Toppers Wallow

It was Ernie that acted as knocker-upper on Wednesday morning, and none too discreetly at that, almost catching Harry and Billy in flagrante. They sat up in bed with the bedclothes just covering their quivering modesty.



“The trio are up and demanding to see you.”



“Why not bring them in here, Ernie. You’re nearly next door, after all,” suggested Harry.



“But you’re still in bed.”



“Yes. Perhaps they will be less inhibited if they see Billy and I together in bed.”



Ernie went quite red, but paused and considered the idea. “Okay, we’ll try it.” Then he disappeared through the door.



Three minutes later there was another knock on the door.



“COME IN.” Billy and Harry replied in unison.



Three young men dressed only in sleeping shorts appeared. Billy immediately noticed their bulges and nudged Harry, who was trying very hard to look at the trio’s faces and smile welcomingly. Grey was the first to make a move, he came and sat on the bed, looking earnestly at Harry.



“Good morning Harry, is this a friend?”



“Good morning Grey. Yes, this is Billy.”



Grey held out a hand to each of them. Coal and Wash came in as well and sat on the bed also holding out their hands.



“You are still in bed, Harry.” Wash said after they all had shaken hands.



“Yes. I went to bed much later than you, so I’m getting up later too.”



“Did you sleep in the same bed as Billy, Harry?” It was Coal again.



Harry blushed, so Billy answered, “Yes Coal, we’ve been sharing a bed for some time now.”



“Isn\'t that naughty?” It was Wash that asked.



“No! Not if you love each other very much.” Billy leaned over and kissed Harry. Not just a peck and not too wet either.



Their audience of four watched, three with interest and Ernie blushing.



“Can we do that?” asked Coal.



“Yes, if you want to.” Harry was imagining them kissing each other; so he was a little taken aback when they all approached him. He steeled himself for the onslaught, what he didn’t steel himself for was how turned on he became. Billy in turn became erect because, with all the movement on the bed, the bedclothes had become deranged, so Harry’s hard-on was now visible to everyone in the room.



“Look! He’s like us. Look!” Grey was pointing below Harry’s waist.



Harry’s immediate reaction was to cover up, but something stopped him, so instead his gripping hands moved the covers down, accidentally revealing Billy’s boner too.



“C’mon Lover, it’s time for our shower.” Billy brazened it out and rose to get out of the bed, followed by three pairs of eyes. Ernie was trying hard not to peep.



Billy held his hand out to Harry, who took it. Trying to look nonchalant, but not feeling it, the pair walked towards the bathroom, their woodies waggling. Ernie was unsure where to look and remained by the bedroom door blushing. The trio stood and followed into the bathroom. Harry looked at Billy wide eyed when he realised that their audience was still with them. Billy shrugged and pointed to the shower, reaching in to turn on the taps. Harry gritted his teeth, stepped into the shower and began regulating the temperature; Billy got the towels, putting them ready nearby, and climbed in.



What Harry did not expect was Billy soaping him up and then starting to wank him. Harry tried to turn away from the audience, but Billy was more forceful, making sure the trio could see him massaging Harry\'s hard-on. The inevitable happened and a fountain of white ensued, leaving Harry bucking in Billy’s hands. Next, Billy stood in front of Harry.



“It’s your turn now, Lover.” Billy placed Harry’s hand on his cock. Harry was lasciviousness incarnate just then. His three-quarter stiffy rode between Billy’s cheeks, as Harry’s hands performed Billy’s public jerk off to its creamy conclusion.



Inevitably Coal asked, “Can we do that?”



Visions of a very sore prick raced through Harry’s mind. “Yes, but not just now please, we have to go to breakfast. I’m extremely hungry. Perhaps later you could try it on each other?”



“Oh no! You are the nice one, we are not.” Wash replied primly.



“Can we have breakfast with you please, Harry?” Grey asked.



While the trio were concentrating on Harry, Billy had managed to have a pee and clean his teeth.



“Why don’t you go and put a few more clothes on, boys. We’re going to get dressed. Then you can come to breakfast with us.” Billy suited his actions to his words, effectively giving Harry time to finish his ablutions too.



The trio watched as the lovers chose and put on various garments, then grabbed them by the hand; taking them to the dorm-ward to watch the trio dress. Ernie was nonplussed by what was happening, realising that by being so open, Harry and Billy had made enormous strides in confidence building between them and the trio.



Kreacher, as always, had his ear open for what was happening. He had laid a table for six a little apart from the rest of the clan. The clan, headed by Augusta, respected the unspoken wish not to butt in, so with some slight hesitation the trio sat with Ernie and the two lovers. Coal had taken a shine to Billy, Grey to Harry, so Ernie teamed up with Wash. Together they inspected the tureens and discussed the contents; in the end, each of the trio had whatever their particular mentor chose for himself.



Billy indicated to Harry that he was able to start late, so breakfast was long and leisurely. The mentors were able to explain about Billy going out to work, so when he left he was given three big kisses on top of the ones Harry gave. Augusta went with Billy, as she had arranged to see John that day, understanding Harry’s preoccupation with the threesome. A brief tour of the estate was undertaken, and then the trio felt tired, gave Harry sloppy kisses and retired with Ernie to their room.



Harry was feeling tense so he stripped off, and jumped into the pool to relax. He swam for about half an hour, not vigorously, but enough to get rid of the tenseness he felt in his muscles. He also used the time to come to terms with some of the happenings since he had woken up and about which he was worried. At the end of the half hour’s musing exercise Ernie jumped in beside him.



“I don’t know how you do it, Harry.” Ernie said as they did lazy lengths together. “I was blushing all over for you, but you took it so calmly.”



“Don’t let the outside show fool you Ernie; I’ve spent the last half hour working out my muscle kinks and at the same time arguing the pros and cons with myself.”



“So why did you go so far then, if you weren’t comfortable with it?”



“I have a feeling inside me that drives me on, sometimes. I daresay John would have the proper term for it. When I knew I was exposed I went to grab the bedclothes round me, but the feeling urged me to do the opposite, so I did. Not without a lot of trepidation I may say.”



“It looked so natural, as though you were saying to the trio that it was all right to have an erection.”



“Yes! I imagine that’s what my little voice wanted them to think. Then Billy took over. He became the little voice. When he was masturbating me I wanted to hide away, but he made me show them that that was all right too. I could hardly not return the compliment, anyway, he had me all fired up by then. We do that to each other, you know. I suppose that that’s part of our loving reaction with each other.”



“I must say; your little floor show had me turned on too. It’s only girls that have done that to me before, am I gay too?”



“Probably not, maybe bi possibly. Do you want to grab my cock and play with it now?”



Ernie looked horrified. Harry realised how he had been misunderstood.



“Sorry Ernie. I wasn’t trying to be brazen or forward. I was asking if you were still high; as a gauge to see your true feelings.”



Ernie recovered from the water he had inadvertently breathed in. “You really believe in shock tactics, Harry. I do see what you mean now. I doubt I’ll have wet dreams about you at night, but if you and Billy put on another demonstration like that, I would be very tempted to join in.”



“That’s part of the argument I’ve been having with myself, Ernie. I think it boils down to intentions. If what we do is for the other person’s ultimate good, then we go ahead and do it, don’t we. You know, like going out of your way to help an old dear with their shopping, even if she presses a pound coin into your hand at the end. It goes wrong if you start thinking I’ll earn a pound if I help that pensioner. But there’s a halfway stage, isn’t there? If I help that old dear she’ll probably give me a pound. That’s when my thinking gets foggy.”



“So where does that get you with our trio?”



“If fooling around will help them; then I’ll indulge, and I know that both Billy and I will enjoy it. However I have to be careful to ensure that they enjoy it too. There is a problem in that, after a certain point, my animal side steps in, just as it did with Billy this morning. That’s when I have to hope my little voice will stop me going too far. And; that I’ll be able to hear it above the roaring hormones.”



“Thanks for the chat, Harry; it’s given me much to think about. What happens if you make a mistake?”



“Some grace to say sorry and try to make amends if possible.”



“That’s a tall order!”



“If we work for the light, then there always seems to be that space; at least there has been so far.”



Ernie gave Harry a side hug, and jumped out grabbing his towel. “I’d better get back to see if our charges are awake.”



Harry swam round a bit longer, considering his conversation with Ernie. Various people drifted to the pool side, some swimming and some sunbathing. It was time for Harry to get out, then he realised he had no towel, and he had been swimming in the nude. To make matters worse, the girls were sitting in front of his pile of clothes. Fearing male derision if he asked for help, he put on a mask of indifference and climbed out of the water. The mask lasted until he was reaching for his clothes and his eye caught Susan’s, who was very obviously admiring his attributes. Blushing caused the start of another reaction, so he abandoned his clothes and rushed for his room. On the stairs he met Seamus and Dean.



“Quite a secret exhibitionist, aren’t you Harry?” Dean asked when he saw Harry’s half-hard-on. Both of them had a little grope as they pushed past, increasing his erection to full mast.



In his room Harry began to dry off. Without knocking Grey walked in; he was naked.



“Can I play with it now, Harry?”



Before Harry could answer Grey had a grip.



“Um … Oh … Don’t squeeze too hard … that’s better … be gentle … Ooh yes …”



Harry closed his eyes enjoying the sensation for a few seconds, when he opened them; he found he had an audience of two more naked young men. Grey was concentrating and following Harry’s quiet suggestions. Soon the milt appeared and Harry squirmed in delight.



“G-G-Grey, p-p-please s-s-stop.”



“Why Harry?” At least Grey did cease pumping.



“Because that creamy substance marks the end of your go; watch my cock and you will see it going soft.”



“It’s my go now,” said Coal, elbowing Grey out of the way and making a grab for Harry’s semi hard prick.



Harry almost stopped him, but the voice said no, and he felt his member re-energise. Coal was side on to Harry, so he had a good view of Coal’s permanent stiffy. Coal had taken in Harry’s instruction to Grey and commenced a gentle caress; even then Harry would be at least ten minutes before he came again. Resolved to use the time fruitfully, Harry let his hand touch Coal’s knee, stroking it. Coal continued caressing and pumping, so Harry’s hand started a gentle movement upwards until his fingers were touching the edge of Coal’s hard rod.



“What are you doing, Harry?”



“I thought you would like to know what it feels like. Would you?”



Coal stopped pumping and thought about it. Harry waited with Coal’s unmoving grip squeezing his cock. Coal restarted pumping and looked carefully into Harry’s eyes.



“Fair’s fair. I do it to you, you do it to me. Yes please!”



Coal’s implement was iron-hard and cold as an icicle.



‘Probably by the hex’ Harry thought.



Harry called to mind the words for a warming charm and tried it as a wandless experiment. Slowly Harry could feel the circulation warming the flesh beneath his fingers. Coal stopped pumping, and looked at Harry’s fingers.



‘Oh no!’ Harry thought, ‘I’ve gone too quickly,’ preparing to take his fingers away.



“That feels good, Harry.” Coal renewed his efforts on Harry.



Harry smiled, relieved, and started to cum all over Coal’s fingers. Coal was nowhere near coition Harry realised.



“Thank you Coal. Wash it’s your turn next. Please will you wait until Coal makes cream?



Slightly crestfallen, Wash agreed. It gave Harry some recovery time, and time to use various techniques, learnt from Billy, to excite Coal’s unfreezing cock. First he concentrated on loosening the young man’s balls, gently pulling and caressing them, but keeping up the pumping action with one hand. Coal’s knob-end turned from light pink to dark purple, so Harry transferred his attentions. Coal began to buck and gasp; then he began to moan. As the moan increased in volume so Harry’s actions went into overdrive. At last, a stream of pearly-white jism shot forth, followed by twelve more. Once the screaming had stopped, Coal fell back on the bed panting and sweating. Carefully Harry milked the last drops out of a not quite so rigid member, trying not to drive Coal too far round the bend from the sensations engendered.



Recovering slightly, Coal gave Harry a big wet kiss. “Thank you, Harry; will you do it again later, please?”



“I might, but only after the others.” Harry got a towel and mopped the mess off Coal and some off himself as well.



On returning from putting the towel in the basket Harry found Wash lying on the bed.



“My turn now Harry, will you do me like you did Coal, please?”



Harry felt somewhat empty down below and wondered if there was enough blood pressure to make him rise again. Then he looked at Wash, probably the most presentable of the three delectable hunks, noticed the curve of his buttocks disappearing into the bedclothes. Harry thought of what was hidden and imagined the little rosebud just asking to be fucked. A minute of such contemplation had Harry hard again. He knew the rosebud was not his. At least not yet. Despite the different hair colouration, the hard cock in front of him almost matched Billy’s, so with that in mind Harry set about pleasuring and being pleasured.



The next thing Harry felt was the bed moving; he looked up to see Grey lying down, with Coal’s hand caressing the one remaining un-wanked cock. Briefly Harry put his hand on Grey’s prick, casting the warming spell simultaneously on Grey and Wash; then he returned his hand to Wash. As before Harry’s juices flowed out well ahead of the two unfreezing appendages. Coal was following Harry’s stroke almost slavishly, it worried Harry slightly, but the reactions from Grey seemed to be positive. As it was, both young men, like the good choirboys they were, sang in unison, spurt for spurt, a dozen times at least.



Another couple of towels were used in the mopping up process and, as they were finishing, a head appeared round the door, it was Ernie.



“Ah there you are, Lunch is nearly over, are you hungry?”



“FAMISHED,” four voices answered emphatically, rising with drooping cocks, and blushing bodies.



Ernie clocked the lack of erection in his charges, and looked at Harry with his mouth open.



“Yes, Ernie! And I feel sore, but they had a good time too. Come on my trio, a quick shower to get rid of the goo, then lunch.”



It was very crowded in Harry’s shower, and an amount of fumbling took place, but no one rose to the occasion, except Ernie, whose hard-on Harry spotted, bulging under the flies of his jeans.



There was a definite lessening in the tense atmosphere, as four out of five people greedily ate a late lunch, having second helpings when they were offered.



“Do we have to have that medicine Ernie?” Grey asked when Ernie produced three glasses of orange potion after the meal.



“Yes you do. Until I’m quite sure the effects of your injuries are quite healed.”



“But it tastes awful and makes us feel sleepy.” Wash opined.



“After the energy you expended this morning you should need a rest. Look at Harry, you’ve worn him out.”



“He can have the medicine then,” Coal suggested.



“No this is specifically made for you three. I’ll make up something for Harry if he likes. Now drink it all up.”



Ernie put on a stern face, so, grimacing, the trio drank the glasses dry. Quite soon they wandered off upstairs to have a lie down.



“Do you need a pick-me-up, Harry?”



“Not this time, thanks, Ernie. But if they expect me to perform three times to their once I shall, and some salve for my prick.”



Okay, I’ll go and make some up, just in case. Though Coal doing Grey was a good sign, don’t you think? I’d better go and see what they’re up to. Bye!”