harry, and his camera, had also been witness to.
By the time the series was done Harry was hard again. But he didn't want to
wank off again just yet, even though he was sure it wouldn't take much. He
wanted to see the shots they'd gotten of Draco.
Starting a new page, he began to develop those shots and place them in the
album. He was not disappointed. As he'd hoped, they were absolutely perfect!
There were over two dozen shots of Draco giving his first blowjob. Just as he'd
suspected at the time, the close-up shots WERE perfect blackmail material if he
ever needed it. While the wider shots showed George enjoying his ministrations,
with the close-ups, you couldn't tell who was being sucked off by the blond
(though, admittedly, the ginger crotch would narrow the candidate list).
Harry was getting more and more excited has the shots were put into the album.
When the angle changed, showing the action from underneath, Draco's finger
gently probing George's hole, Harry knew the money shot was coming soon and he
got the lube ready. Again, he was not disappointed. There were 14 shots taken
from the camera over the course of the massive load George shot when he came.
While all were amazing, Harry's favorite was one of the pictures near then end
where a large shot hit Draco in the cheek, splattering all over it. The fact
that this action was animated as part of the wizarding picture's effect only
made it that much hotter.
Harry had seen plenty of wizarding photographs by now. But usually, they
portraits of people's family or shots in the newspapers. Most people in them
were waving, playing sports, walking down the street, or going about their
business in some way shape or form. He'd had some idea of the erotic potential
of this type of photography (wizarding vs. muggle) but it wasn't until just
now, watching a white creamy load slowly drip down Draco's face that the sheer
stimulating capability of this medium hit Harry. It wasn't that Harry had
reached this conclusion as some sort of conscious reasoned thought or
intellectual epiphany, rather it was the subconscious connection in his mind
that almost all boys go through around that age: he liked porn, and wanted
more!
He paused his casting and put down his want when he'd developed the last of
that group, Fred having pulled back to hide the camera from Draco before the
blond opened his eyes. Harry re-lubed his cock and started in again, using his
other (clean) hand to turn the pages back and forth. His gaze parsed the
pictures in order as they were taken. Even though there was no sound, between
the short snippets of motion captured and the expressions on Draco's face as
the action progressed (the smile on his lips, his wanking, the way he returned
to the spewing cock to swallow all the cum he could) it was amazingly obvious
just how much the boy had enjoyed, if not craved, what he was doing. Harry was
still a bit bewildered by that whole scheme and amazed that they had pulled it
off. Draco had absolutely no idea that Fred had shot such a perfectly
scandalous set of pictures.
He'd been looking at the pictures for a few minutes now, steadily jerking
himself as we watched the whole scene unfold across the series then turned back
to go through it again. Harry was now sure that they'd never use them for that
blackmail. But the realization, that he COULD if wanted to, sent him over the
edge again with the euphoric power trip it invoked. His moan was not so soft
this time as another dry orgasm overtook him.
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He took a moment to catch his breath. Cleaning himself up, he got sort of half
dressed; he didn't rule out a round three since he imagined the pictures of
Oliver's double stuffing would probably be a hot sight as well.
He confirmed that the scrap book continued adding pages to itself as was
needed. He'd just about filled up the pages that had been part of the original
book binding before he'd enchanted it. Seeing the spell work as intended, and
confirming that he'd not run out of pages for more pictures anytime soon, he
started in again with the photographic development spells.
What he saw confused him. Rather than the pics of Oliver and the twins that
he'd expected, he instead saw two figured which he quickly realized were Draco
and himself on all fours! Did Oliver... (Harry continued casting) he DID! That
cheeky bastard had photographed them. Harry had cast the spell so many times
now he was basically on automatic, so his shock only caused him to pause for a
moment. He continued on, and the scene of his and Draco's deflowering was
captured with the same intimate level of detail that Draco's first blow job.
There it all was. Their facial expressions as Fred and George had started
rimming them. Shots from the side showing just how hard their cocks were. Close
ups of the twin's tongues as they swirled around the rosebud in front of them.
Still more shots of the twin's fingers loosening them both up while they licked
at their balls. Then there were the shots of the big moment, their first time
being penetrated by a hard cock, and their facial expressions of THAT first
experience.
Harry paused. He was angry, but only for a second really. If Oliver had wronged
him... well, he'd done the same to him and the twins already with that shower
scene from behind the mirror, and to Draco only a few minutes before. He had no
right to feel angry. And, as he saw the shots that his team captain had taken,
he had to admit that they were really hot. And he was also kind of excited that
his first time had been captured so thoroughly. He'd be able to relive it over
and over again. And with these pictures, it gave him a view of DRACO's first
time as well, something denied him the first time as he was lost in his own
blissful state.
He continued pulling pictures out of the camera. He was amazed at how clearly
they showed everything. The side views of the hard cocks sliding into them. The
twins actually smiling at the camera a few times when Oliver was taking a wide
shot. 'Shameless tossers' Harry though with a chuckle. The shots of Draco's
blissful smile as Fred took his virginity we also a sight to behold. Then there
were the shots taken from underneath, showing the ginger's cocks sliding into
them, their down rock-hard cocks twitching slightly with each thrust. 'That
must have been a cumbersome angle for Oliver to squat in' he thought. The next
couple of pictures showed Fred and George making out while they were still
fucking him and Draco. 'Wow! That had to be incredible! Trying to tongue
wrestle with someone while still keeping up a steady rhythm.' Harry was curious
as to whether they'd practiced that somehow or if it had just come to them
naturally.
The camera's angle shifted on the next picture. Harry remembered Oliver
bringing them over the edge while he sat in front of them. He'd clearly taken
pains to hide the camera when they were looking since Harry (like Draco) had no
idea that it had been in use. His erection had come back full force now, but he
was so curious about how the pictures came out he left it alone for the time
being.
The photos resumed with shots with Harry and Draco on their back, legs in the
air, and the twins fucking them from this new angle. There were some seriously
close up shots here as well. He could see their balls drawing up tight against
them as they got close. Also, some hots shots of their making out with the
younger boys. Harry was still amazed at just how oblivious he was of the
camera's presence so nearby. It emboldened him for future potential "projects"
of this sort as his subjects were unlikely to sense they were on display. As he
thought back on it, he realized that while the twins no doubt LIKED kissing
them, this was also a similar ploy to get them to keep their eyes closed so
that Oliver could continue shooting. Harry was half disappointed that Oliver
had stopped shooting before the twins came. Even though they'd unloaded inside
it would have been nice to see the expressions on all of their faces as it
happened.
Harry's disappointment at that missed moment soon faded as the last group of
pictures emerged from the camera. These Harry DID expect as he'd shot them
himself. He watched as they portrayed Oliver's ass, slowly lowering himself
onto Fred's cock. Several shots of this hot in-and-out motion then gave way to
a shift in camera angle as Harry walked around Oliver for the setup and Draco
held Oliver in place. There was a certain fun anticipation to this as the shots
captured George's approach from behind, cock straight as an arrow. The angle
was just right that it caught the second ginger lining himself up for his
target and then Oliver's huge eyed surprise, then gaping moan of pain/pleasure
as his ring was slowly forced open to accommodate two cocks for the first time.
The scene unfolder, picture by picture, of Oliver impaling himself on the twin
cocks. The side angle Harry was able to get was perfect for that. Harry
recalled laying the camera down to allow Draco to have his way with him. So he
received another shock when still more pictures emerged from the device that he
hadn't taken. But, as before, he was ultimately happy for the surprise.
Watching Draco eat him out, seeking out George's seed inside him, his tongue
rubbing and probing, it was so incredible in how vividly it stoked his
memories. This is another memory he was happy to be able relive over and over.
Finally, he saw the last set of pictures... ones he was expecting again. The
shots of the twins working Draco from both ends to bring him over the edge one
final time.
Harry decided that there was no way he could NOT wank again. These shots, and
the recent memories they triggered, were just SO hot. He started jerking
himself again and paged back and forth a few times through the last bunch of
shots, going through the whole sequence twice, before finally deciding to
linger on the shots of Oliver's double penetration. He had to admit a curiosity
as to what that must have felt like for him. He'd not had a chance to ask and
wasn't at all sure how to bring it up even if he did.
Since he was done with spell casting he decided to use his wand after all to
cleanse himself and to lube up his other hand. He continued jerking his cock
while his other hand probed at his hole. With his two recent orgasms this one
was, thankfully, taking a bit longer. It allowed him to explore his hole a bit
while wanking, something he'd not done before. He was envisioning what it would
be like to have two cocks inside him like Oliver did. It was as he was working
his third finger in that he went over the edge for a third time, a vivid
thought of being double stuffed swimming around in his head.
Coming down from his orgasmic bliss, it occurred to him that, if not for the
twins, it would have been quite a long time before such a thing had ever
occurred to him, if ever. He'd have to find a way to thank them for
accelerating his sexual awakening. 'But that will probably be AFTER I find a
way to punish them for their cheeky moves with the camera' he thought with a
small chuckle.
He cleaned himself up and got dressed, then packed up all of the remnants of
his project. He wanted to leave no trace of his having been here if anyone ever
checked the room. Taking a last look at his new album he closed it and watched
it shrink down to pocket sized in less than two seconds. He tucked it into his
satchel along with his camera. Checking the room one last time he extinguished
the lamp when he was next to the door, grabbed the towel at the door jamb, and
threw his invisibility cloak over himself. Slowly opening the door, peering
into the hall and seeing and hearing no one, he headed back to Gryffindor
tower. On his way, he passed by a mirror and realized that he wanted to test a
theory.
Getting his camera out, he held it up to his face as if to take a picture.
While some of it was obscured, it was still far too visible for him to lurk
around undetected. He tried holding it near his chest but had the same issue.
After some groping around, he realized that the fabric was light enough that if
he wrapped it around the lens and wedged it into the casing just... so... then
he was still almost entirely invisible. The front face of the lens could be
seen but only just. Unless someone shined a light directly at it, he could
probably go about this way with little risk. The only downside was that he
wouldn't be able to look through the viewfinder to line up his shots. But
overall, a small price to pay. He made a mental note to practice with the
camera this way to help overcome that limitation.
He made it all the way back from the astronomy tower to the boys dorm without
being seen by anyone. He was just down the hall from his room when he saw the
door open. Since he was on edge while sneaking around he'd pressed himself up
against the wall. Ron and Seamus stepped out, with towels thrown over their
shoulder, obviously heading for the shower. This would have been a normal thing
to see except for two things. First, it was obvious they were walking
carefully, basically tiptoeing, to keep from making any noise. Second, it was
right now four in the morning.
While a bit tired from his earlier project and the abbreviated sleep, this
seemed like an interesting opportunity for Harry to expand his photograph
collection earlier than he'd expected. Plus, he was curious what the two of
them were up to. He decided to find out.
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***** Ron initiates Seamus *****
Chapter Summary
     On the way back from his after-hour project, Harry comes across Ron
     and Seamus sneaking off together. What could they be up to?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
While a bit tired from his earlier project and the abbreviated sleep, Harry was
curious what the two of them were up to. He decided to find out.
They quietly moved down the hallway, focusing their efforts on not making any
noise. They walked right past Harry with his invisibility cloak on. It would
have been very difficult to perceive him there in any situation; he'd quieted
his breathing and didn't move. But they were so concentrated on being quiet
that it likely contributed to their obliviousness at his presence. Harry was
both curious as to what was happening and excited about the possibility that
this opened up: getting pictures of two cute roommates in the showers. The
silencing charm was still active on the camera from his earlier practice with
it, so that was ready to go. But he was weighed down with the satchel.
He noticed how, in their care to minimize noise, that they were moving slowly.
He quickly calculated that he'd likely be able to make this work since they
were just coming out of their room and the showers were at the far end of
Gryffindor tower. (One of the perks of being an upperclassman was that THEIR
rooms were closer.) He quickly made his way back to his door and, as soon as
Ron and Seamus were around the corner, quickly but quietly opened it and went
inside. Leaving it open a crack behind him, and stepping gingerly, he race-
walked over to his bed, dropped the satchel behind the curtains, fished out his
camera, and closed the curtains again, settling them in place so that, like
before, no one could easily tell his four-poster was empty. After a moment's
thought, he shucked his trainers and socks and kicked them under the bed. The
trainers would squeak on the wet tile floor of the showers; wet socks would be
so slippery that he'd be sure to lose his balance at some point. So bare feet
it was.
Quickly going back out into the hall he quietly shut the door behind him and
then headed off to the showers. He made it right on their heels and was able to
shuffle past Seamus as he was shutting the door behind them. Once inside, Harry
moved well away from them so as to not risk an accidental collision. He moved
around a corner and off to a side room so that he could wrap the cloak around
the lens in the way he'd just discovered to hide his presence while still
allowing use of the camera. 'Guess I'll get some hand-on practice with shooting
from my torso' he thought.
Harry hadn't heard any conversion during his brief moment of absence. Coming
back around the corner he saw that they'd only removed their pajama shirts and
both stood there, pajama bottoms still on. A moment passed while they stood
there, a bit awkwardly, just looking at each other. Harry got a shot of them
standing there shirtless.
Ron finally broke the ice. "So, have you..." he made a motion with his fist as
if jerking off.
"No, not since we met up last weekend. No privacy." Seamus replied. "Waiting
has been HARD." They both chuckled at his obvious pun. Harry wondered how long
they'd been doing this.
"Yea, me either." There was a pause. "I... um... I know we've only done this
like a few times ('that answers that question' Harry thought) but I was
wondering if maybe you'd want to try more than just jerking each other?"
"Like what?" Seamus asked. He was innocent about this stuff, but was very
excited about learning. He knew that people got up to 'naughty' things with
their privates but he really had no idea about details.
"Some stuff I sah-heard my brothers... talking about." Ron corrected himself
quickly and Seamus didn't think anything of it. But Harry suspected that he was
going to say "saw my brothers doing" but caught himself. Maybe his friend Ron,
whom Harry has ASSUMED was innocent might a bit more... interested... in
messing around than he suspected. Had he seen Fred and George with each other?
This opened up all kinds of questions in Harry's mind. But he put them to the
side for the moment and focused back on what was happening in front of him.
"Well... how about I show you as we go?"
"Sure" Seamus said, smiling. He started taking off his pajama bottom and Ron
did the same. Both had started getting hard as soon as they started chatting
and they were both at full mast by the time they were undressed. Harry had seen
both of them in the showers before, stolen looks here and there, but never
erect. They were both about the same size as him and neither had hair yet. So,
all three of them seemed to be at about the same rung in the 'development
ladder' it seemed.
"Ron, did you bring you wand? That spell you used last time was WICKED."
"Yep... here" Ron replied, picking up his wand and casting a lubrication spell
on Seamus and himself. He put his wand down and then stepped closer to Seamus
reaching out. Grabbing his cock, he starting slowly jerking the freckled Irish
boy.
"Oh... oh yea" Seamus groaned, pressing himself closer to Ron and leaning
forward with his forehead resting on the redhead's shoulder.
Ron smiled at the enthusiasm, thinking back to the time when he'd walked in on
Seamus FUMBLING with himself (there was no other way to describe it) in their
room here at school a few weeks ago. His friend had covered up quickly,
embarrassed, but after a few minutes of cajoling Ron finally got him talking
about it. Seamus had started to have tingling 'down there' but didn't really
know anything. His parents never talked to him about this kind of stuff and he
had no siblings. He was totally in the dark.
Ron had learned a lot a year ago last summer. First, the twins had fed him
false information because they thought it would be funny. But Bill had put a
stop to that when he'd overheard the absurdities the twins were passing off to
Ron. During that visit, he'd made it a point find time for the two of them to
talk privately about 'sex stuff' and teach Ron some of the things that he had
learned over the years. While not a player or anything, Bill certainly knew a
whole lot more than Ron and had really filled in a lot of blanks. They hadn't
talked much about explicit sexual acts, but he'd learned all about puberty,
masturbation, what it was and wasn't, lubrication, some of the basics of sex,
and that sort of thing.
Ron, fearing that his friend Seamus might fall victim to the same kinds of
tricks the twins tried to play on him, if not the twins themselves, decided to
pass it on (so to speak) by sharing what he'd learned. Plus, he had pretty much
decided that he liked boys and not girls. Seamus seemed totally cool with
'learning by doing' and messing around and stuff. So Ron figured the two of
them could have fun together. He wasn't sure if Seamus was into boys and so he
wasn't going to try kissing or anything, lest that weird him out. For now, this
was a 'helping out a buddy' kind of thing. But today, Ron was hoping they might
help each other out a bit more than they had in the past. Maybe a LOT more.
Coming out of his brief musing, he said softly, "You want to give me a hand?"
Snorting a bit at the corny joke, Seamus replied "Oh, yea, sorry mate. Just
don't stop, OK?" he asked, reaching up and giving Ron the same gentle stroking
he was getting.
"Sure. You like what I'm doing?"
"Uh huh" Seamus replied, half cooing half moaning; he was desperately horny.
They stayed that way for a while, leaning against each other, feeling each
other's hot breath on their necks as they jerked each other off. The only
sounds were their breathing, the occasional soft moan, and the fwap fwap fwap
of cocks being wanked.
Harry was hard again, watching this scene unfold. But the fact that he'd
orgasmed three times in the last few hours kept his own rigid cock from being
too much of a distraction. He slowly moved around the pair, snapping photos of
the mutual masturbation scene, holding the camera behind his invisibility cloak
to stay hidden. The two of them were so absorbed in the task at hand that
they'd hardly notice in any case. He risked a few shots up close, crouching
slightly, to get level with their cocks. He felt the bottom of the cloak absorb
some water from the floor but he could see that it didn't affect the
invisibility properties at all.
"Ron... this feels SO good" Seamus panted, loving the sensations his cock was
sending express to his brain, overriding almost all other sensory input.
"Oh... yea... so... so... warm" Ron replied, similarly lost to the sensations.
Ron felt himself getting close and decided to start trying some of those new
things. He let go of Seamus and pushed his crotch into his friend's forcing the
other's hand out of the way. Ron leaned back a bit and saw confusion on the
other's face that quickly changed back to the aroused expression he'd had
before as he felt the new sensations of their cocks rubbing against each other.
Seamus liked this too, as Ron suspected he would. Their cocks mashing together,
rubbing along each other, and occasionally slipping underneath to tease the
other's ball sac, felt amazing. Seamus soon started cooing again with pleasure.
Ron moved his hands down the boys back and gently grabbed his bum, rubbing it
up and down and pulling his buddy closer to grind their cocks together even
harder.
After about a minute, the Irish boy started moving faster and breather harder.
"Ron! I'm... I'm gonna..."
"Yea, me too... keep... keep rubbing... don't stop"
"I... I won't" Seamus replied.
Another few seconds passed, both of them speeding up their grinding and their
breathing.
"Oi! OH... yes... YES!" "Ummm... yea... YEA!" they moaned in tandem, going over
the edge just a few seconds apart, each shuddering with their climax. Harry,
standing just a couple of feet away, guessed that the pictures he was snapping
every few seconds would capture that shudder and the rapid grinding motions
quite well. Ron's hands on Seamus' ass made it all the more erotic.
They stayed like that for a bit, leaning against each other for support, as
their breathing calmed and they slowly came back down to Earth. Ron still had
his hand on Seamus' bum.
"Wow" Seamus finally said, lifting his head and standing back slightly,
grinning to Ron.
"Yea" came the reply. Ron met his gaze and smiled back, finally taking his hand
from the other boy's backside with a small grope as he did so. "So you liked
that then?"
"Oh yea."
"Good. You... want to try some more stuff? Stuff that feels even better than
this?"
"Huh?"
A pause while Seamus considered. Ron worried for a moment that he'd moved too
fast, but it was short lived.
"It can be BETTER than that?" the boy asked, his face lighting up. "Yea, I
totally want to try whatever it is" he continued enthusiastically. "Can we do
that stuff NOW?"
Ron smiled, glad for the excitement his friend had at the idea. "Can you go
again so quickly?"
"I think so."
"How about we shower first? It'll look better as an excuse if someone catches
us out here. And it'll give us a minute to recharge" Ron replied, and started
talking towards the showers, grabbing his soap has he went. He needed a few
minutes to recover from his orgasm. Seamus would too, though he was too new to
this to know. Plus, Ron wanted a little time to collect his thoughts. This was
going even better then he hoped. But he'd never done anything with ANYONE
before. Harry followed behind them.
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As he approached the showers and turned one on, the thoughts of doing things
with another boy triggered another memory for Ron... back to this past summer,
when his sexual education had taken an unexpected leap forward. He was
carefully sneaking up to Fred and George's room to try and get them back for a
prank they'd pulled on him a few days prior. Being the constant jokesters, they
were weary of their sibling's potential reprisals and had rigged their door and
the dead-end hallway that ran up to it. But Ron had finally figured out the
half dozen spells and warning signals they'd put up and was able to get close,
and open the door, without triggering any of them. He had THOUGHT they were out
of the house and had planned to mess with their stuff while they were away. But
as he slowly cracked the door the sight that greeted him was their naked bodies
on one of the beds, going at it. Fred was giving it to George, HARD, doggie
style. George was holding a pillow to his own face to muffle his moans.
He watched them for a while as they progressed through a couple more positions.
He had enough awareness of the situation to realize that many would have found
the scene of two brothers, their own no less, having sex, possibly crazy,
certainly weird. But that was not how HE felt. In his thoughts, it started out
as curiosity, then and a chance to learn more about sex by watching it. But it
eventually morphed into his own sexual arousal. He finally left as Fred
orgasmed into George, after maybe half an hour; his worry at being discovered
finally overtaking him. Quietly closing the door and going back to his own
room, he'd jerked off frantically, TWICE, replaying the hot stuff he'd seen
over and over in his mind.
Learning the twin's habits, he was able to figure out a few more times when
they were going to be alone in their room during the day. (At night, everyone
was home sleeping... but the walls weren't THAT thick so they didn't risk it.)
They arranged it a few times when they thought the house would be empty. Ron
had found ways to be out of the house when the rest of the family was also
away, but doing his own thing, so that he could quickly double back to spy on
them. He wasn't always successful... sometimes they weren't messing around when
they were in there. But over the remainder of the summer he'd managed to get a
long look at their activities five more times.
He'd seen some amazing things. Wanking, sucking, fingering, rimming, 69'ing,
and fucking in a bunch of different combinations and positions, and this gave
him quite a nice introduction to the intricacies of gay sex. The more he saw,
the more he was turned on, and the more convinced he became that he was into
boys, and only boys. The thought of girls just didn't do it for him at all.
The one downside was that he couldn't get an up-close view of what they were
doing. He knew that when they were giving a blow job or eating ass that there
must be something elaborate happening with their tongues. But it wasn't like
they were giving commentary. They'd clearly done this enough ('how long' he
wondered) to know what the other liked and so just fell into it. But that
aside, he was able to figure out a lot of what was happened and connect a few
dots with what Bill had told him the year before. From watching them he learned
about pressing on the taint and teasing a rosebud while you were sucking
someone off. Also, that a 'prop' pillow was helpful for several fucking
positions. And that it was always good for your lover to be loosened up before
you went inside him. And that there was a special spot inside a boy that you
could press with your finger, or your cock, that made them feel really good.
Ron took this last piece of knowledge to heart (so to speak) immediately;
curiosity just too hard to ignore. He left his spot, spying at the twin's door,
and thought about what he might use to try and do that to himself. He detoured
through the kitchen on the way back to his room and got a nice carrot to use.
Back in his bed he lubed it up, along with his cock, and started to slowly
insert it. It wasn't much wider than two of his fingers and he got used to it
quickly. He rather enjoyed the sensation of feeling it move in and out of his
bum. He kept jacking himself, moving the carrot around a bit, and then he
found... IT! Oh WOW! That spot was incredible, no WONDER Fred and George moaned
so much when it got hit. He kept jerking and it only took three or four more
prods to that spot for him to go over the edge.
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Standing in the showers next to Seamus, Ron was thinking about what else he
wanted to do with him. The answer was, of course, EVERYTHING. But he didn't
know just how adventurous his special friend was and the last thing he wanted
to do was risk it by moving too quickly. If Seamus backed out, he wasn't sure
who else he might be able to mess around with. Harry, maybe? He thought Harry
was cute but he knew enough about the muggle world to know that being gay
wasn't nearly as accepted as it was in the wizarding world. He didn't know how
Harry would react to learning that Ron was into boys. And the last thing he
wanted to do was lose him as a friend. So... slow and steady with Seamus it
was.
As they soaped themselves under the showers and rinsed, Ron planned his next
move, cock hardening. Maybe he could eventually get the Irish boy interested in
butt stuff, but that would have to be later down the line. Ron and Seamus kept
looking at each other's wet bodies as they showered. Unlike most other times,
when there were inevitably other boys in the showers, they could now stare at
another naked boy, get hard, and not be self-conscious about either thing. This
feeling as well... the NAUGHTINESS of what they were doing... added to the
excitement for both of them. They knew that this was DIRTY and that they'd got
in trouble if they were caught. And that just made it better somehow.
They'd rinsed themselves completely clean a couple of minutes ago now and
Seamus kept shooting him expectant looks. Finally, Ron turned off his shower
head but made no move to walk back into the changing area. Seamus did the same.
"You ready to do more?" Ron asked.
"Yea! I've, uh..." he pointed towards his hard cock "been ready for a little
while now" he smiled.
"OK, lean back against the tiles."
Ron got down on his knees in front of Seamus and looked up at him. "I'm going
to suck your cock. You ready?"
"Boys actually DO that? I thought it was just an insult that they threw
around."
'Wow, this kid is REALLY innocent' Harry and Ron both thought at the same time,
echoing each other's minds.
"Some boys do, though it's not the kind of thing we walk around bragging about.
Got it?" Seamus nodded. "It feels really good. I'll do you if you promise to do
me, OK?"
"Uh... wow... OK, yea" Seamus said, a bit hesitantly.
"First... look at how I'm curling my lips around my teeth?" Ron exaggerated the
motion so that Seamus would see it clearly. "That so that only my lips and
tongue are touching your cock. Don't scrape it with your teeth. OK?" The other
boy nodded again.
Ron looked back down at the hard cock right in front of his face, foreskin
drank back but the throbbing erection. He sensed that he was crossing a line
here. Not a bad one, per se. But if he did this, especially if he enjoyed it,
then it truly meant that he was gay. 'FUCK IT' he thought, opening his mouth
and enveloping Seamus' cock in one go. Neither of them was very big (yet) so it
fit into his mouth easily. His peripheral vision didn't register the slight
blurriness of Harry squatting just two feet away, capturing this in every
detail on wizarding film. Harry was amazed that such a great opportunity had
presented itself again so quickly. Just like with Draco (and himself he later
found out), Ron and Seamus were part of a pornographic photo shoot and neither
of them had any idea it was happening.
Ron had been worried about what a cock might taste like... but it tasted
like... skin. Like the same taste if you sucked on your own arm. [Fortunately
for Ron, Seamus had gotten at least a good set of hygiene knowledge from his
father, if not the sex stuff. He kept his foreskin VERY clean. Plus, they'd
just showered. Ron would also, eventually, learn that there were OTHER flavors
associated with sucking on cock.]
Seamus let out a shocked gasp when Ron first took it in. He thought wanking was
good. This was... other worldly! His gasped turned into a LOUD moan when Ron
started sucking on his cock, moving up and down. Ron, while having seen blow
jobs in action, hadn't gotten any proper education on it and so wasn't quite
sure what to do with his tongue or his hands. He kept his hands still, gripping
his partner's thighs, and sucking on Seamus like a lollipop. The Irish boy was
so overcome with pleasure that he lost all coherent speech. All he could do was
moan. And while not a scream, it was certainly not quiet.
Harry guessed that it might be audible in the hall, and was a little worried
about someone hearing, despite the early hour. Oh well, not really his problem.
If someone DID come in he'd be able to remain hidden he was sure. Plus, the
only ones that would hear it would be other boys in their own house. So they
didn't really have to worry about getting in trouble with teachers or losing
house points. Well... maybe Percy might turn him in. Ron's brother, a prefect
now, could be such a prat about enforcing rules. Anyway, he figured the only
risk was revealing themselves to other students. As he rolled this over in his
mind Harry was capturing the action well with his camera; continuing to snap
away at the pair, getting some very nice images of what, he assumed, was Ron's
first blow job.
Not for the first time, Harry was thankful he'd bought a high capacity camera.
After about 30 seconds Seamus was really losing control. He stooped forward,
putting his palms on Ron's shoulders and holding on for dear life. Ron knew
this for a positive sign and kept going. His technique was that of a complete
novice, but Seamus' cock was so sensitive and he was also new to this, so it
didn't matter. He climaxed within less than two minutes, his knees slowly going
limp as he did so. He fell back a few inches to the wet tile wall of the
showers, unhurt, and slowly slid down to a sitting position, Ron guiding him a
bit while holding his arm.
Seamus was completely lost in a post orgasmic haze. Ron had a massive grin on
his face... he'd absolutely loved it. The raw lust that the act of sucking cock
brought out in him, and the amazing sounds that he drew out of his lover while
going down on him gave him an amazing sense of accomplishment and power. He
loved the feeling. It's what an experienced muggle might call 'turning someone
into putty in your hands' though the expression was not known to the 12-year-
old ginger boy kneeling on the shower floor, basking in the glow of his first
proper sexual experience.
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Ron, though very erect, was not in a rush. He gave Seamus a little time to get
his wits about him. Finally, he looked up and caught Ron's eye. "Wow."
"So you liked that then?" Ron said, playful sarcasm in his voice.
"Fuck yes!" the Irish boy replied, clearly NOT as innocent in swearing as he
was in sexual matters. "Can I do you?"
"Hmm... let me think" came the still sarcastic reply.
"Hey, we could just go back to bed now if you want." 'I can play that card too'
Seamus thought.
"No NO!" Ron replied, relenting.
"Thought not" Seamus smiled. "Stand up."
"OK" Ron said, starting to move. "But let's switch spots. I bet I won't be able
to stand towards the end either."
"Oh... wait... you know what? Just lie back. Then you don't have to worry."
"Good idea" the redhead replied, leaning back on the tiled floor of the shower
room.
Seamus got up on all fours and crawled on his hands and knees the couple of
feet over to towards Ron's crotch, his own body at a right angle. Seamus was so
excited. He liked hanging out with Ron and doing 'naked things' felt sooooo
good. Not just the fact that they were getting away with being naughty; he
loved the physical feelings too. He'd only recently discovered how good it felt
to play with himself. The stuff that Ron was showing him felt even better than
that stuff he did on his own. He loved the way that Ron made him feel when he
sucked him and he thought it was only fair that he return the favor. He also
suspected he'd probably have fun with this.
Ron lifted his head up to watch him approach and kept his eyes locked, wanting
to watch his cock disappear into his friend's mouth. Seamus was concentrating
intently on what he was doing. So NEITHER of them was paying attention to the
room around them, and this allowed Harry to get in pretty close and continue
taking photos.
As the warm moist mouth enveloped his cock, Ron moaned (almost as loudly as
Seamus had) and let his head slip back to the floor, closing his eyes and
losing himself in the pleasure. Harry captured that exact moment, and Ron's oh
so perfect expression, up close and VERY personal. It was all he could do to
keep from playing with own cock while this unfolded. But he figured it would be
far better to get it on film and then he could play with his cock, lots of
times, in the future looking at the photos. Ron put his hands on Seamus' head
and ran them through his short hair, rubbing it in encouragement though not
applying any force.
Harry guessed that Ron wouldn't last much longer than Seamus did, so he moved
fast. Pacing around them he got the got scene from every angle, including some
good shots of the smooth Irish bum sticking up on the air as the head attached
to it bobbed up and down on the ginger's cock. He also got up close to Ron's
cock to get some nice shots of those cute little lips and tongue at work.
Seamus was intent on his task and kept his eyes closed for the most part (did
everyone do that?) and so didn't see him there.
As Seamus kept sucking Ron, continuing to elicit moans, he realized that far
from being a chore, he was enjoying this. He liked being able to do this for
his friend and, similar to the way Ron felt, grasped that there was something
empowering about giving someone so much pleasure that they lost themselves in
it. He continued sucking diligently and also decided to try something else. He
began using his fingers to lightly tickle Ron's ball sack, and the boy hummed
in pleasure at the sensation.
After about a minute of the intense oral and testicular stimulation: "Oh... Oh
FUCK!" Ron half yelled. "Yea! Oh... oh... yea... keep doing that... I..." he
groaned for another minute as Seamus continued his ministrations. "I'm gonna"
he said and then stopped speaking as his own orgasm overcame him. Seamus pulled
off the cock and jerked it a bit more, watching it twitch as Ron came, gently
moaning as the climax washed over him. Snapping a few more shots, Harry
withdrew to a corner while the pair caught their breath.
Seamus sat back, kneeling, looking down at Ron. The prostrate boy opened his
eyes a moment later and looked up at his friend. "Thanks mate" he said.
"No sweat. It was fun" the Irish boy replied.
"Yea?"
"Yea."
"So you want to keep doing this?"
"Fuck yes! I wish we could meet up more often."
"Yea, me too. This is way more fun that doing stuff by myself" Ron replied,
sitting up, smiling. Seamus return the grin. He hugged his knees, looking
thoughtful. "But I don't think we'd be able to stay awake in class if we did
this on a school night."
"Yea, probably right. But... Merlin... I'm just SO horny all the time."
"Yea, me too. Even in the middle of the day."
"What about... what about the restrooms?"
"Kind of cramped in the stalls with two, isn't it?" Ron asked.
"Yea, but we can go to one in the middle of the day and use a stall for a quick
wank. That'll allow some privacy if we're quiet, sort of, and will help... keep
the edge off."
Ron thought about it for a minute before he responded. "Yea, if we can find one
that's out of the way, yea. That should work. Actually, even a broom closet or
something would work too, eh?"
"Yea, but we'd have to be a lot more careful. Can't have people see us going in
there."
"Right. Yea. OK... let's keep a lookout for places to meet up between classes."
"Deal" Ron said, and got to his feet, Seamus following. They rinsed quickly in
the showers again.
Harry had heard the entire exchange and had to admit he liked their plan. He
was horny during the day too and certainly wished HE could get someone to help
him with it instead of trying to grab a quick and quiet wank in the short time
between classes. It's always easier with a friend, as the two boys has just
pointed out. But... if he could eavesdrop on them while THEY were messing
around, he bet that would be better than doing things by himself. He'd have to
watch them carefully to try and keep up with this plan of theirs as it
unfolded. Maybe he'd try to mess around with them, but he needed to figure out
how to bring it up.
The pair dried off and got dressed, then left the showers, walking back down
the hallway careful to be quiet, the same way they'd approached. 'Guess they
didn't realize how much noise they made. Good thing it didn't carry too loudly
into the hall' Harry thought. He had decided not to try and go ahead of them
lest they seem him, brush up against him, or hear him work the door either on
the showers or their bedroom. He decided to wait for a little while for them to
go back to bed, figuring that after their recent exertions they'd probably fall
asleep quickly.
He took off his cloak and sat down on one of the benches, putting his camera
under it. He was excited about the new shots it contained and was looking
forward to developing them. He suspected (correctly, as he'd later learn) that
he'd photographed each boy's first sexual encounter. Between himself, Malfoy,
Ron, and Seamus, that made four boy's deflowering that this camera had so far
captured. Plus, there was his other three housemates, and the Slytherin boys
quidditch team. He hoped/planned to chalk up quite a lot of notches with this
camera.
And since he had some time to kill...
He dropped his briefs, exposing his hard prick. He'd been hard throughout this
entire encounter and so another store of sexual energy had been building up. In
his rush to catch up with the pair as they headed to the showers, he left all
of his stuff other than the camera (including both wand and lube) in his bag.
But he was SO turned on, he knew that he wouldn't last long, and so spit was
going to do just fine.
He started stroking himself with his spit soaked hand, closing his eyes, and
replying in his mind the wonderful boy-sex that he'd just witnessed. He
continued stroking... imagining himself in the showers late at night by
himself. Ron and Seamus approach him. The three of them are alone in the
steamed-up shower room. Wordlessly, they drop to their knees, both looking up
at him with smiles on their faces, pleased to see the highly aroused look on
his face. They start to work on him with their tongues; one lightly licking his
balls while the other sucked his cock.
As that fantasy played out, Harry came (for the fourth time that night),
letting out a moan, unable to hold it in. "Yea... Ron... suck me" he cooed,
riding the climax.
He cleaned himself up then got back under his invisibility cloak. Retracing his
steps back down the dorm's hallway he got back to his room and went inside. He
listened for a moment, but heard only heavy breathing. Quietly shuffling over
to his bed and got inside and closed the curtains. He took off his cloak and
draped it over the back of his bed in the space between it and the wall for it
to dry. But... wait... it wasn't wet at all. It had completely dried from the
water he'd picked up in the showers. Wow! Water repellant as well as invisible.
This was QUITE a cloak.
He changed back into his pajamas and stowed everything in his bag, hiding it
behind his pillows. As long as nobody came prying before he woke up they'd
never be the wiser. Harry got back into bed and tried to get a few more hours
sleep to make up for all he'd lost while creating his album. He was unconscious
within minutes.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Cedric's Exploration *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry gets another opportunity to use the mirror and, again, sees
     much more than he had expected.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
When Harry awoke the next morning, his was alone in the room. Casting a quick
spell to learn the time he saw that there were only about 20 minutes left until
breakfast ended. 'So that's where everyone is. I didn't think I'd sleep this
late' Harry thought. He didn't have to run, but he couldn't take his time
either. And there would be no time to shower. He mentally kicked himself for
not having done so last night after the wank. He'd been RIGHT there.
He got up, changed into fresh clothes, and sorted most of the contents of his
bag, the spell ingredients, the spelled photo albums, etc. back into his trunk.
He thought about hiding the photo album but decided not to. It was spell
protected after all. Burying it might look suspicious. Or at least that's what
it would look like to anyone going through his trunk. But why would anyone go
through his trunk? He shook his head slightly to clear it, lest he be lost down
some strange ultra-paranoid train of thought.
Arriving at the Great Hall he sat down in his usual spot near Ron and Hermione.
The latter was chatting away to the girl next to her while Ron was being rather
quiet. There was a Quidditch match after breakfast today and, the sport being
his favorite subject in the world, he was normally chattering away on days like
this. While not worn out, Ron was slightly bleary-eyed, the food would perk him
up in a bit. Harry inwardly smiled to himself in amusement. He was one of only
two people that knew WHY Ron was rather less energetic than normal. And
speaking of... Harry slowly traced his gaze around the crowd of his housemates
seated up and down the table and finally found Seamus. He had a similarly tired
look.
Harry grabbed some food for his plate and started eating quickly so that he'd
be sure to get enough food before breakfast finished. No one nearby tried to
talk to him. It was an unwritten rule that if someone came towards the end of a
meal you didn't want to chip into their small window of time. Still though,
Harry had a few minutes to watch both Ron and Seamus while he ate. Neither of
them was looking around or talking to anyone.
Ron and Seamus, for their part, were lost in their own worlds. It's not that
they were avoiding each other's gaze; neither felt the list bit ashamed. Quite
the opposite in fact. It was fun and they both wanted more. Rather, they
weren't looking at ANYONE because they were still replaying the fun time last
night over in their head. Plus, they were rather tired. They'd both slept well
after their shower room encounter but neither had gotten much sleep BEFORE it.
They were too excited about meeting up and had tossed and turned in bed. As
such, each they'd gotten only about five hours of sleep. Looking at their tired
faces Harry hoped they'd rally before the game this afternoon. It was Ravenclaw
playing Hufflepuff today. Even though it wasn't Slytherin (someone to root
AGAINST) it was fun having them as company in the stands.
Harry got a bit of homework done that morning and passed the time around the
castle and in the common room. He met up with Ron on the way down to the pitch
for that afternoon's game. While he'd rallied a bit, Harry could tell that the
redhead was still tired. "Ron, you look tired. Did you sleep OK?"
"WHAT?! Yea... sure... why do you ask?" Ron said, probably completely unware of
how defensive he sounded. Harry chuckled to himself, inwardly, lest he give
something away.
"No reason. Just chatting" Harry replied, letting the matter drop.
As they filed into the stadium Seamus caught up with them and the three sat
together. Hermione wasn't a big fan of the sport and so sat out a lot games,
usually in the library. Seamus' energy level continued to parallel Ron's. More
energetic than at breakfast, but still not quite his usual excited self when
watching a game. Harry was excited for a couple of reasons. First, he loved
quidditch and any chance to watch a proper game was going to make the day in
question a better one than normal. Second, he'd realized earlier on that this
would probably be another good chance to make use of the mirror in the locker
rooms. He'd only seen Slytherin and his own teammates to this point and he was
VERY excited at seeing more boys in the showers. So he'd gone ahead to the
team's locker room and stashed his camera. Hopefully he'd have some more shots
for this album in addition the those he'd taken of Ron and Seamus the night
before.
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The game lasted only about 45 minutes. This was just as well as everyone could
see rain clouds gathering in the distance. Ravenclaw was winning by twenty
points when their seeker captured the golden snitch, thereby ending the game.
The final score was 200 Ravenclaw to 30 Hufflepuff. It had been a close thing
though. Hufflepuff's new seeker, Cedric Diggory (or "pretty boy" Diggory as the
twins referred to him) had been on the tail of his opponent and had missed it
by mere inches. Had he been the one to grab it, it would have meant 150 points
to his team, clinching a win for Hufflepuff.
As the game wound down, Ravenclaw house spilled onto the field to congratulate
their team while the Hufflepuff team headed towards their locker room after
shaking hands with their opponents. The other two house's students started
filing out. Harry, knowing that he need to move fast, said to his friends,
"I've REALLY got to use the loo. I'll catch up with you guys up in the common
room? Maybe some chess?" Harry asked, nodding at the rain clouds? It was
obviously going to rain and nobody would be spending much time outside.
"Actually, I think I'm going to take a nap. Find me later" Ron replied.
"Me too, I'm really tired" echoed Seamus.
"Yea? You BOTH seem tired? You guys get up to something last night?" Harry
asked, deliberately making his tone light show he was kidding.
"I..." Ron spluttered. "What? NO!" Seamus stammered, both at the same time.
They looked at each other in mortification.
"Wow! Relax mates. I was just messing with you" Harry replied, and started
heading off at a job. He'd gotten his laugh... no need to draw out their
embarrassment. "Catch up with you later" he called over his shoulder, only
half-looking back. 'Perfect' Harry thought. He could linger for a while and not
be missed.
Ron and Seamus leaned together, whispering to each other so that their voices
would be lost in the crowd. Everyone was chattering away and the sound of all
the students walking along wooden stairways and passages under the stands made
for quite a lot of background noise. Nobody paid them the slightest heed; their
conversation would be private. "Seamus... nobody knows or even suspects. We've
got to play it cool when stuff like that happens" Ron said.
"Look who's talking. I thought you were going to swallow your own tongue in
surprise" Seamus shot back, smiling.
"Yea... well... OK. We've BOTH got to get better at this."
"You want to keep... meeting up, right?"
"Fuckin' A!" Ron replied, smiling, his earlier worry about Harry's question
forgotten. They continued their walk towards the castle.
Meanwhile, Harry bobbed his way towards the stadium exit then cut left when
outside the entryway, away from the crowd, towards the locker room entrance.
Anyone who noticed would think nothing of it. He was a member of the house team
after all and they'd probably assume he was getting something from his locker;
which was technically true, though Harry planned on using that thing before he
brought it back to his dorm.
Harry went inside and quickly got undressed, stowing his clothes in his locker.
Naked, he grabbed his camera, wand, and a towel, unlocked the mirror with a
spell, then stepped inside and closed it behind him. (He remembered his
carelessness of leaving it open on his first visit and wasn't keen to repeat
that mistake.) The locker rooms were not used very frequently and the entrance
was spelled so that few people could actually enter besides the house team. But
if someone came into the locker room with the mirror ajar they'd find out about
it and he'd lose access to his favorite spot at Hogwarts. Plus, he'd have a
REALLY hard time looking innocent if he were found inside while also naked and
jerking off while watching naked boys on another team.
Harry triggered the torch spell on the tip of his wand and it lit up the
corridor behind the mirror. After waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust he
started walking further inside. He saw four areas of bright light: the girls
and boy's locker rooms of each house team that had just played. The girl's
locker rooms were of no interest, of course. He thought for a moment about
which team he wanted to watch 'up close and personal' and decided on
Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw had five boys on this year's team to other's three. But
he figured the team wasn't going to be spending much time in there. They would
be heading back to their common room quickly for the celebration. The others
might linger a bit. Plus, as he thought about it a bit more, Harry was rather
keen to see what Cedric looked like naked. So he headed towards Hufflepuff,
labeled arrows carved into the walls providing helpful directions.
Arriving at the mirror Harry extinguished his wand's light and put it down off
to the side. Looking through the mirror he saw that Cedric, Malcolm, and
Michael were all just getting undressed and about to head to the showers. Harry
snapped a few pictures, interested to see how they would come out as these were
the first shots he tried to capture of boys disrobing, rather than already
naked. There was a bit of chatting back and forth but all three boys were
subdued from their loss. Cedric was especially quiet it seemed.
Harry looked each of them over. All three had brown hair, lithe muscled
physiques with very little fat, as was typical many of the sport's players.
Michael and Malcolm were both 5th years if Harry remembered right and so were
rather well developed, each with thick pubic bushes and decently sized cocks.
Cedric though, had a much sparser growth of pubic hair than would be expected
of a 4th year, and seemed to have a rather small cock. Or, at least it was
pretty small in its current soft state. It was only about an inch long and only
a few wisps of hair around it. That might be just as well. Had Cedric been half
as hairy as his teammates it would have barely poked out of his pubic bush.
Harry hoped for Cedric's sake that he was just a late bloomer and still had a
bit more size to "grow into" so to speak.
The other two were certainly cute. But though not as well developed, Harry
could see why the twins referred to Cedric as "pretty boy." Some of his
features did looked rather... pretty, not handsome... and Harry found himself
drawn to him, wanting to run his hands over Cedric's face and body, fondle him,
tug on his hair while they kissed, all kinds of things. These thoughts made his
already hardening prick stiff as a board.
Harry got a few shots of each boy as they got undressed and few more of them in
the showers. Cedric had been naked around these two a more than a few times and
didn't seem to be self-conscious about his small size, at least as far as Harry
could see. Like any boy their age, each of the three spent a few moments more
than they needed to soaping up their cock and balls. Harry got shots of this
too and he was curious to see how the moving images of these would manifest
when he developed the photos; soap being rubbed in and around the best parts.
The boys continued to chat a bit as they soaped themselves up and washed their
hair. A few more attempts were made to coax Cedric into chatting but the other
two soon gave up. They figured that he was disappointed at having missed the
snitch so closely and so didn't press. Soon the only sound in the locker room
was that of running water and its splattering against the tiled walls as the
three cleaned off from the game.
Harry figured, wrongly as it would turn out, that this was probably a good
enough number of pictures for his album and that nothing else would happen
worthy of capturing on film. He knew they probably wouldn't stay very long and
he wanted to go over the edge before they finished their showers. The 12-year-
old kneeled down on the floor just in front of the mirror and set his camera
down. Picking up his wand, he cast the lubrication charm on himself and started
wanking, watching the cute athletic teenagers rub their hands all over their
bodies as they washed. All had decent abs he noticed, hard to look away from.
He jerked his cock, teasing the head, sliding his fist up and down the hard
shaft, playing with his foreskin, and alternating between fast and slow speeds.
He grunted and groaned a bit, adding his voice to the din of the showers that
came through the mirror. He knew that any sound from his side wouldn't go
through and that he was safe in doing so. While he moved his gaze between all
three boys as he jacked it, the majority of the time his eyes were on Cedric.
"Yea, you feel bad for losing, don't you?" he whispered out loud, pretending he
was whispering in the other's ear. His hand did not stop moving over his cock.
"I'd wish there was something I could do to make you feel better. Maybe a
little something to relieve the stress? I bet your balls are really heavy. How
about I use my tongue to lighten them?" Even though he was only giving voice to
his own thoughts, somehow the process of saying these words out loud made the
situation even more erotic and was turning him on even more. He'd only just
done this for the first time the night before and was discovering that
vocalizing sexual thoughts could make them more intense. With his other hand,
he teased his hole slightly. Just enough to send a little extra sensation to
his horny mind to and mix with the pleasant feelings he was getting from his
cock and the eye candy just a few feet from him.
"Oh yea, Cedric." He visualized himself kneeling in front of the older boy,
looking him in the eye past the cock right in front of his face. "I want to
taste you" he moaned. Harry closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing the
fantasy, imagining a hot cock sliding into his mouth. He opened his eyes again
a short time later to resume staring at the three naked teens. He imagined a
similar situation unfolding to that of the twins and Oliver when the two
gingers induced (without needing to put in much effort) the cutest boy on the
team to have fun with them. He imagined Malcolm soaping up Michael,
deliberately taking his time as he rubbed soap up and down, getting into all
the nooks and crannies of his ass and crotch. Cedric would watch them,
transfixed, until they finally broke off from their little dance and went over
to him... kissing him... four hands wondering over his shower slicked body...
jerking him, probing his rosebud, tugging his balls, then wanking him as he
moaned under their ministrations, helpless to resist the overwhelming sexual
pleasure.
It only took him a minute more to climax with that fantasy running through his
mind.
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He came down from the dry orgasm as Michael was finishing up his shower. The
quidditch beater turned off his shower head and went back into the changing
area. Malcolm followed less than a minute later and did the same. Cedric was
taking his time, staying under his shower head. The other two started talking
while they dried off and dressed. Cedric couldn't hear it at all under the
spray especially as he was washing his hair. 'Hmm... maybe that's part of why
the twins call him pretty boy. He probably does spend more time than most
making it look just right' Harry thought. 'Wait... he's doing his hair AGAIN.'
Harry remembered that he'd already done it once, rather thoroughly. Was he
deliberately trying to draw out his shower?
Harry could hear that they were talking to each other as they stowed their gear
and got dressed. He was able to catch most of it. The conversation basically
boiled down to fact that they both felt that their team captain, a 7th year
girl named Eudora, really wasn't doing a good job in her post. She didn't have
good strategic instincts and they felt that if she listened to Cedric's
suggestions more during practice, the team would be doing better. They both
thought that it should be Cedric as captain and that they'd be sure to put
their weight behind him next year. Both were older and so would normally have
been the more likely choice for the leadership role. But neither was
interested. They just wanted to play their positions and let someone else call
the shots. Plus, they wanted to help Cedric boost his self-confidence a bit.
They walked over towards the showers again to give Cedric a quick shout over
the din of the running water. But before Michael could get his attention,
Malcolm pulled him in close and lowered his voice. They were almost right in
front of the mirror so Harry could hear them quite clearly now. "I think he'd
make a really good captain."
"You're right, we'd be way better if Eudora wasn't running the show."
"Also... I know he's tetchy about, well, you know" Malcolm said, looking down
and groping himself briefly.
"Yea... I feel bad for the bloke, given his unfortunate... stature. But being
captain might also give him a little more confidence and help him come out of
his shell" Michael said.
'Wait!' Harry thought. 'Are they SERIOUSLY talking about how Cedric isn't well
endowed and how they can help him get over that? Well, that's another question
answered' Harry thought. Cedric wasn't a late bloomer, he was just less endowed
than most. Harry was hit with a wave of interesting thoughts. First, he was
surprised at the fairly up front and open way these two friends were talking to
each other about their teammate's cock size. He was also impressed about their
insights, for 15-year-olds, into the psychological aspects around that. The
intriguing notions of the quidditch strategies that Cedric might bring to bear
also piqued his interest. (Harry was still a teenaged male sports fan, after
all. Not everything was about sex.)
Given the situation though, Harry's thoughts quickly drifted back to the
Hufflepuff seeker's cock. Harry was curious what they meant exactly. All the
boys of Cedric's age and older (15+) that he'd seen had all been 5 inches or
bigger. That sort of size was fairly normal he'd heard. Was Cedric really THAT
much smaller? Maybe he was a grower not a show-er. And even if now, was it
REALLY such big deal? While he hoped that he wouldn't have to wait too long to
find out, maybe a few weeks, Harry had no way of knowing that he would only
have to wait mere minutes.
"Hey Cedric... don't beat yourself up, OK?" Malcolm half-shouted to get his
attention. Cedric turned off his own shower head and came over to the changing
area, towel around his waist.
"Thanks Malcolm. I'll get over it" he replied with a genuinely alleviated tone.
His teammate's comment really HAD made him feel a bit better just then.
"Catch up with you later?" Michael asked, turning to leave. Malcolm on his
heels.
"Sure" Cedric said replied, opening his locker and half-nodding in their
direction. They left.
Cedric, for his part, WAS disappointed about the game and the fact that he'd
come so close to clenching victory. As such, it wasn't all that hard to put on
a morose act. While he certainly would have liked to win, he wasn't really all
that broken up about it. He'd had a lot of fun playing and the score had been
close enough that it could have gone either way. He'd made a good go of it and
he knew his teammates, and his whole house, wouldn't be hard on him. It just
wasn't what Hufflepuffs did. An outside observer reading his thoughts right now
would be impressed that a boy of only 15 could have such a well refined sense
of sportsmanship.
The REAL reason the seeker had moped around in the locker room was that it made
for a good excuse to take a longer shower and try and keep Michael and Malcolm
from talking to him. He wanted them to leave the locker room quickly, and his
plan had worked. What Cedric planned on doing was going to take a long period
of COMPLETE privacy and, at a boarding school, such opportunities were very few
and far between. He'd recently figured out that the locker room at the end of
the game would be a good chance. Either they would win and the others would
leave quickly for the celebration, or they would lose and he could pretend to
mope around so that they'd leave him in peace. He was disappointed that it had
turned out to be the latter, but that feeling was fading quickly as he thought
what he'd be able to do. Harry had no way of knowing that these were the
thoughts and motivations in Cedric's mind just now. He'd figured out that the
reason for the delay was probably so that Cedric could be alone. Maybe he was
using the same trick Harry had: get some along time for a nice peaceful wank.
The seeker was just standing there at his locker, not moving, with an unfocused
gaze. But Harry would soon get a clue about the FULL motivations for Cedric's
desire for privacy. As he watched from his spot just on the other side of the
mirror, a small bulge started to appear at the front of Cedric's towel. 'He's
getting hard!' Harry realized. He quickly bent down to grab his wand and
dismissed the lubrication spell. Getting his camera, he straightened up, ready
to capture some more photos of whatever was going to happen next. Cedric hadn't
moved in the last few moments. He'd cocked his head to the side and was just
standing there quietly... probably listening to hear whether his teammates
might return for something they'd forgotten, Harry guessed.
In fact, that's EXACTLY what Cedric was doing. He was very excited but at the
same time immensely worried about being caught during his upcoming activity.
However, his horniness was overriding his fear. After another moment, now
reasonably confident that his teammates wouldn't be coming back, Cedric walked
over to the door and cast a spell to lock it. It wouldn't hold out long against
someone DETERMINED to enter, but it would give him enough warning to... compose
himself... if there was an interruption. He went back to his locker and got his
wand, still only dressed in the towel around his waist. His body was now mostly
dry but his hair was disheveled from the toweling off he'd given it. Harry
found the whole image very sexy.
Cedric took off the towel and hung it on the door of his locker. He grabbed his
wand and turned towards the center of the changing room. Harry got his first
proper look at the Cedric's hard cock now. As had been eluded to in the
conversation he overheard a few minutes ago, Cedric WAS on the small side. He
was about 3 inches fully hard. Of course, Harry wasn't going to judge. He was
only just reaching that size himself. But whereas Harry had some more growing
to do (he hoped!) it appeared that Cedric had topped out. But Cedric's smaller
size didn't really concern Harry all that much. The 15-year-old was amazingly
sexy and Harry wanted him. BADLY!
As those thoughts went through Harry's mind he saw Cedric flourish his wand and
cast a spell which levitated the very large bench in the changing area. It was
identical to the one in his own locker room. Having sat on it to change clothes
many times, and having just had amazing sex on it, with several boys, in the
not too distant past, Harry could attest to how heavy and solidly built it was.
He wasn't surprised that it would take a spell for one person to lift it (other
than Hagrid). But he was curious as to why Cedric was doing this. Cedric angled
his wand just so and traced a path which put bench down just in front of, and
centered on, the mirror. He came over to stand right up against the mirror,
between it and the bench, oblivious that there was someone on the other side.
Then he sat back onto the edge of the bench, and made sure his knees didn't hit
the mirror and that we could move around. He stood up again, squatting over the
bench, grapping it with his hands, and moving up and down, watching his
reflection in the mirror. 'Is he into nude exercise?' Harry thought.
As it would turn out, that was SORT OF what the other boy had in mind. He
needed to be able to squat comfortably, and wanted to watch himself in the
mirror while he moved. Satisfied that the bench was properly in place, and
wouldn't move around, he went back to his locker. With one more pause to listen
and make sure nobody was coming, Cedric cast a disillusionment spell on
something inside his locker. Harry was at the wrong angle to see what happened
but presumed that Cedric had put something in there that he'd wanted to be kept
hidden.
Looking into his locker, Cedric looked on the now-visible object with both
excitement and trepidation. He hesitated for a moment. Finally, his hand
trembling slightly, he reached in and pulled out the object he'd un-hidden.
He'd first learned about this particular muggle invention only during last
term. He had spent months hatching a plan to gain possession of one, and he'd
only finally been able to get it at the end of summer. He'd never found a
chance to use it at home. Nor had he tried... doing anything... like the things
it was supposed to be used for. This was the first time he'd finally be able to
try it and finally satisfy his curiosity. His whole body was starting to
vibrate with nervous anticipation.
As he pulled it from his locker and walked back over to the mirror, Harry's
eyebrows shot up in surprise. He'd never seen one in real life, but he'd heard
enough about them on the playground and overhearing Dudley telling lewd jokes
with his friends to recognize a dildo when he saw one. 'Where did Cedric get
that? And how did he keep it hidden?' Harry wondered. He quickly guessed what
was about to happen and his cock sprang fully back to attention. But he left it
alone for now... this was just too great an opportunity and he didn't want to
miss a thing. His surprise fading, he brought up his camera and began taking
shots again. He was grateful for having emptied the camera last night. Even
with the photos he'd taken of Ron and Seamus still in it, there was plenty of
room for more. That meant he could take plenty of shots of the show Cedric was
unwittingly about to give. The older boy thought the only person watching would
be his own reflection.
And Harry realized that this was going to be a two-fer. Not only would he get
to see, and capture on film, this gorgeous boy sexually pleasuring himself, but
maybe he'd also learn about sex toys.
As Cedric came close again, Harry could see that the fake cock was as made of a
pseudo-flexible rubbery substance. It was flesh colored, about 7 inches long
with a decent girth, and a pair of nicely sized balls at the base ('maybe they
double as a handle?' Harry thought) with a big round part on the bottom. Cedric
used the round part as suction cup to attach the dildo to the bench. 'Fuck, I
can't wait to feel this inside me' Cedric thought, giving the rubber cock a few
tugs at the base to make sure it was securely suctioned to the bench. It moved
a bit, so he grabbed his wand and used it to cast a sticking charm on the base.
Then, turning the wand, he cast a cleansing charm on himself, feeling the
familiar tingle around and inside his hole. He'd never put anything inside his
hole, but head heard about the spell and tucked the knowledge away just for
this situation. It was the first time he'd ever actually had the time, the...
uh... tools, and inclination to put something inside him like this, even though
he'd been curious about it for a couple of years now, ever since he'd learned
to wank.
Finally, Cedric cast a cleansing spell on himself, then lubrication spell three
times: on the dildo, on his rosebud, and on his cock. Putting his wand out of
the way, he turned towards the mirror and jerked himself slowly a few times.
There was a look of nervous excitement on his face as he got into position.
Harry, almost pressing up against the glass in his enthusiasm to see, guessed
correctly that Cedric had never done this before and that's why he was nervous.
Looking at himself in the mirror Cedric sat back a bit, lining up the tip of
the dildo with his rosebud, squatting above it. Taking a deep breath, and
willing himself to relax, he sat back and... it slid past his hole. He stood up
a bit, tried again... same thing. On his third try, he reached back and held it
in place while he slowly, VERY slowly, sat back. Finally, he felt his ring
expand around it as it slid inside.
There was a slight stinging pain as the head slipped in and Cedric's face
contorted in curiosity and slight discomfort as he felt his sphincter stretch.
Harry was perfectly level with Cedric's head and caught the expression on film.
The older boy held still for a bit, moaning softly in... pair or pleasure...
Harry wasn't sure which. And truth be told, at that point, Cedric didn't know
either. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he jerked his cock a bit,
returning it to full mast and helping to pull the mix of sensations towards the
pleasurable end of the spectrum.
The older seeker put one hand down and gripped the edge of the bench. This took
some of the weight off his legs and give him even more control over how quickly
he could lower his body onto this muggle sex toy. He continuing to slowly jerk
his three-inch cock. Looking closely, Harry was grateful that the technique had
him only using his thumb and first two fingers. He had fairly big hands and if
he used a fist then his cock would completely disappear for a good portion of
the stroke. And Harry rather liked watching it him wank it. Sometimes Cedric
would pause his stroke and pull his foreskin up, then run his thumb underneath
it, teasing his cock head. 'I need to try that' Harry excitedly thought to
himself.
Curious to see more, Harry got back down on his knees so that he could watch
the member disappear into the, progressively looser, boy-hole parting for it.
Given the sparse bush of pubic hair around the 15-year-old's cock, Harry wasn't
surprised to see the complete lack of it on his balls or in his crack. This
suited him just fine and only made Cedric sexier in Harry's eyes. He wasn't a
fan of body hair.
Cedric kept up with the task at hand (or at hole, in this case) with the
intense determination of any teenaged boy bent on obtaining sexual
gratification. He lowered himself further until about a little over inch of it
was inside him and then paused again, allowing himself to adjust. He continuing
to breath slowly and deeply, and maintaining the slow wank of his cock,
sometimes rubbing his thumb and forefinger around the tip the alter the
stimulation. Pre-cum started leaking out, making that task even easier. His
face was still a bit contorted in pain/pleasure, but the muscles around his jaw
were starting to relax as the tension ebbed. He kept going.
Meanwhile, Harry kept shooting away with his camera as, inch by inch, the
pretty Hufflepuff took more and more of the dildo into his perfectly rounded
ass. Harry alternated between taking shots of Cedric's ass parting for the
fleshy pole, his wanking motions on the small but very hard cock, and his face,
still a bit scrunched in concentration. Sometimes he stood back to get a few
wider shots. He also got on one knee, went left and right, stood up again; all
kinds of different angles to see what would come out best. It occurred to Harry
that, just like the shots that had been taken of Malfoy, these shots would be
perfect blackmail material if Cedric ever got on his bad side. Harry didn't see
that happening... that was crossing a moral boundary that he had no desire to
get near. His only plans for these were as (AMAZINGLY HOT) wanking material for
himself. But all the same, he got off a bit on the potential power trip he
could take.
On the other side of the mirror, Cedric renewed his relaxation efforts and sat
back another inch onto the rubbery cock. He was quickly getting used to it and
the pain was fading. He was rather starting to like the sensation of feeling...
full... as it went in deeper. He rose up a bit, until he felt just the head of
it near his entrance, then sank back down, going a bit deeper this time. He
repeated this a few more times, getting more and more relaxed with each
penetration. The pain was almost gone now.
On the next downward thrust the cock-head pressed a certain point and his face
instantly morphed into an ecstatic expression and a gigantic grin remained on
the boy's face, even as the initial pleasure wave faded. "Oh... Oh fuck yea!"
he moaned, unable to hold back the delightful moan. Cedric had just stumbled
upon something he didn't even know was there. And we wanted to feel it more.
LOTS MORE! He was mentally kicking himself for having waited so long to try
this. He could have discovered this amazing pleasure AGES ago.
Harry just happened to be ready with his camera and captured the exact moment
perfectly. Cedric had no way of knowing, but in looking at his reflection, he
was locking eyes with Harry's camera lens at the same time. 'That's definitely
a keeper!' he thought as he felt the camera vibrate slightly while he pressed
the shutter. This made Harry realize something else about how this situation
was different from those he'd photographed before. Because he was sitting right
there, facing the mirror, many of the shots Harry took were only a couple of
feet or so from the action. That's as close as a photographer would probably
get normally. So, for many of these, it's as if the mirror glass wasn't even
there. And taking them on their own, out of context with the rest of the "photo
shoot," would make it seem as though Cedric was DELIBERATELY putting on a show
for the camera, performing an elaborate masturbation scene with a sex toy.
This made the younger boy's cock twitch. In fact, it was almost painfully hard
now, despite his orgasm just a little while ago. It was the... loss of
innocence?... that Cedric was experiencing right before his eyes that added a
psychological attraction for Harry that was far greater than the solely
physical one it had started out as. Harry was the sole witness to a major event
in Cedric's sexual exploration. 'This is what Oliver felt like with me after
our broomstick ride' Harry realized. 'When he initiated me in the showers and
found that very same spot inside ME.' The irony of this situation, himself
being 12 and no longer innocent, reflecting on a boy three years older going
through his own sexual self-discovery, was largely lost on him.
Cedric bounced again on the dildo but didn't get the same sensation.
Concentrating, he tried again at a slightly different angle and found his mark,
groaning in renewed pleasure. The pain was completely gone now. The 15-year-old
started bouncing up and down repeatedly, getting into a rhythm, careful to hit
that special spot on each inward thrust. The ecstatic smile was never going to
leave his face while this kept up, Harry could tell. Each time he rose up, he
went down a little further and pretty soon he could take a full six inches of
the delightful sex toy inside. "Oh... Merlin... yes" he moaned, watching
himself in the mirror bouncing up and down, enjoying the sensation of both
seeing it and FEELING it enter him. He loved taking it deeper, making sure that
the head pressed on his g-spot just SO each time it slid past.
Cedric was moaning continuously now with each thrust. Harry kept snapping away,
his hormones raging. It was getting progressively harder to leave his cock
untouched. Making that even more difficult was that fact that Cedric kept
looking at himself in the mirror. That meant he kept looking right at Harry.
The younger boy started to fantasize that the opposing seeker KNEW he was
there, and was deliberately trying to put on a show for him.
Cedric took another deep dive onto the dildo, and then stayed down, keeping
still for bit. He cooed, enjoying the sensation of just feeling FULL. Closing
his eyes and allowing his head to fall back a bit, he started moving again.
Then, he started moaning again. Harry couldn't hear it at first, but Cedric got
louder a moment later and he could finally make it out. "Oh... yes... You're so
big. Oh... OOOOOHHHHH... fuck me HARD! Yea... hit that... spot... right...
THERE. OH, Merlin. Don't STOP. DON'T STOP!"
"Oh FUCK!" Harry said out loud. He just couldn't help it; the sight was such an
amazing turn on. Watching this boy-beauty in such a private and intimate
moment, acting on his deepest fantasies, there was no way he could continue to
stay quiet. Fortunately, the mirror's aspect of one-way sound blocking was in
place. The older boy had no idea he was the subject of Harry's pornographic
photo shoot.
The anticipation and over stimulation robbed Cedric of most of his ability to
hold back. Even though it had only been a few minutes since he first started,
he bounced a couple of more times and, with a loud cry, went over the top. His
cock may be small but his balls were not. Six large globs came shooting out,
one arcing through the air and catching the bottom of the mirror. Cedric was
amazed at how much his orgasm was heightened by the dildo's presence. Feeling
his sphincter wrapped around the hardness inside him, pulsating with each shot
of cum, took him to new heights. He moved up and down a bit more as his climax
progressed. A couple more shots went straight up into the air and landed on the
floor in front of him. He managed to hit his prostate at the same time as one
of the shots was erupting and he nearly passed out in ecstasy.
"Haaaaaaooooooew," he bellowed, completely incoherently. The rest of his load
squired out over his fingers to be rubbed back along his cock as he continued
stoking himself while the orgasm faded.
He brought his hand up to his face and licked his load from his fingers, then
let the hand drop again. He stopped bouncing on the dildo as well, leaning
forward slightly so that it wasn't all the way inside him as he rested, his
head drooping forward a bit.
Harry could resist no longer. He put his camera down, spit into the hand, and
started jerking off furiously. It only took about 10 seconds for his own climax
to take him, such was the level of his arousal. In fact, he had to lean against
the wall to keep himself upright. He felt light headed. That's how strong his
own orgasm was with the effect that this erotic exhibition was having on him,
watching another boy, and a very cute one at that, deflower himself for the
first time. 'I wonder if this is what it was like for Malfoy to watch Oliver
and I on that broomstick?' he wondered.
Even absent the camera, Harry knew that these images would be seared into his
mind. But he was grateful for the photos that would allow him to relive it over
and over in vivid detail.
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Lots of things were going through Cedric's mind as he crouched there enjoying
his post orgasmic high. He knew that others called him "pretty boy" behind his
back and that he was, in fact, more pretty than handsome. Girls never had much
of a pull on him, though he pretended otherwise sometimes. And there was the
fact that he didn't seem to really be developing in as... manly... a way as his
classmates. But he was worried that he might be letting these stereotypes guide
him rather than letting his own feelings determine how he really felt. But
there was something else too, something he'd realized over roughly the last
year. He was fascinated with what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass.
Those facts had led him to think that he probably WAS gay. The prospect had
intrigued, scared, and aroused him all at the same time.
But he didn't know any gay boys, and his family wasn't the type that talked
about that. (Few families were, even now in the mid 90's.) So these feelings
had been swirling around in his head for a while, this last one especially. And
he had no readily available way to... satisfy his curiosity. He'd had to
overcome a lot of trepidation in his own mind just to start hatching a plan to
acquire this thing he'd started to fixate on.
But he managed to plan it and, over this past summer, had put the plan into
action. He'd gotten his hands on some muggle money and had also figured out a
way to cast an illusion on himself to make him look 30. But it only lasted
about 13 minutes. His plan had gone off almost without a hitch. He'd found a
way to ditch his parents for a few minutes while the three of them were
visiting London. He cast his illusion while just in the next room, close enough
to his parents, so that it wouldn't appear that he was using advanced magic
unsupervised. They were staying, as it turned out, very close to a muggle sex
shop. But when he went inside there was someone in front of him that took a
while at the counter. When it was finally his turn he knew that he only had a
bit of time to get what he needed. He probably wasn't going to get another
chance at this, so he made his choice quickly, pointing to a decently sized toy
hanging on the peg-board that he figured would do. He practically ran out of
the store. The clerk behind the counter just dismissed his anxiety as that of a
closet case.
Cedric managed to get down the street and duck into an alley as he felt the
illusion fading. He'd made it outside with only about 30 seconds to spare.
Peeking into the discrete brown bag he'd been given, he saw that the dildo he'd
picked was made from a mold a gay porn star. An American one guessing by the
flag next to his name. The photo showed a cute muscled blond guy with the
caption of 'Chad Knight' below. Cedric had no idea who that was but, judging by
what he'd just bought, the hot guy was decently well endowed.
He had to bring his purchase back to the inn where they were staying before he
could risk casting the spell that would mask what this was. He managed to pull
off this part of the plan successfully as well. So the special toy had been
remained hidden until just a little while ago. He was FINALLY able to put it to
use here in his team's locker room. He'd been holding it for weeks, unopened,
until he realized that this would be a good opportunity.
And now that he knew what if felt like, his mind was filled with...
vindication! He had been RIGHT about himself! He was now sure that he was gay.
It wasn't just that he fancied boys. This hard member in his ass felt soooooooo
good. He wanted to feel like this again and again, as often as he could. He
suspected that real sex would probably be even better, and was excited at the
prospect, but for now his new favorite toy was going to help him scratch that
itch inside whenever he felt it. (Assuming he could find some private time
again.) The only way this could be better was if he could also find out whether
that other suspicion about himself was true. 'Wait! I can do that right NOW!'
Cedric realized, his head coming up and eyes snapping open again.
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Coming down from his second orgasm, Harry could see that Cedric hadn't moved
from his position and was still almost completely impaled on the rubber
invader. He grabbed the towel he'd brought and used it to clean up his hands.
He wasn't able to cum yet, but figured that it couldn't hurt to have it around.
Maybe his first wet orgasm would strike sometime soon. Plus, it made a good
impromptu knee pad for him when he wanted pictures from a low angle. Harry
wondered whether Cedric was going to keep going. Not having any reference to
how it might feel having such a large cock inside him, he didn't know whether
this was something that could actually go on for a prolonged period of time.
(Little did he know.)
Cedric was still sitting on the dildo, head bowed, and he seemed to be just
enjoying the sensations his body was sending him. Suddenly, Cedric's head came
forward and his eyes shot open. There was an odd look on his face. 'What's he
thinking now?' Harry wondered. 'Is there more?'
Leaning forward slightly, and moving very carefully, Cedric pushed himself up
and off his new favorite toy and stood. Harry took the opportunity to get his
camera ready again in case there was something else. Cedric stood still in
front of the mirror to get his feet solidly under him. Those had been some
awkward positions for his leg muscles, bouncing up and down. Harry thought he
might just go for another wank right then standing there and was eager film as
many cum shots as he could.
"Fuck it!" Cedric said, after considering whether he really wanted to do...
that OTHER thing. If someone walked in on him now, there was no way he'd talk
his way out of this. He might as well indulge himself in one more way while he
had the chance. His other deep secret, in addition to having wondered for years
what it would feel to be buggered, was the special likeness he had for the
smell in here. Cedric walked back toward a locker... but not his own. He then
returned to his previous position with something white clenched in his fist...
Harry couldn't tell exactly what. But he was ready with his camera as Cedric
got into position for what Harry hoped would be round two.
The older boy squatted back and sat on the dildo again, his hand guiding it. He
found his mark on the first try this time, Harry noticed. But once the cockhead
was inside, he paused, and finally opened his fist revealing to Harry what he
had wadded up there. "Whoa!" Harry whispered, "this just gets better and
better." He brought his camera up to capture this interesting new addition to
the equation.
Locking eyes with himself in the mirror, and almost perfectly looking into
Harry's camera lens at the same time, Cedric brought his teammate's sweaty jock
strap to his face and cupped it over his nose. He inhaled deeply, getting a
massive dose of teen-boy crotch scent right across his olfactory receptors.
"Huuuhhhooohhh" he loudly moaned, too overstimulated to keep his voice low. His
lids closed slightly and his eyes went up into his head. He nearly fainted from
the overwhelming sexual signals that were being sent to his brain by the smell
and the pheromones. This caused him to lose a bit of control on his leg and arm
muscles, freeing gravity to take hold. He fell back onto the dildo, the head of
it jamming into his g-spot hard as it passed, sending another wave of pleasure
into his brain, and causing a massive glob of pre-cum to flow out of his
cockhead. But it kept sliding in.
Cedric dropped the jock strap and caught himself before he fell back fully and
wound up impaled on the large rubber cock. That would have been painful if it
had gone all the way in, especially so suddenly. He had stopped himself just in
time.
He stood up again slowly, wanting to take a moment to figure out what to do
next and give his legs a second to recover. He had a bit of a dilemma. He
needed one arm to control his squatting onto the dildo and guide him as he rode
it. His legs would get too tired if he relied on them solely. ('I will need to
find a way to strengthen my squatting muscles' he thought to himself.) He also
wanted a hand free to wank. But, picking up the sweaty jock strap and drawing
another delightful breath while holding it to his nose, he wanted to smell more
of this intoxicating aroma at the same time.
A solution quickly came to him. He opened up the jock strap and used the straps
to secure it in place around his head, orienting it over his mouth and nose
like an oxygen mask. He inhaled deeply once more, taking in the delightful
scent of sweaty teenage boy. Then he started to ride the dildo as before,
wanking himself as he went. "Oh... yes. Oh YES! Fuck that feels soooooooooo
soooo... oh... goooooooood" Cedric moaned, not slowing in the slightest. "Oh
Merlin! It's so DEEP. Yes, yes, don't... don't stop... don't stop. I love this
inside me. Argh!" His eyes had glassed over for a while to play out the fantasy
of being ridden by the owner of this huge cock.
After another minute, he opened his eyes and focused at himself in the mirror,
again enjoying the image of seeing the cock penetrate him while he rode it. He
was sweating all over now, the light sheen reflecting off every part of his
body.
Harry was surprised, but no so much that it prevented him from putting his
camera to use. Here what this amazing sight in front of him and he couldn't
believe how lucky he was to be witness to it. One of the cutest boys in school
was riding a dildo, with a sweaty jock over his face, moaning uncontrollably,
and wanking himself furiously to his second orgasm having just discovered the
joy of the male g-spot.
Cedric was having the time of his life. He knew that having recently reached
orgasm he would have a bit more time before the next one. He used that to
experiment a bit, moving his body at different angles to see how it would feel
for the dildo to enter him in different ways. And he got more attuned to the
exact angle he'd need to, "OH" he moaned again, hit that perfect spot inside
him. As he continued riding the hard member another thought came into his head.
'I wonder if I'll like sucking dick? I like the smell of this, clearly, but
what does it... wait!' He stopped stroking himself for a moment and used that
hand to push a good portion of the jock strap past his lips and into his mouth.
He ran his tongue around it and sucked on the fabric a bit. The same smell that
was coming through his nostrils was echoed in taste on his tongue. 'Oh yea! I
want to taste this again. I can't wait to suck on a boy's cock and balls. I
want to taste another load besides mine' he thought, fully cementing his
resolve in the fact that he was probably COMPLETELY gay.
The fact that Cedric's recent orgasm gave him a bit of staying power also
suited Harry as well. It gave him more time for his own experimentation in
wizard photography. As before, Harry moved all around the range of motion he
had available to him from this side of the mirror. As Cedric continued his
self-impalement with ever more wild abandon, Harry got it all on film from a
variety of different angles: left, right, top, and bottom. He tried some
oblique angles as well. For the umpteenth time, he was grateful that wizarding
cameras produced MOVING pictures. The full action shots of this 15-year-old
adonis bouncing up and down on a large dildo would be such an amazing addition
to his album. The "bonus shots" of Cedric breathing through, then sucking on,
the improvised jock strap oxygen mask would be amazing too. Seeing how much he
got off on it was so hot. That pretty face doing something so... sexually
naughty... it was just the right amount of wrong.
Harry could see Cedric's balls pulling tighter to his body and knew that
another orgasm was... uh... close at hand. Harry chuckled to himself at his own
lame joke. Cedric stood from the bench as his climax approached, completely
free of the dildo. His cock was only few of inches away from the mirror when he
came. The additional stimulation that Cedric got from sniffing the jock strap
had helped to churn up a larger-than-normal second load. It splattered all over
the mirror and immediately started drippling down in cloudy rivulets. While
getting some pictures of his face while he came, the images of cum dripping
down the mirror was something that Harry had never considered before. It made
for some interesting aspects to his final shots, seen from the other side of
the glass like this. Cedric leaned against the mirror as his orgasm faded,
fogging up the glass with his breath.
Harry was hard again and considered wanking one more time but ultimately
decided against it. He was already a bit sore from his many cock strokes the
night before, and he'd already gone twice this afternoon.
He watched as Cedric pulled himself together and grabbed his wand. The older
boy cast a couple of cleansing spells to clear up the remains of his orgasms.
As the second one hit the mirror Harry froze in panic, not sure what would
happen. Would the spells on the mirror somehow be disrupted by this?! But the
drying semen just faded away and the mirror seemed unchanged otherwise. Harry
let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
Cedric reversed the sticking spell to loosen the sex toy from the bench and
brought it back to his locker. Harry assumed that he kept it hidden by an
illusion charm, so as Cedric brought his wand up to cast he listened intently
and was able to overhear the spell used. He didn't recognize it off the top of
his head but he was sure he could spell it out phonetically later on. Cedric
floated the bench back to its original position and headed back towards the
showers to rinse the sweat off his body from the intense workout he'd just
given himself.
Harry headed back towards his own locker room. He looked through the mirror
into the Gryffindor locker room to make sure it was empty and, finding that it
was, he let himself in and locked the hinged mirror behind him. He dressed
quickly, eager to be out the door. He didn't want to risk Cedric seeing him
heading away from the stadium. The other seeker would probably have no idea of
what Harry had just been up to, but why take chances? As he opened the door to
leave the sound of heavy rain hit him immediately; there was a torrential
downpour. He'd forgotten about the looming storm clouds he'd seen as the game
was ending. Oh well.
Fortunately, his bag had a water repellency charm on it. So even though he
would be completely drenched by the time he got back, his camera would be fine.
He was sure he'd want a hot shower before supper once he got back to the dorms.
He plodded off into the rain along the path towards the castle.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks everyone for the good feedback and suggestions. They continue
     to help me refine the story arc. Keep them coming.
     I know I've added a little kink in this chapter. There will probably
     be more. However... no brown, yellow, or red. I'm not fond of those
     particular genre's. Just saying.
     Stay tuned for more.
***** Ron and Seamus Find a Place *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
A quick note to readers… I realize this has taken a while. Since other similar
delays may occur, I’ve decided to make this and subsequent chapters shorter.
There will be more frequent updates, but they’ll be smaller. However, each will
contain at least one sexual situation. ;-)
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On his way back to the castle a Harry thought about when he’d be able to sneak
up to his repurposed storage closet for more picture development. As we walked
by the great hall he realized that supper was about to start and a thought
struck him: if he was there right as they opened the doors and ate quickly, he
could nip up to the closet in the tower and get some development done while
everyone else was eating.
The doors to the great hall were already open and he sat down along with a few
other students who were either hungry or just wanted to get a jump on the meal.
Not a minute later, food started appearing. He loaded up his plate and shoved
down a healthy sized meal in less than five minutes. He got up and took a
roundabout route back to his room, not wanting to run into anyone from his
house along the way if we could avoid it. He didn’t want to have to account for
his whereabouts if he didn’t have to. He nodded to Neville in passing as he
went through the Fat Lady’s portrait but didn’t see any of his friends. He
swapped out his wet clothes for dry and repacked his bag with the ingredients
he’d need.
The whole process went well. He got up to his repurposed closet unnoticed and
was able to sort through all the pics in his camera, keeping most of them, and
putting them into his wanking photo album. There were many fantastic shots of
Cedric from earlier as well as of Ron and Seamus together the night before.
Not surprisingly, he got hard again while he was processing all of these shots
of hot boy sex. When he’d finished with the last shot of Cedric, he decided to
discard his own earlier advice to himself and toss off for a third time today.
This time he used his wand for lubrication. He was more comfortable with the
overall process of wizarding photos and he was done with putting them all in
the album. So there wouldn’t be any risk of hurting either the photos or
himself. So he didn’t worry about using his wand now.
Casting a lubrication charm on himself he started at the beginning of this
latest addition. He hadn’t noticed it at the time because his attention had
been focused on Ron’s ministrations, but the look on Seamus’ face while he was
getting his first blow job was amazing. The young freckled Irish boy was so
innocent, and watching his face explode in pleasure as that innocence was taken
just made the shots that much hotter.
Harry closed his eyes and pictured himself with them, their three bodies
writhing together in the steamy shower room, or in the quidditch locker room.
Each boy feeling… stroking… sucking… tonguing… licking… tasting each other
until they’d all repeatedly gone over the edge, each boy's moans triggering
orgasms in the others.
His fantasy morphed into a scenario with Malfoy, just the two of them, also in
a steamy shower room. Harry REALLY wanted to find some time to be alone with
Mal… Draco. ‘I need to start thinking of him by his first name!’
Harry imagined doing the same things to Draco that Ron did to Seamus. Alas, the
look of innocence lost wouldn’t be there. Harry opened his eyes to look again
at the expression on Seamus’ face again before closing his eyes again to
imagine Draco’s cock in front of him. He would slide it in, moving his foreskin
back and forth, tonguing the head of the blond’s cock and doing his best to
bring out those delightedly high-pitched moans that the Slytherin made when he
was truly aroused and going over the edge.
Then he would flip the blond around and lick his hole to get him even more
turned on. (Harry was wanking furiously now, getting very close.) Draco would
continue moaning, pushing himself back onto Harry’s tongue, willing it to open
him up further. “Oh yes, Harry! Eat that hole! Loosen me up for your cock!”
Draco would moan. That image in his head was enough to finally send Harry over
the edge. He moaned a bit as he came, still picturing the rim job he wanted to
give to the platinum blond.
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Harry came down from his orgasm a moment later. Closing his wanking album, he
reactivated the security spells on it. ‘Plenty of days ahead to look at those
other photos’ he thought. He packed up his things and got ready to leave. He
gave the room a final check to ensure that he’d removed the evidence of him
having been here. He wouldn’t want Filtch to catch on to his little laboratory
spot.
As Harry was walking downstairs another thought struck him, and he turned down
a different corridor than the one that would take him back to Gryffindor Tower,
instead he headed for the owlery. Harry wanted to meet up with Draco but
couldn’t think of a way to set up a meeting without tipping off any of his
housemates. He penned a quick note: ‘We need to continue the… quidditch
discussion… we started the other day. Where and when?’ and he signed it ‘H.’
After he posted it off with one of the school’s owls, he stopped by Hedwig’s
perch to give her an owl treat, hoping she would understand. Using her might
give away the sender. She seemed a bit standoffish but still took the treat
Harry offered. (He made it a point to ALWAYS have a few of these in his bag.)
He went back to Gryffindor tower where there were a good number of people
milling about the common room. Supper had just ended and people were still
trickling in from the Great Hall so nobody asked about where he’d been. Ron
found him a short time later and they hung out for the evening playing chess
and just bullshitting until it was time for bed. They had classes tomorrow.
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The next day, Harry made sure to sit at the Gryffindor table in a way that
would give him a clear view of Draco. Breakfast time was passing unremarkably
and, as was usual, the morning post was delivered by owls a short time after it
began.
When the small paper message was delivered for Draco the blond read it quickly
then glanced over at Harry, who smiled and nodded, to confirm he was then
sender. Draco nodded back, then quickly looked away so as not to call attention
to their little exchange. He put his hands below the tabled and crumpled the
message before putting it into a pocket, to be burnt at the earliest
opportunity.
Fortunately for Harry, Draco had been working on solving this problem of secret
communication for the last few days and had recently come up with a solution.
Coincidentally, that solution had also arrived as a small package in this
morning’s post. While planning for this, he’d realized that he was going out on
a limb somewhat. He wasn’t even sure if Harry REALLY wanted to meet up again,
despite what he’s said when they were showering together. Things said in the
heat of a horny moment might be discarded at a later, calmer, time. It was only
later that he would learn about Harry’s fantasies regarding the two of them.
For now, he was relieved to know that Harry was still interested and that it
hadn't been a one-time thing.
Draco opened the end of the package he’d ordered and saw the two long and
slender boxes inside that he expected to see. He took both out and put them
into a pocket of his robes. He finished his breakfast and only left the table
as he saw Harry also getting up to head to class. He chose his pace and steps
carefully so that he’d be just behind Harry in the crowd as students started
climbing up the staircase just outside the Great Hall.
Harry saw Draco come near him out of the corner of his eye. How could he NOT
see him with hair that color? In the close throng of people Draco was able to
get right next to him and subtly squeeze his hand once. Harry squeezed back and
Draco was proud of him for keeping his face neutral and not reacting. His pride
increased a bit when Draco quickly dropped one of the boxes he’d just received
into the other boy’s pocket and his expression remained similarly neutral.
Harry tapped his pocket twice, hoping that this would indicate that he’d felt
it there. Draco noticed, then give him an appraising (playful?) eyebrow raise
as he passed him on the staircase, heading off to his first class of the day.
As Harry continued up the stairs he caught sight of Oliver. He stopped on the
next landing to wait for him, then beckoned him over to chat for a moment. They
were away from the steps a bit and out of earshot of the rest of the students.
But he still spoke quietly.
“Hey Oliver.”
“Morning Harry, what’s up?”
“Well… I...” Harry hesitated. Swallowing his hesitation, he kept on, “I was
hoping you might be able to give me some… lessons” he finished, arching his
eyebrows at the end to drive home in insinuation.
“Yea?” Oliver said, smiling. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want to learn how to be a top.” Harry said, throwing caution to the wind,
but whispering while he did so. Oliver’s breath caught a bit. He really had the
hots for Harry and was excited that his seeker felt the same way. He had
suspicions about why Harry was asking, but he didn’t mind. He was still excited
that Harry wanted to keep messing around with him.
“Is this for… a certain Slytherin blond?” Oliver asked
“Yes. I want us to explore together. But I’d like to know what I’m doing, at
least a bit.”
“Happy to help. Is this… a ONE-TIME thing, these... lessons?”
“What?! No! I don’t want to stop… what you and I do with the rest of the team.”
(Meaning the twins.) Oliver relaxed a bit, glad to know that their sexual
encounters would continue.
“Ah, OK. I can understand you wanting to spend alone time with him. I saw how
the two of you connected the other day. And I’m glad that the other day wasn’t
the last time we’ll be able to… review quidditch strategies.” Each of them was
still using euphemisms, lest any part of their conversation be overheard.
“Let's meet down in the locker room after our last class tomorrow. Sound good?”
“Great. See you then” Harry replied, walking off with a smile and a nod. Oliver
watched him go, then followed a bit behind until the next stairway level,
staring at Harry’s ass lustfully until he had to turn off down a hallway for
his class.
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Despite his own burning curiosity, Harry didn’t dare take out the parcel that
Malfoy has slipped him for fear of other’s seeing it. He didn’t know what it
was and so couldn’t easily come up with a lie about it, or where he’d gotten
it, if someone saw. He’d have to wait until he was somewhere safely private and
so he left it alone during the rest of his classes. They dragged by.
As the last class let out he was ready to head straight back to his room but
was distracted from his task when he caught sight of Ron and Seamus whispering
to each other, just ahead of him, as they left. They parted and Seamus started
walking quickly while Ron seemed to slow his pace. Harry guessed they were up
to something and, thinking quickly, set down his bag. He went to a knee behind
it as a cover for having to tie his shoe. At the far end of the hall he saw
Seamus head into the boy’s loo. Ron, having walked slowly enough to allow
almost everyone to pass him, also approached the loo. Harry immediately guessed
what was going on. He deliberately looked down at his shoe tying efforts hoping
that Ron, if he caught sight of him, would assume that Harry wouldn’t notice
the ginger heading in. That’s exactly what happened. When Harry looked up, Ron
was no longer in the corridor and the door was just closing.
He had to give them credit. While they seemed to be trying a bit too hard to
look nonchalant, they’d chosen a good time and place to meet up. This part of
the castle would be pretty much abandoned at this time of day so it was
unlikely ANYONE would come in. And the stalls in that particular loo are rather
large, making it easy for two people to share it, and hide their presence if
someone DID come in since the stall doors went down to the floor.
Harry approached the door and checked that he was alone in the corridor.
Confident that he was the only one around he cast a silencing charm on the
loo’s hinges and then quietly made his way inside. Since the stall walls went
most of the way to the floor he couldn’t easily tell which one they were in,
but a quick listen confirmed that were on the end farthest from the door. As he
got closer he could make out their whispers and Harry took the stall next to
them as he listened. The construction was hardly air tight and so the sound
traveled easily from their stall to his.
“-was a great idea mate” Ron said. “We’ll have some time before we have to make
it down to the great hall for supper.”
“Yea” replied Seamus. “But still, let’s not take TOO long, OK?
“I’m so horny, I doubt I could last long anyway.”
“Me either.”
With that Harry heard the rustle of clothes and the unmistakable sound of
zippers being undone. Over in the next stall, the boys wasted no time. Seamus
leaned in, pushing their shirts out of the way, and started rubbing himself up
against Ron, grinding their cocks together.
“Oh… oh yea… I love feeling you rub up against me” Ron cooed. He put his hands
on the Irish boy’s bum, alternately pulling him closer and rubbing his hands up
and down, stroking the smooth butt cheeks and teasing the skin with his
fingertips. This elicited a moan from Seamus who loved the feel of this new
sensation. He decided to try something he’d seen in a movie and tentatively
gave a light lick to Ron’s ear.
“OOOOHHHH” Ron moaned in response.
“You like that?” Seamus asked, already knowing the answer.
“Merlin YES! Do that some more. But keep grinding against me. I love the feel
of your cock rubbing on mine.” Seamus did as asked; eliciting more moans from
his friend.
Harry, while only able to guess at EXACTLY what was going on, had a pretty good
idea nonetheless. He was highly aroused by sounds and moaning that were coming
from the stall next door. He took out his own cock which was exceedingly hard
and desperate for attention. He didn’t want to risk them hearing a lubrication
spell so Harry made do with spit and did his best to wank himself as quietly as
possible.
Ron moaned lightly each time Seamus made a pass across the ear with his tongue.
This new sensation, combined with the great feelings of the other boy grinding
into him, kept his cock rock hard and were doing a good job of getting him
closer to the edge. For a couple of minutes, he just relaxed against the wall
and let Seamus work on him, delighting in the sensations being delivered to his
crotch and ears.
After a few minutes Ron got more engaged. Grabbing his wand, he put his other
hand on Seamus’ shoulder to make him pause for a moment. “Here” he said, and
cast a lubrication charm on each of their cocks. Then he pulled the cute bum
toward him again. Seamus restarted his grinding motions and they BOTH moaned,
fairly loudly, at the added delight of feeling their slicked-up cocks and balls
slipping in, around, against, and past each other.
Since Seamus was in an experimental mood, Ron decided he’d do a little
something new as well. He cast a cleansing charm on his friend’s back side then
a lubrication charm on his left hand. Seamus was so absorbed in the tactile
sensations he was getting from his crotch that he only registered the sound of
Ron’s spell casting a split second before the ginger’s digit found its way down
to his rosebud. He froze for a second as this was an unexpected sensation,
pulling back slightly and looking into Ron’s face with an odd mix of expression
on his face… somewhere between open mouthed questioning and astonishment.
As Ron gently stroked his finger across the small hairless hole Seamus’ eyes
shot open in surprise, but then they came back to normal and his mouth curved
into a smile. As his head fell back and his eyes also closed he couldn’t keep
himself from crying out, “Oh FUCK! Oh! OH! Oh… Ron… I… I… don’t… don’t stop!”
Instinctually, the freckled boy started grinding himself against Ron again,
spurred on by the double sensations now coming on both the front and back of
his body. His head then leaned forward and Ron felt the head on his shoulder
and much of Seamus’ weight on him, pushing him solidly back into the wall.
Ron, feeling the playful side of turning the tables like this, asked his lover
the same question he’d gotten a few moments before. “You like that?” he asked,
also knowing the answer already.
“Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhh” was his only reply, it came out in a desperate moan,
Seamus unable to form words as his brain was overloaded with this delightful
new feeling.
“Yea?” he prompted, not pausing in his stroking efforts. “You like THAT?” he
asked again, rubbing the hole a bit more quickly, tapping against it repeatedly
with his fingertip.
“ohhhhhh”
“You like feeling me play with your hole?” Ron continued.
“ooooooooo… yea” was all Seamus could manage in reply before falling silent,
lost to the delightful feelings that were overtaking him.
Harry had been wanking pretty solidly by this point. Hearing what was being
said he could clearly picture the scene on the other side of the stall’s thin
wall as Ron teased their roommate’s rosebud. Hearing Seamus moan and Ron’s
husky voice (for a 12-year-old) as he teased him was getting Harry very close.
After another minute of gentle fingering, with Seamus alternately pushing
himself into Ron to grind their crotches then pushing his bum back against the
finger pressing against his most intimate place, Seamus couldn’t keep quiet nor
hold it in any more. “Ron… uuuungh… I’m going to… OOOOOHHHHHHH” and Seamus went
over the edge with a high-pitched moan, shuddering as the orgasm overtook him.
That was all it took for Harry. As he also went over the edge he pressed the
inside of his elbow against his mouth to help stifle the moan he wasn’t
entirely successful at suppressing. But it was enough to muffle the sound so
that his presence wasn’t detected by the two rutting boys just a few feet away.
Ron continued wanking Seamus but after a moment the other boy’s hand shot down
and pushed forcefully against Ron’s wrist to stop him; he was just too
sensitive. Ron chuckled to himself, knowing exactly what that felt like.
Ron let Seamus lean against him as he came down, just listening to his
breathing return to normal, but added the occasional gentle brush of his finger
against the boy hole to keep Seamus… on his toes… so to speak. When he finally
got his wits about him again he pulled back slightly and looked down at Ron’s
still VERY hard cock. He looked at the ginger and smiled. Without a word he
started dropping down to his knees but got tangled up in his own trousers and
nearly fell. Ron caught his arm and steadied him. Seamus sorted himself out and
squatted in front of Ron. Without pausing, he took the hard cock in his mouth
and started sucking for all he was worth.
Ron, not expecting such intensity so fast, immediately let out a moan; half
surprised half pleasurable. This snapped Harry out of his own part orgasmic
lull, and he started listening more intently. Seamus, having fooled around with
Ron in the past, had given some thought to how best to do this. He used copious
amounts of spit to get a good and moist action going on, quickly bouncing up
and down and sucking intensely. Harry was treated to the unmistakable sounds of
a cock slurping through wet lips; at least when that wasn't drowned out by
Ron’s moaning.
Ron kept moaning, a bit more quietly after the first few seconds, then looked
down at Seamus as he worked on his cock. A bit less than a minute later Seamus
looked up at Ron and locked eyes with him, but kept sucking. That was just too
much mental stimulation on top of the physical. Ron went over the edge
immediately. “FUCK! hhhhhuuuuuhhhhh Yea Seamus... Merlin! Suck me! Oh… it’s… so
HARD! Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaa!” and he broke eye contact as his eyes closed,
riding the amazing sexual high.
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After Ron came down from from his orgasm he looked down at the still kneeling
Seamus and smiled.
“Thanks mate! It felt sooooo good… the way you kept it in your mouth as I
came.”
“Sure thing Ron. It was fun to feel it twitch against my tongue.”
‘I have to try that with Draco’ Harry thought.
“I think we found a good meet up spot with this loo. Nobody is in this part of
the castle this time of day” Ron said.
‘Except me’ Harry thought, chuckling a bit on the inside.
“Yea, I was thinking the same thing” Seamus replied, standing up. “But next
time, lets… uh… take our clothes all the way off. It’s hard to move around and
squat with my trousers around my ankles and with our shirts getting in the way.
I think it'll be better if I can feel your whole chest rubbing on me."
“Right, good idea.” Ron paused for a sec, thinking about weather to voice his
next thought. After a few second’s hesitation he went ahead. “Plus, once we…
you know… start to shoot… it’ll help keep our clothes from getting stained.”
Seamus looked back at him for a moment, pausing while that sunk in. “Right!
Yea… I… guess that WILL be happening soon won’t it?” he asked rhetorically, a
small smile tugging at the side of his mouth.
“Yea… at least I hope so. It’ll be so wicked! I hear it feels even better when
you finally shoot.”
“Cool!” Seamus replied, a bit lost in thought about the whole thing while he
started straightening himself out.
Harry hear the rustle of their clothes as they collected themselves and used
the sound to cover his own personal tidying up. Once he was all settled a quick
moment of inspiration touched him. He quietly undid the lock on the stall he
was in and let the door open a few inches, standing behind it. They wouldn’t
realize he was there unless they pushed the door open further. But he figured,
correctly, that he might not be able to tip toe out of the bathroom ahead of
them and avoid being seen. So he decided to stay put. Also, they probably
checked that the bathroom was empty when they came in. The stall next to them
having a now-locked door would be suspicious.
Harry wasn’t quite sure exactly how he would be able to start messing around
with them. But he didn’t think that them discovering his spying would be the
best way. So he would stay hidden and pretend he knew nothing for now.
Ron peaked his head out of the stall door and looked around. Seeing no one, and
also that all of the stall doors were slightly ajar, he assumed nobody was
there and motioned for Seamus to follow. They washed their hands and then left
the loo.
Harry lingered for a few more minutes to make sure they were gone. He then went
over to the sinks, washed his own hands, and headed back towards Griffindor
tower. It was only as he started walking back that he felt the small bulge in
his pocked and remembered… Malfoy had slipped him a small box! He needed to
find a place to open it and find out what it was.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks everyone for the good feedback and suggestions. They continue
     to help me refine the story arc. Keep them coming.
     I've got a story board for the next three or so chapters. I just need
     to find time to write it out now. Special thanks to Wil for all the
     good brainstorming on possible options.
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***** Oliver teaches Harry *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
To my readers, thanks for your kind words and suggestions. And most of all,
your patience. This took WAY longer to complete than I had expected. I know I'd
said the holidays, but too much was happening. So it's a couple of weeks late,
but I hope you enjoy. I've still got more chapters in mind, but it'll take me
at least a few weeks before I can get the next one out.
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When Harry got back to his room he was relieved to find that it was empty. He
got out the small box that Malfoy had slipped him. It consisted of rolled up
scroll and instructions. Reading them over, he learned that this scroll was one
of a linked pair. Script written on one would appear on the other at the same
time and would fade away after it was read. ‘WOW' Harry thought. This would be
a way for he and Malfoy to secretly write each other.
Continuing, he read through the process of setting up the spells that would
active it. Interesting... there was a sort of built-in security too. You had to
know what spell to use to reveal what was written. He finished with the
instructions and a second later, a message appeared on the paper:
-Harry, hopefully you've got your side working. Give me a sign at supper that
you have. If so, let's use these again tonight at 9PM.
Harry re-read the message then tapped it twice and it disappeared.
Harry went down to supper and saw Draco across the hall at the Slytherin table.
He could see the blond watching him. Just before he sat down he gave a quick
thumbs-up as he looked over. Hopefully Draco got the message.
At about nine, Harry sat on his bed with ink on the nightstand, enchanted
parchment in his lap, quill in hand. He was alone, but anyone who came in would
just see him writing on what looked like ordinary parchment, and assume he was
doing school work.
Just after the stroke of the hour the page come alive with handwriting that
Harry would quickly become familiar with as Draco's.
-Are you there?
-Yes.
-Brilliant!
-Where did you get these pieces of parchment?
-My family has connections with some of the, shall we say, less legitimate
merchants. My father actually helped me purchase these. I just told him I
thought it would be helpful to be able to correspond with certain people
secretly and he immediately agreed.
-Wow. I won't ask what something like this cost.
-We're rich. Why not use it, eh?
-I'm not complaining. (Harry hoped the joking nature of that sentence would
come through.) So, what SHALL we talk about?
-Well, I'm sure you guessed the reasons why I bought this for us.
-No, not really.
-You didn't wonder?
-No, I didn't have to. It's so we can talk about meeting up for shagging,
right?
(There was a pause as Draco got over his surprise.)
-Yes. Though I'm surprised to hear you come right out with it.
-Didn't think it would be so easy?
-Exactly.
-Don't be too surprised. I think you're really cute and I REALLY want to be
with you.
-Me too! I'm feel lucky that we both feel the same way.
-Actually, if we're being completely honest, I've asked Oliver for some
pointers. I want us to have lots of fun together.
-Good idea.
-And I want us to have ALONE time.
-Me too!
-Great. When?
(Another pause.)
-I don't know. Even if we could break away from our friends at some point,
where could we meet up? Neither of us can risk going to the other's dorm.
-I don't know either. Let's think about it.
-OK. We can write each other here to check in and share ideas. Sound good?
-OK.
-OK.
(A pause)
-Good night Harry.
-Good night Draco.
And with that both boys cleared their parchments and set them aside for the
evening.
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The next day, Harry headed down to the Quidditch locker rooms after their last
class to meet up with Oliver. There was a practice scheduled for later that day
for one of the houses, but they'd not made it down yet. So he was alone.
It was just as well. He was so excited, thinking ahead to the hot encounter he
hoped to have, that his cock never got below a semi the whole walk down to the
stadium. Getting inside he found that he'd beaten Oliver there.
Deciding to make good use of his time he got undressed, cast a cleansing charm
on him backside, and then headed into the showers. He wasn't all that dirty,
but why NOT be squeaky clean, eh? No downside to that really.
Harry been under the spray for only a minute or so before he heard the door
open. Oliver poked his head around the corner and, seeing Harry, he smiled.
"Hey mate. Good idea... I'll join you in a sec." Oliver repeated the exact same
process of the cleansing spell once he was naked, then headed into the showers
to join Harry. He came up behind the second year and put his hands on his
shoulders. Harry moved to turn off the shower.
"Wait" said Oliver, "leave it on. Let's just have a rinse together first."
Oliver then started massaging Harry's shoulders and Harry relaxed back into
Oliver as he drew close, pressing his hard-on into cleft between the younger
boy's shoulders. The warm water cascaded over both their naked forms as they
enjoyed the feeling of pressing against one another.
Oliver could sense Harry's nervousness. "Before we even do anything, let's get
one thing sorted. This is all about having fun and making ourselves and our
lover feel good. So, if anything's not good say so. Plus, you can ask anything
you want, and try anything you want. I'll stop you if anything goes to far. But
I'm not worried. And... key thing... YOU shouldn't be worried either. Don't
worry about screwing up, or anything like that. This is about having fun and
learning, not being embarrassed because you don't know something, or don't know
how to do something, and it's not about being perfect. OK?"
"Yea" Harry replied, a sigh escaping him as his tension eased. Oliver could
actually feel the younger boy relax back into him.
"So" Oliver said in Harry's ear, "the first rule of being a good top, of being
a good lover in GENERAL, is to not be in a hurry. Quickies can be fun, but it's
far better to take your time whenever you can. Rushing can kill the buzz. And
going too fast can prevent it from even getting started. Make sense?"
"Uh huh" Harry said lightly, nodding his head, as Oliver continued rubbing his
back.
"Like right now. I could stroke your cock really fast and hard" he said,
grabbing Harry's cock firmly and giving it a few tugs, "and make you cum in
about a minute or so I'd guess. About right?" Oliver asked.
"Yea, probably less time than that" came the reply, with a small laugh.
"But it feels nice being together like this. Being aroused only makes it
hotter... heightens the senses eh?" he said, continuing to rub the smooth cock
between his fingers, deliberately keeping his motions slow and light.
"Umm" was the only reply from Harry, again with a nod.
Inwardly, Oliver was ecstatic that he had Harry to himself right now. He'd
always envisioned bringing him into the fold, but had hoped for some solo time
first. The twins barging in on them a while back with Malfoy's limp form had
resulted in a happy ending, but still.
This time, there was no risk of that. The twins were serving detention with
Snape for a prank they'd pulled earlier in the day. So, he and Harry had would
have plenty of time. Oliver had been lucky; his own sexual education had been
from someone who'd taught him patience. So rather than rush right in he'd
learned the joys of foreplay and taking it slow. Quickies had their place for
sure, but not now. He was rather proud of himself for taking those lessons to
heart and, he hoped, for passing them on to Harry.
Oliver continued with his back rub, allowing the hot water flow over both of
them as they moved around every so often, occasionally kissing the back of
Harry's neck and tonguing his ear. As his hand wandered down Harry's back,
kneading the muscles to relax them, Harry put out both hands and braced himself
against the wall, leaning forward slightly. This had the effect of pushing his
ass back into Oliver's cock.
The older boy paused for a moment as this delightful sensation hit him. Looking
down and the younger boy pressing his ass into him made a spurt of pre-cum leak
from his rigidly hard cock. As he slowly moved it, the personal lube was rubbed
into and around his foreskin and onto Harry's ass cheeks.
As Oliver came to the bottom of Harry's spine, the young seeker pulled away
slightly and turned around. Harry had always had a crush on Oliver, his captain
was just SO HOT! As he turned, he looked the sexy teenager up and down,
longingly. Locking eyes with him, he leaded in and kissed him passionately, a
kiss which was eagerly returned. They locked arms around each other, pulling
together, and ground their bodies together as they continued kissing.
They made out for a while. At first, Harry was kissing only with his lips. But
he picked up on queues from Oliver as the other probed his mouth with his
tongue and started reciprocating with similar moves. While the make out
continued, Oliver's hands started wondering, slowly making their way down
Harry's back. As he started to fondle the smooth cheeks, Oliver pulled back a
bit to meet Harry's eyes, but didn't break the embrace.
"You feel how my hands slowly made their way down?" A nod. "You can guess where
they're going next, right?" Another nod, accompanied by a smile.
"When you're with someone for the first time, ESPECIALLY with someone who is
new to sex, it's good to give cues as to where you're heading. That way, you
can feel if they tense up or pull away and it'll help you understand what
they're thinking. Them pulling away doesn't necessarily mean stop, but you
should pause and figure out what's next. So right now, as I do THIS" Oliver
said, rubbing a finger lightly across Harry's rosebud "you've sensed it coming
are were ready for it."
"Ohhh... oh yea!" Harry exclaimed, melting against him.
"That tells me you want more. Right?"
"Merlin, YES!"
He laughed a bit, and continued to tease Harry's hole lightly. Speaking softly
in his ear, Oliver continued the lesson. "Not all signs from a lover will be
that clear. Over time, you'll learn to pick up on them. The key thing right now
is to know that they exist and to watch out for them."
He paused the motions of his fingers, "Understand Harry?"
Knowing that Oliver was testing his listening skills just then, Harry looked up
at him, "Yea, got it."
"Good" Oliver replied, and his smile grew wider as he started teasing Harry's
hole some more, eliciting soft moans from the cute second year. They kissed for
another minute as Oliver continued brushing across Harry's rosebud with a
finger. "Shall we dry off?" he asked, pulling away slightly.
"Sure, Harry replied" as he turned around and shut off the faucets.
They toweled off and headed back towards the locker room. As Oliver got some
fresh towels and laid them down on the wide bench, Harry wondered just how much
sexual activity, hell even just WANKING, the locker room benches had seen over
the years.
"So, just like other stuff, you can't rush right into fucking either. I mean...
you CAN... but it's much better for your partner if you work up to it. Think
about how much time we spent on you the other day with Malfoy." Oliver gave
Harry a minute to think back on it, enjoying the happy and lustful expression
that came over his face as he did so. "Now, lay down on the bench, spread
eagle, face down."
Harry did so and Oliver got on the bench behind him on all fours. He pulled
Harry's cheeks apart, exposing his small hairless hole, and blew on it gently
to tease him. Harry moaned softly, enjoying the new sensation. As Oliver leaned
in and starting licking around his puckered anus, the younger boy's moaning got
much louder.
Harry couldn't have kept quiet if he wanted to. And he DIDN'T want to!
"Oh... Oh... Oliver. FUCK!" Harry hit the bench with a fist, needing an outlet
for his energy. "Don't... don't stop."
"I won't" Oliver said, pausing only briefly enough to get the words out before
putting his tongue back to work. Harry continued to moan, feeling as though all
the nerve endings in his groin were being fired up by the hot wet tongue
working on him. Oliver continued licking, swirling his tongue around,
continuing to keep Harry stimulated and moaning.
After a few more moments of this he worked one hand between Harry's legs to cup
his balls. He started playing with them gently, coaxing Harry to rise up a bit.
Harry complied, coming up on his knees a bit to raise his ass in the air,
shoulders and head still flat on the bench, cushioned by the towels. Oliver
pulled back slightly to take in the sight, something he'd been dreaming of
doing for well over a year, and now he just couldn't believe his good luck.
He went back to work, reaching forward further and started wanking Harry
lightly, using his thumb and index finger to slowly move his foreskin over and
back on the mushroom head. The green-eyed owner moaned appreciatively at the
extra attention. Oliver licked below the hole, trailing over Harry's taint and
also teasing his balls for a bit. Harry continued his moaning, completely lost
in the hot wetness of the mouth working on him.
Coming back to the small rosebud, Oliver started pushing his tongue in, gently
but firmly penetrating the tight hole over and over. His lover's moaning
reached new heights and he kept inching his bum into the air further as time
went on, instinctually seeking out the tongue that was delightfully invading
his insides. His body was almost a triangle now, his ass was so far in the air.
Anyone who walked into the locker room just then would have been treated to the
sight of the Gryffindor quidditch team captain's face buried in the tight
little ass of his young seeker.
"Ugh! Oliver... YES! Oh... Oh... your tongue... OH! DON'T STOP-AH!" That was
all Harry could get out before he went over the edge. Even though this wasn't
his first time, the stimulation was just too much for him to last long. Oliver
felt Harry's cock twitch in his palm as he climaxed, simultaneously feeling the
sphincter pucker around his tongue. He stopped his ministrations a moment later
as Harry came down from the wave, his body going flat against the bench again,
chest heaving with the huge breaths he took, which were slowly getting calmer.
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Oliver waited until Harry had fully settled before speaking. "So, that was one
lesson. Are you ready to try out what you learned?" he said in a playful tone.
Harry looked back and smiled a wicked smile, then started to get up, so that he
and Oliver could switch places.
Oliver laid down, face up, on the bench where Harry had been. At the younger
boy's curious look, Oliver said, "I'm going to lay on my back pull my knees
toward me. That will let you see my reactions when you rim me. Plus... you
probably noticed that I've been really hard this whole time. I'm good to go at
least twice. I bet you can go at least that many times, right?" Harry nodded.
"Good. I want you to suck me off before you fuck me."
Oliver had wanted to do everything with Harry, and especially wanted to see
that cute face bounce up and down on his cock. He realized that he might be
pushing his luck a bit, but he need not have worried. Harry was quite OK being
the ‘student' right now. Plus, he had the hots for Oliver anyway.
"Deal" Harry said, the wicked smile returning.
Oliver leaned back and pulled his knees towards his head, raising his bum in
the air.
"Put your hands on the back of my legs... that's it... now push them back."
Oliver felt Harry's weight keeping his legs back. "Holding that position can
get tiring. And this way my hands are free for more fun things" he continued,
smiling up at Harry. "We'll switch off every now and then. Like when you want
to play with my cock." Harry nodded. "Don't worry. And don't think about it too
much. We'll find our rhythm."
Harry nodded. Oliver cocked and eye brew and nodded towards his crotch. Harry
needed no further inducement. He'd been excited about this since yesterday when
he'd first brought up the idea with Oliver about getting sex lessons. Oliver's
ministrations and his first orgasm had distracted him from that for a time, but
he was now focused again on why he was here and his enthusiasm and excitement
were really getting revved up.
He leaned forward and took a tentative lick at Oliver's hole. It tasted like...
nothing really. They'd just come from the shower and he was sure Oliver had
used a cleansing spell before, so at least that one piece of hesitation was
gone. He licked around the hole a few times, getting used to the motions.
"Yea! That's great! You're doing GREAT Harry!" Oliver said encouragingly... and
somewhat loudly. He was so turned on. And they had privacy. Why stifle himself?
Both the words and the volume of encouragement allowed Harry to quickly shed
any hesitation he had left. He started rimming his team captain's tight hole
intensely, rubbing his tongue in circles, then up and down across the puckering
rosebud, now made shiny from all the spit he's left on it.
"Oh... FUCK... yea" Oliver said, letting his head fall back and closing his
eyes, losing himself in the sensation.
Harry continued slurping at the hole, enjoying the moans he was eliciting from
his lover.
"Run your tongue all the way up... that's it... keep going... lick my taint and
my balls too."
"Your taint?" Harry asked, pausing.
Oliver lifted his head to look at Harry. "Yea" he nodded towards the area.
"That space between a bloke's balls and his hole. The prostate is underneath
that. Think back... did the twins poke and lick at that area before they fucked
you?"
Harry paused for a moment. "Oh... yea!" he exclaimed, remembering.
"That helps build up arousal and makes your partner even more eager to get
fucked. That spot on the INSIDE that they hit... that's your prostate too."
"Cool."
"Prod it a bit with your fingers while you suck on my balls. It feels
absolutely amazing."
As Harry complied Oliver let out a HUGE and erotic moan as his head fell back
against the bench. Harry might be somewhat new at this, but he was learning
fast and he had an intuitive grasp of how to hit pleasure spots.
"Merlin! Yea... that's great!" Oliver moaned as Harry continued, picking up on
Oliver's queues to learn which things he liked to feel Harry do to him. Like
when Harry let his fingers run lightly over Oliver's balls and all around his
crotch, really. That soft touch drove him wild.
The older boy had deliberately left his rock-hard cock untouched. He was so
turned on that he knew he'd come in seconds if he started wanking. And he
wanted to make this last. But... then he made a mistake which made holding out
impossible.
"See what that does?" he asked Harry, pointed towards the copious amount of
pre-cum that had leaked from his cock and had left a large sticky pool on his
abs. Harry looked up and leaned forward to get a better look. "When a guy is
really turned on, and especially if you poke his prostate, he makes even more
pre-cum that usual."
"Cool!" Harry said, smiling. He leaned forward and licked up a swathe of it
from one side of Oliver's stomach, then leaned back a bit, looking at Oliver's
face while he contemplated the taste. "You taste... sweet" he said, with a
small laugh, but meaning it.
Seeing Harry lick him, and then say THAT while he locked those green eyes with
Oliver's own. FUCK! The 15-year-old had never been so aroused. EVER! Until two
seconds later...
"I want more" Harry said, leaning forward and taking the source of the
delicious nectar into his mouth. Harry greedily sucked Oliver's mushroom head,
swirling his tongue all round it, slurping up everything he could find. He even
ran his tongue behind the mushroom head, seeking out any liquid that had been
trapped under the foreskin. He was rewarded with another dose of the tasty goo.
‘I can see why Draco likes this' Harry thought. He couldn't have possibly
described the taste in words right then, but he liked it.
That was all the teenager could take. Watching the object of his affection eat
him out, then greedily suck his cock because he said he liked the taste! Nobody
could last long in a situation like that. And Oliver's fire had been burning
even before he'd come to the locker room.
"OH! Harry... I'm going to shoot!"
Harry didn't pull back. He was figured, rightly, that it would feel better for
his lover if he didn't pull off when he came. And he was determined to learn to
be a good lover. Plus, he was curious about how Oliver tasted. How ANYONE
tasted for that matter. This would be his first experience. Harry could feel
Oliver's balls pull up tight and a moment later felt the cock between his lips
pulse. Then the load shot into his mouth and he got his very first taste of
cum.
If the pre-cum was sweet, then this was more... salty?... no, savory! Yea, that
was a better word. These thoughts passed through his brain in an instant as
shot after shot passed his lips. He didn't keep an exact count, but it must
have been at least 8 of them. He waited a bit too long to swallow as he tried
to savor this first taste of cum. The large volume meant that some of Oliver's
load dribbled out of the corners of his mouth before he could gulp it down.
Harry continued lightly sucking on the cock after it had finished spewing,
feeling it get slightly softer in his mouth.
"Harry." Oliver said insistently, slapping his shoulder a few times. "Stop!"
"Sorry" he replied, pulling back. "It's really sensitive after?"
"Yea. Very. It'll be OK again in a minute. Let's just rest for a sec" Oliver
said, letting his head settle back and allowing his body to relax, legs out
straight. Harry sat up and straddled Oliver, sitting back on the older boy's
thighs, careful not to rest his weight on the cock and balls underneath him.
"So, you liked that I gather?" Harry said jokingly.
"Merlin yes!" came the reply, just as light heartedly. "You liked swallowing my
load?"
"Umm... yea. I've been curious about it for a while. Now I kind of understand
why Draco likes it so much. Do all guys taste this good?"
"Well, some taste better than others. At least, that's been my experience and
what I've heard."
"Huh" Harry said, considering that.
"But, actually, I cheated a little."
"Oh?"
"Yea, I ate a bunch of pineapple yesterday and today. That makes your load
taste better."
"REALLY?!"
"Yep. Asparagus makes it taste worse. So, you know, bear that in mind."
"Wow. Never would have guessed that." This was still another thing for Harry to
ponder.
"Anyway... knowing your lover is into you is always a turn on. And hearing you
say that you liked tasting me... that was SO hot!"
"I meant it, I wasn't just saying."
"Yea, I could tell. That's what made it really special, and even more of a turn
on" Oliver replied. "Come here" he continued, putting his arm up to draw Harry
in close. The second year leaned forward, kissing Oliver deeply. Oliver could
taste himself on Harry's lips and tongue, and he let out a small moan as he
kissed his teammate. They made out for a bit, just enjoying the feel of one
another, in no hurry to move.
When they pause a bit later, Harry asked something he'd been wondering about.
"Oliver? You seemed to a shoot a LOT. Is that normal?"
"No, not for me. But since you asked me about this yesterday I've been getting
hard a quite a bit and I haven't wanked at all. Anticipation makes most guys
shoot more I think. One of the benefits with lots foreplay. That's one reason I
said it's nice to be able to take time and work up to it." He smiled. "And when
that anticipation lasts a while, like more than a day, and you're constantly
hard thinking about it... well... your balls are bound to have a bigger load
than normal." He paused for a minute, deciding whether to say something else.
"I've... I've thought you were cute since that first day we met, when
McGonagall said that you'd make a good seeker."
"I felt the same way!" Harry replied. This immediately made Oliver relax, as
he'd been worried how Harry would react. He had no way of knowing that Harry
already KNEW, having overheard him say as much to the twins when he spied on
them from behind the mirror. "It was more than cute though. You made me feel...
WARM. I didn't really know what that meant at the time. Now I know that, even
then, I had the hots for you." He leaned in and they kissed again.
For Oliver, it was even better than a moment ago. He knew Harry liked him, the
younger boy wouldn't be here otherwise. But to know that he'd felt the same
way, and at the same time, made him feel even closer to him. Harry pulled back
a bit.
"You don't mind that I'm into Malfoy, do you?"
"Nope. I fancy lots of boys. So do you, I imagine. Not fair for me to claim
that I should be the only one you're into, or that you should only mess around
with me. I mean, there's the twins as well, at the very least."
"Ah... OK... good. Cause, I REALLY do like being with you. But, I also want to
mess around."
"No worries mate. Have all the fun you want."
"Yea... well... speaking of that..." Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I haven't forgotten. I'd planned for all this to unfold something like the
way it has. We get our first one ‘out of the way' so that we've got more
staying power. It'll be your first fuck, right?" Harry nodded. "Thought so.
You're going to REALLY like it. And I didn't want you going over the edge right
away. Same for me, it's really hot for me to be able to teach you like this.
And I didn't want to cum too quickly either."
"Oh. I guess I get that... but why?"
"You wouldn't know this. But sometimes being fucked feels very different and
you need to stop right after you cum if you're the bottom. Sometimes things are
too sensitive, or there's tightness and pains that your body suppressed while
you're having sex that only come out after. You every been in an odd position
when you wank but only feel the muscle cramps, or whatever, AFTER you go over
the edge?"
"I..." Harry thought a moment. "Yes, actually! Wow, that happens to everyone?"
"Yep. And not just to your limbs. Your ass muscles and such can feel the same
way. Not everyone. And not every time. But it's something you should bear in
mind." Oliver let that sink in for a moment. "OK, the uh... lecture is over.
Time for you to practice what you've learned. I'm already pretty loose but I
want you to warm me up anyway so that you know how it's done." Oliver reached
over to his nearby wand, casting lubrication spells on his ass and both of
their hard cocks. "Put one finger in."
Harry did so, and it slipped in pretty easily.
"Wiggle it around a bit, try and find that special spot inside me. You know
what I'm talking about, don't you?" he asked with a smirk, remembering Harry's
reaction when he was getting fucked the other day.
Harry started moving around inside, tentatively at first. When Oliver didn't
give any sort of indication of discomfort he got bolder. He felt around his
insides poking and prodding.
"Yea! There it is. Press is again. Ugh! Yea! Now, it's in roughly the same
place for everybody. That's what you want to try and hit with your cock when
you're inside. Got it?"
"Yea!"
"Good. Now, put another finger in." Harry felt a bit more resistance. "Wiggle
them around a bit, slowly, and scissor them too. You want to stretch out my
hole so that it's ready for you. You're still small so two fingers should be
fine. Once you get bigger you'll want to work your way up to three."
Harry continued his slow finger fucking of his sex tutor, still intent on
trying to ‘get it right' as much as he could. Every now and again he'd press on
that special spot and get an extra moan from Oliver. As he watched, he noticed
that the more he pressed on that spot the more precum leaked from his cock.
‘Oh, that must be what he was doing to the twins that time' Harry realized,
thinking back to the time when we watched Oliver tease each of twins with a
finger while they were pinned to the wall.
Harry's cock had been rock-hard for a while now and he was growing anxious to
finally ‘do the deed.' He paused and looked up at Oliver to catch his
attention.
"I... think I'm ready to... umm..." Harry said softly.
"To WHAT Harry?" Oliver asked, deliberately being coy.
"To... you know..." he said, a bit louder.
"Harry... Look at what we're doing. I want to hear you SAY it! There's no need
to be shy" Oliver continued.
"I want to fuck you" Harry said, finally, with boldness that time.
"Good! I WANT you to fuck me Harry" he replied with a smile. "Shyness is rarely
a turn on, at least, not when you're looking to top. Got it?"
"Yea."
"Good. Now..." Oliver pulled his legs back "give it to me."
The image of the hot teenager that Harry had lusted after asking, fairly
demanding, to be fucked was an incredible turn on for Harry. He climbed on top
of Oliver, laying so that his torso helped to push the upper classman's splayed
knees back towards his head. Harry leaned in and kissed Oliver deeply for a
bit, getting his cock into position. He leaned back up and lined up the
mushroom head against Oliver's rosebud. He took a breath to calm himself and
then pressed in. Oliver relaxed when he felt the pressure, knowing what to do,
and allowed Harry's cock to slip inside.
"Oh! Oh FUCK!" Harry said, as his head and part of the shaft pressed past
Oliver's ring.
"Just hold it there for a sec, let me get used to it."
"Ungh!" Harry groaned a bit in frustration, wanted to sink himself inside.
"I know, I know, it can be hard to go slow. But it's MUCH easier on your lover
if you can ease into things. Here, let me take your mind off it a bit. Come
here" he said, pulling Harry in for a kiss.
Harry very carefully leaned forward, making sure not to push in further nor
pull out. His lips met Oliver's and they tongue wrestled for a bit. In truth,
Oliver probably could have taken all of Harry's cock right away, but he wanted
to teach him the right way to do this rather than have him bumble around his
first few times and risk hurting this partner.
As they kissed, Oliver rubbed his hands down Harry's back and started playing
with his ass cheeks. He just rubbed them a bit at first, but then grabbed them,
pulling them gently but firmly forward. Harry got the message. Not breaking
their kiss, he started pressing the rest of his cock inside, bottoming out
inside his team captain a few seconds later. For a moment, he just paused
there, enjoying the amazing sensation of having his cock fully enveloped in the
velvety glove of a nice warm ass for the first time.
Finally, Harry pulled back a bit and started to fuck Oliver properly. At first
it was slow shallow strokes as got used to the motions. But soon he was really
hammering away at it.
"OH... OH FUCK Oliver... you feel amazing" he said between strokes.
"That's it Harry. Give it to me. I love feeling your cock inside me. Hit that
spoooAHT... yea! That's it! Yea... Yea... don't stop" Oliver cooed, enjoying
the intense jabbing of Harry's fuck pole inside him. A few times his cock
slipped out entirely and Harry had to stop and line himself up again before
getting going. Oliver was ready for that. He knew Harry would do that as he
learned how this worked. Even experienced lovers could do that, he couldn't
really expect someone new at this to be perfect. So, he swallowed the mild
frustration he felt whenever it happened and just gave occasional words of
encouragement.
But all in, Oliver was LOVING this. Harry was making him feel good. Hell, even
just glancing down and seeing the cute, naked, green-eyed boy he'd fantasized
was making him feel good. The sensations going from his insides to his hard
cock were just amazing.
Finally, Oliver couldn't stop himself anymore. He grabbed his cock and started
wanking furiously, grateful for the lubrication spell he'd put on it earlier.
"Fuck Harry! I'm getting so close. You?"
"Yea" the 12-year-old replied, not pausing in his fucking motions.
"Do it! I want to feel you cum while you're inside me Harry. CUM FOR ME!" the
cute teenager half-shouted, knowing the erotic effect it would have on his
lover. He wasn't disappointed. Harry climaxed a few strokes later, his dry cum
causing his cock to spasm wildly against Oliver's sphincter. Oliver came just
after, shooting his load onto both their chests, with one shot even hitting
Oliver on his chin, dribbling down onto his neck.
Harry pulled out shortly after Oliver came and allowed him to straighten out
his legs. Then Harry laid on top of him, squishing the copious load between
their chests as they caught their breath and came down from the fantastic high
they both just had.
"You did great for your first time" Oliver finally said, stroking Harry's back.
"Really? Thanks."
"I clearly had a good time" he replied, shifting slightly so that Harry would
feel the stickiness of his drying load. "And even though your eyes were closed
in concentration, I could tell by your expression that you liked it too."
"Ummmm... yea" came Harry's contented reply.
They laid together for another few minutes until Harry decided it was probably
time to continue the day. He slowly got up and then stretched a bit once he got
to his feet. They headed for the showers to rinse off.
"So" Oliver said, "you feel better now about what you'll get up to with Draco?"
"Much. It was great being on the receiving end, but I also loved being the top.
And" looking straight at Oliver to convey his sincerity "you're a fantastic
teacher."
"Thanks mate."
"In fact," Harry continued, playfulness in his voice "I might need some more
advanced classes in the future."
Oliver immediately caught his meaning. "Sure, whenever you like. In fact, maybe
we can bring in a third and you can play the part of the observer. You know,
get some proper PERSPECTIVE on it" Oliver joked.
That immediately sparked an idea in Harry which he continued to roll over in
his head as they finished rinsing off from their earlier escapade. He knew JUST
the boy he'd like Oliver to use to demonstrate some more techniques. But the
question was, HOW to get him folded into their little group?
They finished showering and parted ways. Harry's mind still reeling with
possibilities of how he'd get that third boy into the picture. A plan started
to form in his mind.
Chapter End Notes
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