Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Alrighty...we pick up in Chapter 4, before dinner with the Weasley family.

He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.

“We tried to shut him in a pyramid,” he told Harry. “But Mum spotted us.”

After a quick laugh, Harry turned to Ron and said, “Come up to my room...I got something really cool from a store nearby,”

“What is it?” Ron asked, his interest piqued, and followed Harry.

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked from her seat.

“We’ll be back in...oh, half an hour,” Harry managed to say between gasps – his heart rate was going up exponentially. He didn’t know if Ron would like it, or if Ron still wanted to get off together, or if Ron liked different types of girls, or...


By the time that they had reached Harry’s room, Ron had had a pretty good idea of what they were going to do. As such, he stripped down within seconds – had he practiced this summer? – and was hard and wet on Harry’s bed before the door was even closed. The mirror was still covered, and after a locking and silencing spell, Harry stripped down and was hard in no time at all. However, instead of the routine grabbing of each other’s cocks and wanking til they were satisfied, Harry rummaged through his bags, found the Playwizard, and threw it at Ron.

Ron, who had been lazily stroking himself while watching Harry strut around the room, caught the magazine with his free hand. When he brought it down to eye level and looked at the cover, he blushed deeply and then chuckled...he had heard rumours from Fred and George, but never actually seen one!

“Harry, where’d you get this?” Ron said, though he was obviously too engrossed in the pictures to really give a damn about Harry’s answer.

“Store down the way,” Harry said, walking over to the bed with his cock in hand. He took one tug, let out a contented moan, and then moved over to the bed. He bade Ron sit up; though they were usually opposite one another for wanking, this time, because they had to share a view, Ron and Harry sat cross legged beside one another.

They were so close that their thighs rested against each other ... Harry found himself more turned on from Ron’s touch than the pictures at this point, but didn’t care too much. Once Ron flipped the page, he found her – the brunette one.

“Sex on legs,” Ron smiled, and began pumping furiously. He went on for a minute, was just about to cum, and then stopped – “I found that if you build up, but don’t release...it’s better!”

“It’s mean,” Harry said, remembering their Christmas gift exchange. However, remembering that the release was in fact better, he followed Ron’s example. Focusing solely on the picture before them, who was currently playing with her bountiful breasts, Harry tossed off madly for thirty seconds, was just about to cum, and then stopped.

This continued three or four more times as they continued in the book, and as they saw dirtier and hotter pictures.

The centerfold was the time to end it all.

“What the fuck is she putting in her...her...uh, parts?” Harry said, leaning in – it looked like a wand, but who would shove wood in their body?

“It’s called a vibrator, Harry,” Ron said in a bit of a matter-of-fact tone; he almost sounded like Hermione, but Hermione would NEVER say such things...

“Finish me off, mate, and I’ll finish you,” Ron said as he let go of his throbbing member, and moved a hand over to rest on Harry’s leg.

“Wha?”

“It’ll be better, promise,” Ron smirked.

Though they had done it plenty of times, this time felt different. To Harry, they were finally doing what they were supposed to – getting off to women. And now, Ron was asking Harry to take his cock in hand and vice verse.

Harry eventually caved, though, and pumped Ron to a quick tempo – it took ten seconds. Way more cum than ever before shot out of Ron as he thrust himself into Harry’s hand. Some landed on the witch’s picture, some on the bedding, and one shot had cleared the bed entirely and had landed on a curtain. Though he was ready to pass out from exhaustion, Ron followed through with his duty and brought Harry to completion moments later, who also shot a massive load.

The two fell onto each other, with Harry resting his head on Ron’s stomach, and Ron outstretched an arm to lie across Harry’s stomach. They drifted off to sleep, and had a very pleasant nap until a rapping on the door, about an hour later, woke them up.

With great speed they ran around the room, dabbing up and cleaning the dried come off the furniture, and then towelled themselves off. They threw on their clothes, Harry hid the magazine, and then Ron opened the door and let Hermione in.

“It smells in here...what did you guys do?” she asked, not really hung up on an answer as she walked around in Harry’s accommodations.

Behind her back, Ron and Harry winked at each other.

Dinner that night was a very enjoyable affair. Tom the innkeeper put three tables together in the parlour and the seven Weasleys, Harry and Hermione ate their way through five delicious courses.