Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

We resume at the very end of Chapter 5 (of the Prisoner of Azkaban).


Through the portrait hole and across the common room, the girls and boys divided towards their separate staircases. Harry climbed the spiral stairs with no thought in his head except how glad he was to be back. They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds and Harry, looking around, felt he was home at last.

Harry was just about to drift off when his closed curtains were suddenly pulled back, and Ron jumped in. “Wanna get off tonight?” he asked with a really big smile.

“I’m kind of tired,” Harry said; he was still kind of hung up on his Dementor experience, and he hadn’t really been up to doing much of anything for the rest of the day.

“It’ll be fun!” Ron winked.
“What if someone hears us?” Harry asked, trying to get out of it.

“Silencio will work just fine...you know that,” Ron’s voice now carried a hint of disappointment.

Harry didn’t say anything; he was starting to get aroused, and he knew that he’d get more sleep by relieving himself now instead of ignoring it all night. As best as he could, without alerting Ron, he removed all his clothing under his covers. He then flung his covers up and they landed on Ron’s head, blinding him. Harry then pounced forward, toppling Ron over, and rubbed his erection against the covers.

“Fuck you!” Ron laughed as he finally regained his strength, and pushed Harry back. He quickly pulled off his pyjamas, and within minutes, the two were jerking off.

“She was so hot, eh?” Ron said as he increased his tempo.

“Which one?” Harry asked, leaning back casually.

“The centrefold, remember?”

“Ooohhh yeah...”

Suddenly, the curtains were drawn back and Seamus pokes his head in. He was rather groggy, so he began slowly,

“Guys...it’s late...what are you...holy fuck!”

Ron quickly covered himself with his pyjama pants, and Harry just hid his cock behind his hands.

Seamus’ mouth dropped, and his dick rose.

“Mind if I join in, mates?” Seamus asked after a moment’s hesitation. He didn’t know where this sudden bravery had come from – he had wanked with other guys before, but never with the famous Harry Potter.

Ron looked at Harry, and Harry, Ron. After a moment of talking by gaze, Harry nodded and Ron said “C’mon in!”

“Sweet,” Seamus grinned. Knowing that Dean and Neville were asleep, he stripped and then jumped up onto the bed.

Harry was mesmerized...he had seen his own cock and Ron’s ... but no one else’s. Well, he had seen Oliver's, but that didn't really count...that was just once, and Harry had been more focused on wanking instead of looking at another boy's cock. Now, he was staring at Seamus’ dick, licking his lips unconsciously. The cock was slightly longer than either his or Ron’s, but his balls were just like his.

After a moment of settling himself, Seamus began stroking himself. “We wanking to anything in particular tonight, lads?”

“We were talking about a Playwizard model...” Ron said, doing his best to keep his eyes on the bed posts and not on either of his friends.

“But I haven’t really unpacked yet, so the magazine isn’t out yet,” he said, thrusting out slightly and moving his hand down further, nearer the base of his cock.

Seamus couldn’t give a damn about Playwizard...he was now fixated on Harry’s cock...so pure, so hard, and just beautiful. This fuelled a bit of bravado, and Seamus suddenly piped up,

“Can I show you guys a technique?”

The other two were confused...they knew plenty of techniques already. However, they were game, so they stopped stroking so as to watch.

“Well,” Seamus coughed lightly, “I need to demonstrate it more than show it,” he looked at Harry, who nodded in confusion.

With lightning speed, Seamus’ hand reached out and grabbed Harry’s cock, except that the fist was upside down, so that the thumb could stroke the balls. The foreign hand stroked once, and Harry came with a violent spray; some of his cum splashed on Seamus’ chest, and then rolled down his stomach. Seamus gave a laugh as he became impossibly harder.

When he did the same to Ron, it took a little bit more effort than expected, but Seamus quickly got Ron off too. The cum didn’t spray as far, but a lot landed on Harry’s sheets.

“Alrighty,” Seamus said, surveying Harry and Ron as they lay there, oozing sex and eroticism as they exposed themselves to the boy. Seamus, using them as material, came quickly; as a more experienced wizard, he had much more to provide...he managed to get Harry back as some cum landed on Harry’s thigh.

“That was bloody awesome,” Harry laughed, feeling the cum on his body begin to cool, “but I need to rest,”

“Agreed,” Seamus said out of habit, though he wished he could go again. He opened the curtains, gathered his things, and then went to his own bed. Shutting his curtains, he cast silencio and then wanked off yet again to the two hot boys he had just been with.

Ron was more sluggish, but cast a cleaning spell before leaving Harry. He just plopped into bed and fell asleep.

Harry couldn’t give a damn about staying awake anymore...with a final sigh, he passed out, completely nude, with the sheets beneath him.

When Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story.



Not too much, but I liked it! What’d you think?