The Sex Files

‘It was Neville’s fault, all things considered,’ Harry thought to himself as Seamus thrust into him from behind. Harry moaned around Dean’s cock and spread his legs a bit wider.

Neville and Harry had been partnered together in Potions and Neville added too much of something or another and BOOM - white potion all over Harry, who shoved Neville out of the way. Snape barked out that Harry was lucky that Neville was so incompetent because the potion he made by accident should have been a lust potion. Snape was convinced that, since Harry wasn’t rutting against anything, Neville had already messed something up prior to the unfortunate add in. He was only half correct – apparently, Neville had messed something up because the potion only became active once the sun went down. When Harry suddenly found himself hard and randy he was prepared to go to Snape for the antidote, but Seamus convinced him not to. The way he put it – “Why bother with the antidote and be embarrassed when it only lasts a night?” So, Dean said the guys would only be too happy to help out, after all what were friends for, and it wasn’t like this made them gay.

And so here they were – Harry on his hands and knees letting Seamus fuck him while Dean lay underneath him licking and fondling Harry’s cock and balls. Harry suckled Dean’s cock for a few minutes then would lift his head and suck Ron’s cock while Neville watched.

Seamus grunted and thrust in particularly hard – which wasn’t that impressive, Seamus had a nice sized dick but clearly didn’t know how to use it, which made Harry slightly depressed – and came. Harry popped his mouth off Ron’s cock to go back to Dean’s. He slid all the way down and that was all it took for Dean to cum. Ron pulled his head up by the hair, so most of Dean’s cum got splattered over Harry’s face. Dean rolled out from underneath Harry and he and Seamus went to go shower.

Harry swallowed Ron’s dick, loving how long, thick, and hard it was. Strangely, Ron’s cock always reminded him of his favorite dildo – mostly because Ron never bothered with moving his hips and just stood there. (Granted, Harry had only sucked him off a total of three times, so maybe that had more to do with it…)

“You’re such a whore, Harry - perfectly willing to be fucked while sucking dick.” Ron groaned. Harry supposed he was right, after all the only thing the lust potion seemed to be doing was giving him raging, uncontrollable hormones – it wasn’t manufacturing Harry’s near addiction to cock.

Neville pushed his dick past Harry’s ring of muscles easily, after all Harry was still stretched from Seamus. Harry sucked Ron, sliding his mouth back, and Harry rolled his eyes when that was all it took for Ron to come. He was further disappointed when Neville came with just two thrusts. He was painfully hard and mind-numbingly randy.

“Ron…” He moaned, a wave of desire crashing through him.

“Sorry, Harry, I’m not gay – I’m not fucking you. Want me to see if any of the Seventh Years want to ‘relieve stress’?” Ron stroked Harry’s cheek as he spoke; Harry turned his head and kissed Ron’s palm. He didn’t want a bunch of 17 year olds fucking him, not when he didn’t know them at least.

“No…go ask the twins and Lee if they want to have some fun.” Harry rolled onto his back; his knees were probably bruised for nothing. Ron quickly left to go find his brothers and their best friend while Neville fled to the bathroom. Harry gripped himself, his hips jerking involuntarily. He brought himself off disgustingly quickly, only feeling mildly surprised when his erection didn’t vanish and he still wanted someone to fuck him.

The door opened again revealing three Weasley brothers.

“Ron told us about your horrible affliction. Sadly, Lee was too busy fingering some Ravenclaw tart to help you out, but here we are!” Harry was picked off the ground and pushed onto his bed. Ron enlarged his bed without being asked and went to go shower. Harry waved a hand and his bed curtains were whipped closed, with another wave silencing charms were erected.

“Was Lee really fingering some girl?” Harry asked as he helped Fred and George out of their clothes.

“Yeah, but that’s not the reason we didn’t let Ron ask him if he wanted to join. We just don’t like to share you with anyone other than Draco.” Fred said. Harry wasn’t quite sure what to call the relationship between the twins, Draco, and him. The twins and Draco were all aware that Harry spread his legs for all three of them pretty evenly. None of them were really lovers, per say, but none of them were one-night stands either. Harry went to Draco if he wanted to talk Politics or Philosophy; he went to Draco if he wanted to be fucked in the dark against a dungeon wall. He went to Draco if he wanted to be bent over a desk in an abandoned classroom and fingered, then fucked until he came, only to come screaming a second time as Draco just thrust harder. He went to Fred and George if he wanted sex over the summer, if he wanted to be double penetrated or suck cock while another rams inside him. He went to Fred and George if he wanted to ride cock or role-play or suck cock before class. He shared his kinks pretty evenly between the three, so he wasn’t sure what to call the semi-complicated relationships.

“So, even with this lust potion in you, you had to jerk off?” George asked cheekily. One of the twins started to stroke his cock. Harry whimpered before gathering enough of his senses to respond to the question.

“Yes, it was kind of pathetic. Seamus has a wonderfully sized cock, but doesn’t know how to use it. Dean can’t give head to save his life – he was worried I’d accidentally chock him apparently, from having Seamus thrusting into me, which is ridiculous because Seamus wasn’t thrusting that hard sadly. Neville clearly hasn’t had sex before, which I feel kinda bad about – his first sexual encounter was essentially an orgy. And Ron, well, Ron’s cock is good to suck on, much like a dildo.”

Fred licked Harry’s cock teasingly and Harry responded as if he had been deep throated. George chuckled. Fred wrapped his lips around Harry’s cock and sucked. Harry arched his back, mindless, at the wonderful sensation. Fred’s fingers gripped his hips almost painfully to hold him down.

“So, how do you want to play this? Rough or soft?” George asked, straddling Harry’s shoulders. Harry licked his lips, trying to think through the pleasure of Fred’s mouth on him.

“I already had soft…and clearly I wasn’t too happy with it.” Harry said, unconsciously using what Draco called his ‘come fuck me’ voice. George grinned like a Cheshire cat and Harry opened his mouth a bit in an O.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth like you like to be fucked and you better hope I don’t feel any of your teeth…” He trailed off threateningly and Harry felt giddy. The idea of George fucking his mouth turned him on even when not drugged, the idea of it in his drugged state made him want to giggle or something.

And then George shoved his cock into Harry’s mouth and Harry moaned, unconsciously spreading his legs as best he could. Fred sucked harder in retaliation and Harry relaxed his jaw and let George fuck his mouth. George gripped his hair and forced his head to bob, which Harry did obediently, looking up at him.

Fred worked a spit slicked finger into Harry’s entrance, making Harry desperately want to move his hips, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved one of his hands from the bed sheets to run his fingers through Fred’s hair. Fred hummed around Harry’s cock, which made Harry’s blood sing.

George changed his angle and thrust in deeper, so the tip of his head was almost touching the back of Harry’s throat. Harry moved his other hand to trail his fingers up George’s spine. He groaned around George’s cock.

Fred had three fingers buried inside Harry when George grabbed Harry’s questing hand. Harry watched as George kissed his palm, licking up the fingers before sucking on them. Harry came into Fred’s mouth, driving himself down on Fred’s fingers.

Another wave of desire crashed down on him. He bobbed his head more enthusiastically to George’s increasingly erratic thrusts. With a visceral moan, George came down Harry’s throat.

“Fred, how many fingers do you have up Harry’s ass?” George asked his brother, pulling his dick out of Harry’s mouth. Harry released it with a wet smack, licking his lips when he could.

“Four.” To stress his point, Fred thrust the four fingers he had inside Harry deeper. Harry arched his back with a drawn out moan. George chuckled as he moved to sit next to Harry.

“I think Harry wants to be fucked, brother dear.” George said wickedly, winking at his brother.

“I’d be happy to…once Harry tells me what he wants.” Fred gave Harry’s cock a teasing lick.

“Fred, fuck me! Please, I’ve been dying for it for hours! Please!” Harry knew he sounded like a whore, desperate and pleading for sex. But, as he figured it, he was so it made sense he sounded like one.

Fred positioned himself and Harry found himself shaking with anticipation – finally, someone with a good sized cock that not only wanted to fuck him, but knew how he liked it! Fred pushed himself in, slowly inch by inch. Harry tilted his hips to meet him, throwing his head back with a breathless sigh. Fred moved in slowly because it was the only time he was slow, it made it sweeter somehow. Once fully seated in Harry he pulled Harry’s legs so they were draped over his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him gently. Fred sunk deeper as he was opened more from the movement.

“Fred, fuck him.” George panted and Harry moaned in agreement. Fred grinned and quickly moved his hips, driving himself deep into Harry at a quick rate.

“YES! Been wanting this for hours! More!” Harry screamed, absolutely ecstatic that someone was finally fucking him correctly, not any of that half assed beginners stuff. He was only half aware that he had planted his palms flat against his headboard to keep him in place as Fred ruthlessly used his body for pleasure.

“So tight, Harry. You’re so…”Fred said through gritted teeth. George leaned towards Fred to share a quick kiss. Another wave of desire crashed against him and he arched again, coming with a soundless scream. He still loved feeling Fred thrusting into him and upon looking down saw he was still hard.

“Well, that’s good, looks like I can still fuck you once Fred finishes.” George licked Harry’s cheek. Fred thrust a few more times and then came, bruising Harry’s hips no doubt.

“George…” Harry moaned, wanting to tell him something as Fred slipped out of him. “Let me ride you.” Harry blurted out, 90% sure that was what he was going to say. Fred groaned and George grinned widely, obviously all for that idea. He hauled Harry up onto his lap.

“You like this don’t you? Riding cock when your cum is still cooling on your stomach.” George whispered in Harry’s ear, thrusting up into Harry. Harry’s hole greedily sucked George’s cock in and Harry moaned as he eased himself down.

He rolled his hips, getting a thrill when George moaned lowly in his ear. He raised himself up and slammed back down, repeating the action once he breathed a few more times. His ears started to ring and his body seemed to move on its own, moving quickly over George. In-between the renewed burning pleasure and the urgent need to be fucked like a common whore, Harry realized that the lust potion must be wearing off, thus the renewed urgency.

“Please…I can’t.” Harry whimpered. He wondered where Fred had gotten to, but quickly put it from his mind as George pushed him back down onto the bed. George thrust into him with renewed vigor, connecting the dots as Harry must have.

“Harry, be a good little whore and come screaming, back arched and legs spread, ok?” Fred’s mischievous voice sounded near his ear. Harry nodded frantically, not wanting the pleasure to end, but also desperately wanting the near torture to stop. George grunted and came, hips working erratically.

Fire spread inside Harry, making Harry moan and thrash; it reached a pinnacle, and Harry arched his back, almost breaking something, and came screaming. He blacked out momentarily.

When he came to, Fred was petting his hair and George was cuddled against his side.

“Well, that was fun.” Fred said mildly. Harry ached all over but he felt happy enough to agree.

“I grabbed one of Hermione’s school uniforms…I don’t suppose either of you would be interested in a bit of role-play tomorrow, would you?”