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Adult ++
Chapters:
40
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14,595
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18
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Chatper 11: Running
Reviews are always welcome and appreciated! Enjoy! Picking up in Chapter 5 of CoS
The end of the summer holidays came too quickly for Harry’s liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at The Burrow had been the happiest of his life after the run he took following the trip to Flourish and Blotts.
Everything was spinning...everything was so new and different. He had wanked with Ron, felt great, but had become exceptionally guilty for no real reason. And yet, he had gotten Malfoy to wanking state, and felt powerful and terrific at this new talent. What was going on? He hadn’t had such problems before he started wanking.
Running through the fields surrounding the Burrow helped a bit, as it removed his thoughts away from boys and masturbation to not running into trees and tripping over rocks. The wind was cooling down as the sun was setting, but he felt hot and flushed in the face. A trace of a hard on passed over him as his wand pressed against his thigh, but he did his best to ignore it and keep moving.
“FUCK!” Harry yelled to the heavens, staring upwards for just a second...before tripping over a dug up root, tumbling face forwards, and landing in a pool of mud. Before he knew it, he was covered in crap and on the verge of tears. He pounded a fist on the ground, and swore again.
After lying flat for a couple of minutes, he finally rolled over, onto a small grassy mound, and took a deep breath. He sat up, and was greeted by the slightly amused face of Fred...or was he George?
“What’s goin’ on, Harry?” he asked, kneeling down just away from the mud.
“Nothing,” Harry immediately responded.
“C’mon, you’re worried about something; so what is it?”
“How can I trust you?”
“George and I can both keep secrets, even from each other,” Fred explained, “does it have something to do with a girl?”
“No,” Harry avoided Fred’s gaze.
“Did you and ickle-Ronniekins have a spat?”
“Maybe,”
“What...did you have ‘who’s bigger’ contest and he won?”
“What, no, uh...” Harry began to stammer, feeling shivers of nervousness run down his spine.
“Did you wank together?” Fred leaned in a bit closer, still away from the muddy Harry.
“How did you know?” Harry managed to whisper, horrified.
“I didn’t, but I do now,” Fred smiled.
“You can’t tell anyone!”
“I know,” Fred reassured him, “don’t worry. You’re secret’s safe with me.”
“Thanks,”
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to say,”
“Did you wank each other off?”
Harry was too dumbfounded to respond.
“Don’t worry...everyone does that when they start wanking; it’s fun, and logically, you share fun stuff with your friends. George wanked me off a couple of times and I him when we started,”
“But...don’t you think that’s...uh...gay?” Harry asked timidly.
“Nope. Wanking’s fun, no matter who you’re with,” Fred smiled.
“But I feel kind of guilty to feel so good from ... wanking,”
“Look, Harry, it’s just a fact of life; it’s a fun time of hormones and emotions, and wanking comes with it. Don’t fret it, and enjoy it.”
“Thanks,” Harry said, slowly standing up.
The two walked back to the Burrow, and when they got inside Harry rushed up the stairs to the shower. He stripped quickly, and was careful to keep his clothes from dirtying the room. He was hesitant, though, to step into the shower, as the sudden memory of Ron naked flooded his mind, and then his cock.
A knock came at the door, and Harry bolted into the shower, covering his protruding erection. “C-come in?”
The door swung open and Ron stepped in, dressed in a towel. “Harry? Can I talk to you about something?”
“S-sure,”
“Listen...I’m sorry if I did anything, uh, weird, to you, y’know, that you didn’t like,”
“Ron...it’s okay, I just got kind of freaked out with everything,”
“Me too, sort of,” Ron took a step forward, though Harry was still covering up, “can I come in?”
“Yeah...just, we shouldn’t wank each other off, I think,”
Ron pondered for a second, before pulling off the towel and revealing his hard on. “We can still jerk off, though, right?”
“Sure,” Harry snickered, uncovering his member and turning on the water. The two enjoyed a simultaneous, not mutual, wank, and then went to their beds with a comfortable silence.
Once every couple of days, for the rest of the summer, Harry and Ron would masturbate, up until it was time to go. Harry would be sad to go home, and it was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up in Privet Drive.
There will be smut next time, don’t fret!
I will resume shortly, once Harry starts Quidditch practice. Yes, I am ignoring Harry and Draco’s spat in Chapter Six, but I think JK Rowling wrote it perfectly for this story.
The end of the summer holidays came too quickly for Harry’s liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at The Burrow had been the happiest of his life after the run he took following the trip to Flourish and Blotts.
Everything was spinning...everything was so new and different. He had wanked with Ron, felt great, but had become exceptionally guilty for no real reason. And yet, he had gotten Malfoy to wanking state, and felt powerful and terrific at this new talent. What was going on? He hadn’t had such problems before he started wanking.
Running through the fields surrounding the Burrow helped a bit, as it removed his thoughts away from boys and masturbation to not running into trees and tripping over rocks. The wind was cooling down as the sun was setting, but he felt hot and flushed in the face. A trace of a hard on passed over him as his wand pressed against his thigh, but he did his best to ignore it and keep moving.
“FUCK!” Harry yelled to the heavens, staring upwards for just a second...before tripping over a dug up root, tumbling face forwards, and landing in a pool of mud. Before he knew it, he was covered in crap and on the verge of tears. He pounded a fist on the ground, and swore again.
After lying flat for a couple of minutes, he finally rolled over, onto a small grassy mound, and took a deep breath. He sat up, and was greeted by the slightly amused face of Fred...or was he George?
“What’s goin’ on, Harry?” he asked, kneeling down just away from the mud.
“Nothing,” Harry immediately responded.
“C’mon, you’re worried about something; so what is it?”
“How can I trust you?”
“George and I can both keep secrets, even from each other,” Fred explained, “does it have something to do with a girl?”
“No,” Harry avoided Fred’s gaze.
“Did you and ickle-Ronniekins have a spat?”
“Maybe,”
“What...did you have ‘who’s bigger’ contest and he won?”
“What, no, uh...” Harry began to stammer, feeling shivers of nervousness run down his spine.
“Did you wank together?” Fred leaned in a bit closer, still away from the muddy Harry.
“How did you know?” Harry managed to whisper, horrified.
“I didn’t, but I do now,” Fred smiled.
“You can’t tell anyone!”
“I know,” Fred reassured him, “don’t worry. You’re secret’s safe with me.”
“Thanks,”
“What happened?”
“I don’t want to say,”
“Did you wank each other off?”
Harry was too dumbfounded to respond.
“Don’t worry...everyone does that when they start wanking; it’s fun, and logically, you share fun stuff with your friends. George wanked me off a couple of times and I him when we started,”
“But...don’t you think that’s...uh...gay?” Harry asked timidly.
“Nope. Wanking’s fun, no matter who you’re with,” Fred smiled.
“But I feel kind of guilty to feel so good from ... wanking,”
“Look, Harry, it’s just a fact of life; it’s a fun time of hormones and emotions, and wanking comes with it. Don’t fret it, and enjoy it.”
“Thanks,” Harry said, slowly standing up.
The two walked back to the Burrow, and when they got inside Harry rushed up the stairs to the shower. He stripped quickly, and was careful to keep his clothes from dirtying the room. He was hesitant, though, to step into the shower, as the sudden memory of Ron naked flooded his mind, and then his cock.
A knock came at the door, and Harry bolted into the shower, covering his protruding erection. “C-come in?”
The door swung open and Ron stepped in, dressed in a towel. “Harry? Can I talk to you about something?”
“S-sure,”
“Listen...I’m sorry if I did anything, uh, weird, to you, y’know, that you didn’t like,”
“Ron...it’s okay, I just got kind of freaked out with everything,”
“Me too, sort of,” Ron took a step forward, though Harry was still covering up, “can I come in?”
“Yeah...just, we shouldn’t wank each other off, I think,”
Ron pondered for a second, before pulling off the towel and revealing his hard on. “We can still jerk off, though, right?”
“Sure,” Harry snickered, uncovering his member and turning on the water. The two enjoyed a simultaneous, not mutual, wank, and then went to their beds with a comfortable silence.
Once every couple of days, for the rest of the summer, Harry and Ron would masturbate, up until it was time to go. Harry would be sad to go home, and it was difficult not to feel jealous of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up in Privet Drive.
There will be smut next time, don’t fret!
I will resume shortly, once Harry starts Quidditch practice. Yes, I am ignoring Harry and Draco’s spat in Chapter Six, but I think JK Rowling wrote it perfectly for this story.