Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Okay, I am really sorry for taking so long! Assignments and readings galore have kept me down. But, here is a new chapter...I hope to be finished the Chamber of Secrets by the end of October.

As a warning, in November, I will be writing in NaNoWriMo, so I may not have time to update...please accept my apology in advance, and I promise that there will be many new stories to come!

On with the story! We pick up Chapter 12, midway through.


At last the term ended, and a silence deep as the snow on the grounds descended on the castle. Harry found it peaceful, rather than gloomy, and enjoyed the fact that he, Hermione and the Weasleys had the run of Gryffindor tower, which meant they could play Exploding Snap loudly without bothering anyone, and practice duelling in private. Because they had all remained in their own beds on their own floors, Ron and Harry had been alone in the nights. As most nights had been full of fun and excitement, neither Ron nor Harry had really had the chance to wank at all.

Though both had really enjoyed their time together in the Hospital Wing, they had not spoken of it since. Exams had simply been too stressful for Ron, and Harry had become a little more bashful about the whole subject. Having a wet dream about Malfoy did not help in the least – in fact, he now feared that he and Ron would have to go further; he didn’t want to kiss Ron, and he certainly didn’t want to put Ron’s cock into his mouth.

On Christmas Eve, however, Fred and George had passed out from a little too much firewhiskey and Percy had turned in early. Hermione and Ginny were in their own dorms, and Harry and Ron were both wide awake. Ron moved first.

Not having much money, Ron had struggled to find a good gift for Harry. In the end, he had taken one of his own books, Flying with the Cannons, and wrapped it for Harry; but he needed something more. Thus, the week leading up to Christmas, he had woken up early every morning, borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak, and snuck into the library’s Restricted Section. There, he found a book titled “Pleasure for Two”, detailing techniques for wanking with friends. He had spent the week reading and practicing, and now he was ready to give Harry his gift – the best wank of all time.

Harry had the curtains around his bed shut, and he lay in the nude under his big duvet. Thoughts of being so close to Malfoy the following day had left him concerned and yet horny all day – he wasn’t helped in the latter when Ron suddenly burst through the curtains, completely naked.

“Happy Christmas!” Ron smiled as he settled at the end of the bed, crossing his legs. Harry could see Ron’s hard on quite clearly, and he watched as Ron wrapped a hand around it and began wanking. “Is it alright if I give you my gift early?”

“Yea...yeah, su-sure,” Harry stammered as he became rock hard in seconds.

Ron thrust himself forward, moving on all fours, slowly moving up the bed. His dick was firmly standing straight, gracing the duvet as he moved. With a hand, Ron yanked back the covers and exposed Harry to the cool air. As he was lined up perfectly with his best friend, he thrust his groin down and their cocks met.

They moaned in unison, and Ron shut his eyes. Harry blushed deeply as he looked at his best friend’s face – they were so close that they could kiss...but Harry knew that would be wrong. Boys weren’t supposed to do that with other boys. Boys were designed for sex, not love, right?

Forcing testosterone to take over his system, Harry thrust up, grabbed both cocks, and pulled hard; Ron collapsed in pleasure. He was heavy lying atop Harry, but neither really cared.

“I did have something in mind, mate, if you’ll wait a second,” Ron gasped, breathing deeply. He had almost cum at the touch, and he needed to hold out. With great reluctance he rose up again, and within a minute Ron was once again cross-legged on the bed, but this time he was seated beside Harry (who was lying down).

Ron outstretched his right hand, and grabbed Harry’s shaft firmly, and Harry let out a sigh of pleasure. “Okay, now, on the count of three, thrust up as hard as you can,” Ron said, moving his left hand to his own dick.

“Right,” Harry nodded.

“One, two, three...” Ron said in rapid succession. Just before three, Harry thrust his pelvis into the air, and a pleasure rendered him spineless for a moment; it felt sooo good, and as soon as he had enough energy again, he thrust up again. This continued for thirty seconds, until Harry screamed out a warning that he was going to cum.

Though his mind and body were trying to make him continue, Ron forced himself to let go and stop everything. Harry whimpered miserably, and tried to finish by himself- Ron’s powerful hands shot out and stopped him, though.

“Ron! Fuck, mate, c’mon, you can’t just keep me waiting,” Harry was furious.

“Trust me,” Ron whispered, and Harry reluctantly agreed.

Ron made Harry sit up, and when he was in the proper ‘erect’ position, Ron straddled him and sat in his lap. Their cocks pressed up against each other – they were the same size, and both were oozing precum onto one another. All lubed up and ready to go, Ron provided a hand on their heads, and Harry firmly gripped the bases.

They were able to look at each other, and Harry noticed beads of sweat slowly dripping down Ron’s forehead; Ron was mesmerized by Harry’s expressions and gasps, and randomly looked over Harry’s face.

In unison, they pulled up and down, doing their best to maximize their contact. “First to cum has to jerk the other off tomorrow,” Ron stated simply.

“Deal,” Harry said with vigour; he immediately sped up, and then reached down and cradled his best friend’s balls with his other hand.

Though he made a valiant effort, it was too much for Ron – he came with a shout and shot his small load, coating their fingers and Harry’s cock.

The feeling of cum and Ron’s hand rubbing over his cock was quickly too much for Harry; he climaxed shortly after Ron. Because he had been hard for a while now, and had been close to coming once before, he shot more than he ever had, and more fiercely too. One, two, three, four ribbons of white cum sprayed onto Ron’s chest, hitting his stomach and nipples.

They both fell back, in their own directions, and were ready to fall asleep, when a sudden thought passed through both their minds: Hermione!

“We’ve got to clean up and get back to bed,” Harry said as he grabbed a handful of tissue from his nightstand. He gave some to Ron while using a few to clean himself up too. Thirty seconds later they were moderately clean.

“Happy Christmas,” Ron smiled as he leapt over to his own bed, “there’ll be more tomorrow,”

All thoughts of Malfoy left Harry’s head for the time being, and he fell asleep with a contented smile.

Christmas morning dawned, cold and white.Harry and Ron ... were woken very early by Hermione, who burst in, fully dressed and carrying presents for them both.

SORRY AGAIN for the wait. Will have a new chapter soon, I promise.

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