Toppers Wallow

Harry and Billy awoke mid morning, still facing their new partner in closely entwined arms. The goo had set between them and pulled hairs as they moved apart. Pert pricks showed willingness for more, glowing pink in their eagerness. Trapped lower arms told a different tale as the pins and needles of returning circulation advised caution. The shower was full of dripping sleeping bag, so a resolution to use the pool was adopted. As Harry had hoped, the rain overnight had lifted the water level almost as far as the top of the overflow. The water was cool and refreshing, helping eager tools to loose some of their urgency. In turn, each young man stood on the steps whilst the other young man soaped him all over, paying particular attention to the attractive bits. Enjoyment there was, but no squirting fruition.



“I’m sorry Billy, but we forgot to switch the dryer on last night. I’ll go and do it now.”



“Thanks Harry, that means I’ll have to work in the nude until my things are dry.”



“Ooh how nice. You could borrow a pair of my shorts if you wanted to. However, I’ll not put anything on either, and then we’ll both be equal.”



“It’s warm enough, and I shall be inside, besides, your promise of being equally nude has some interesting possibilities.”



“Even outside in the garden wouldn’t matter; we’re very well screened from prying eyes. We’d better disentangle your tent after breakfast. I hope there isn’t too much damage. Then again, maybe I hope there is, because it will mean you sharing my bed again.”



“Damaged or not. I’d love to take you up on your offer, if you’ll have me?”



“Have you? You bet! I’m already getting excited about the thought even now.”



“Yes, I can see you are.”



“Well, you’re rising to the occasion too.”



“I think breakfast and your tent are the first priorities. Afterwards, perhaps?”



“Okay, fry-up or cereals?”



“Cereals, it’s already getting hot again.”



Breakfast over; they rigged some of the moveable scaffolding tower beneath the tree. It took longer to assemble and disassemble the tower than it did to disentangle the tent. On inspection, one eyehole had been torn out, but no other damage was to be seen.



“Billy, if you carry on painting, I’ll dry your stuff. I’m hopeless with a brush; I seem to get more on me that on the wall.”



“Are you sure?”



“Yes. I have nothing really planned apart from relaxing, so that can wait. I’ll enjoy the sun and your things will dry quite quickly.” Harry was really wondering when he could get the wards made. He felt doubly vulnerable, being au nature and without magical protection.



Harry set about sorting Billy’s wet clothing. He rigged a couple of clotheslines, and soon had a row of fluttering garments. He also had a hard-on because, every time he pegged out a pair of briefs or trousers, he imagined the parts of Billy that would normally be enclosed therein. While Billy was inside Harry felt confident enough to use his spells to dry and press Billy’s clothes, occasionally using Reparo to sew up minor rents or replace missing buttons.



Harry had never come across paper overalls before, and Billy had quite a stock of them. Once Harry had worked out exactly what the pile of mush was supposed to be, he carefully laid the garments on the lawn. They were in a terrible state so Harry dried and repaired those as best he could. He also used Reparo on the tent’s eyehole making it look as good as new. Then he had second thoughts and added some totally unnecessary stitching, to disguise the whole canvas beneath.



After making some coffee, Harry wandered via the dining area into the sitting area, pulling one of the dining chairs with him. He sat and admired Billy’s body and his deft handiwork with the wallpaper, before handing him a coffee.



Billy remarked, “I’ll soon have this finished; then the carpet covers can come off. It was silly putting the carpet down first, but the fitter had other places to go to and wouldn’t be free until the middle of September. Still, I haven’t splashed much, and wallpapering makes even less mess. I reckon that if we have a late lunch, your ‘L’ shaped living area will be ready for use. If you like I’ll help you unwrap the furniture and set it out after our meal.”



“Yes please, that’d be great. What other jobs have you to do?”



“At least couple of days painting on the outside plus the two guest rooms, not that I can get into those until the plumber’s finished. After the painting, I’ll lay the floor tiles in those bathrooms so by the end of the coming week plus some overtime I should be finished.”



“Will that overtime be during the weekend?”



“Well, the boss seemed to think it was possible. I understand you have a fixed date penalty clause contract, and he’s beginning to see his profits disappearing.”



“That was my Uncle Vernon for you; he knows what he’s doing when contracts are concerned.”



“That’s the nasty one who brought you up, isn’t it?”



“The very same. Once I was of age, his legal guardianship ceased. We both were agreed to separate, so he pulled a few strings to get my cottage ready to move into.”



“Hence the contract ... Mmm ... He did well for you. ”



“I’m looking forward to the whole week now, and another weekend with you for company. I think I’ll have to employ you as an odd-job man; then I can have you when ever I want you.”



“Careful Harry, I’m not an expensive whore, you know.”



“No! No! I didn’t mean it that way. Just wishing there was more time than just the nine days, that’s all.”



“Even if I did stay, you’d still have to go back to college in September.



“I could come back at weekends.”



“What? All the way from Scotland? We’d have less than a day together and most of that would be sleeping.”



“We’d have much longer than that. It wouldn’t take so long to get here” … Harry trailed off, remembering Billy was a Muggle and wouldn’t understand Apparating.



“Oh! Really! Private helicopter then? You must be rolling in it. Is that what the cleared round space is for at the bottom of the hollow? It doesn’t look big enough.



It was Harry’s Apparating Area, where he hoped to put up special wards.



“Well, it needs some work on it yet.” Harry grabbed the lifeline offered.



Billy returned to paperhanging, wondering exactly how rich Harry was, and why he wanted such a bijou residence. Harry checked the drying clothes and canvas then went down to the Apparating area to set up the wards there. He was well away from the house screened from it by the trees, so Billy could not see the magic. Whilst he was down there it started to cloud over, and grew slightly chillier. Coming back to the cottage he made sandwiches ready for lunch.



“I’m getting cold, Billy I’m going upstairs to put on a tee shirt and jeans. Can I bring you something?”



“Thanks. A set of overalls would be nice.”



“Okay, they’re dry. Be down in a minute or two.”



Harry brought one of the folded overalls down and gave them to Billy.



“Thanks Mate.” While he was putting on the overalls Billy asked, “Err … Harry?”



“Yes Billy?”



“Is this a pair of your overalls?”



“No! I don’t have any. Why do you ask?”



“Well mine are all paper; this is a cloth one, although the fastenings look the same.”



“Oh dear! They were in such a mess, I tried to remake them.”



“How do you remake paper into cloth Harry?”



Harry went very red. “Um … Ah … Um … Well you see” …



“Yes?”



“Let’s sit down and start on the sandwiches. Shall we?”



“Okay, but you haven’t answered my question.”



“You must promise me that you won’t ever tell anyone else. Please?”



“You sound very serious. It can’t be all that bad … Well; I’ve managed to keep my sexuality secret from my workmates. That’s another reason why I use my tent a lot … Are you hiding out from someone? Yes … I’ll keep your secret.”



“In a way I am hiding out, but not as you imagine. I take it you’ve heard about magic?”



“Like, on the stage?”



“No! Real magic! You know; wizards and witches.”



“That’s just fairy stories. Isn’t it?”



Billy looked at Harry’s worried and serious face, starting to revise his last question.



“What for real? … Not a story? … Nah! … You can’t be. You’re just pulling my leg.”



“I’m not having you on. It’s true … I’d never seen paper overalls before; they were a mushy pile once they’d become wet, so I remade them for you. I supposed they were cloth, so that’s how they came out.



“Wow! … Nah! … Please tell me you’re joking. That’s impossible.”



“I’m deadly serious. Some things are impossible, but changing paper into cloth is a relatively simple transformation charm. Not that I knew I was doing it, really.”



“Simple, you say. I’ve heard of mobs setting fire to witches long ago, though I suppose you’re a wizard. No wonder you’re hiding out in a quiet country cottage. I think I would, too, in your shoes.”



“It’s not from mobs, Billy, but from the adherents of a particularly evil wizard who killed my parents. He then set fire to this cottage to hide his crime. My mother made a love charm, which protected me at my uncle’s house until I came of age. That wizard tried to kill me; that’s how I got this scar. I managed to kill him in a battle recently, but now all his supporters are after me.”



Harry pulled his fringe away and showed Billy the mark on his forehead.



“Does it hurt?”



“Only when that baddie was near. You see, the remains of his admirers won’t think of looking for me here to begin with, so I have time to set up the wards.”



“What are wards, Harry?”



“Spells to protect the cottage and its grounds. They’ll repel any magical attack and warn me if a witch or wizard approaches. I was going to wait until you’d finished painting, but now you know I shall start this afternoon. I must say that I was getting worried about not having any security.”



“So that broom in your bedroom is for you to ride. I thought it didn’t look as though it had been used for sweeping. It explains your owl too, I suppose. I thought it was an odd sort of pet.”



“Hedwig, my original owl, was killed in a fight. Erwin is now my postman to other magical friends; they have their own owls to send letters to me. I shall have to use my broomstick to set the wards as they have to cover the house and grounds except for the chimney.”



“So the smoke can get out?”



“Yes! That and other things. I must say you’re taking this very calmly.”



“Actually, I feel rather excited. A bit like when I found out you were gay and reciprocated my feelings. You are gay, aren’t you, or are all wizards like that?”



“I’m attracted to you so I suppose I must be, but most are not. My two best friends are engaged and soon to be married. They would have been here, but I could see they wanted some time together, so I didn’t bother them about it. They know where I am, so they may just pop in, you never know.”



“Err … Can I still share your bed. I mean, I won’t turn into a toad, or something, will I.”



“No! You’re quite safe in my bed. I have seen a student turned into a ferret once, he was being particularly obnoxious at the time. He’s a human being again, but we do threaten him occasionally if he gets too far out of line. It was serious at the time, but it’s more of a game now.”



“Did you use a wand?”



“No! It wasn’t me who did it. However, we do use wands to make magic, if that’s what you’re asking.”



“Yes, I suppose I was. Is that what’s so hard inside your jeans? I’ve been rubbing it gently, thinking it was something else.”



“The wand’s down the other leg. You were rubbing what you thought you were and I was enjoying it immensely. Let’s go upstairs and work on it.”



Two eager young men, having finished lunch during their conversation, climbed the stairs into Harry’s bedroom.



It may have been cooler atmospherically, but their sexual ardour more than compensated for it. Billy obviously knew what he was doing, and started to kiss his way down Harry’s torso. There was a longer pause as he reached two erect nipples, which he tongued lovingly; bringing gasps of delight from Harry. The next pause was when Billy’s tongue tickled Harry’s navel. By this time, Billy had reversed himself, thus allowing Harry to follow suit.



Whilst buried, tonguing his partner’s midriff, Billy explored Harry’s beautiful butt with his hands, tickling the crack and making Harry groan in pleasure. Moving down Billy found an exciting protuberance; it resembled a blackcurrant lollipop in hue and size, so he commenced sucking it. The flavour was quite different, being slightly musky; Harry’s reactions were of a different order. He groaned and started to pump his abdomen, pushing his cock into Billy’s mouth, Billy aided his friend’s delectation by running his tongue round the edges of Harry’s glans making the object of his affections shudder in delight.



Harry returned the compliment, sucking hard on Billy’s prick.

Once it was fully engorged, Billy squeezed its base, causing the lips of Harry\'s mushroom to open slightly; into that cavity, Billy pushed the tip of his tongue, wiggling it. This drove Harry mad, his bum squirming in sensual delight. Harry did not know whether to push forward for more, or retreat because of the extreme ache. Quivering, he sustained his position until the exploring tip was pushed out of the way by an energised gush of jism.



As it happened to one, so it happened to the other. The sweet Harry was sucking suddenly pulsed and became creamy. Harry rolled the jism round inside his mouth, testing the new flavour. It reminded him of one of ‘Bertie Bott’s every flavour sweets’; one of the flavours that he had enjoyed, but not identified before. Reverie over, Harry applied his lips and sucked every bit of the juice out of Billy’s pole.



Spent, they stroked their lover’s body whilst their emotions settled down.