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Adult ++
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14,620
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18
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Chapter 31: Harry's Perspective
Why Harry was so...bold...is explained here; we go back to the end of Chapter 6 (GoF).
“Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?” said Fred.
“That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!” said Percy, going very red in the face. “It was nothing personal!”
“It was,” Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. “We sent it.”
Harry laughed aloud, but in fear quieted down; however, Percy was already far gone, and he let out another laugh.
“C’mon mate, we should probably get ready for bed,” Ron said, motioning towards the upstairs.
“We’ll join you in about an hour...we’ve got some shit to test,” Fred said, winking at Harry...
He can’t possibly think we’re going to ... well, we did talk ... Harry thought to himself as he grew hard.
The two raced up the stairs, Ron’s added height from the summer giving him the edge to win; he leaped onto his bed, face first, and snuggled in.
“Need a wank?” Harry asked, slowly undressing.
“Nah,” Ron said, still face down in a pillow. “I was with my girlfriend earlier,”
STARTING HARRY`S POV
“What?” I asked, feeling my erection wilting, “you have a girlfriend?”
“Yep,” Ron smiled gingerly, “two weeks!”
Call me flabbergasted...I was in shock! Surely, Ron would have told me by owl that he had ... gotten lucky; I know I would, if Ron approved of her...or him. I was now clad only in my boxers, soft as the day I was born.
“You two...fucked?”
“Good god, no,” Ron said, taken aback. His cheeks flushed red as he flipped over on his bed, staring at me. He slowly pulled off his jeans, then his shirt, and...was that hair beneath his belly button? I only had a bit of hair down there, but it looked like Ron had suddenly grown a lot more...eww. “But she is hot, and I think I wacked off four times after we made out.”
“You made out?” I asked, still kind of in disbelief. I threw myself onto my bed, wrapped the covers around me, and prayed for a quick death...I felt so fucking awkward. My summer was one of chores and being shut in the house; I hadn’t done anything I suppose ‘normal’ teenagers were doing.
“Yeah...first time,” he laughed, “and it was good,”
Hmm...they only kissed, and yet he got stiff for four jerk offs? That is impressive. I wonder if Draco’s a good kisser –
NO! I must not think about kissing Draco, er, Malfoy.
Must not want to kiss Malfoy. I must
<>
remain strong, resolute, hard
<>
willed, and be steadfast. I need a girl
<>
so that I can also get some action. She needs to be
<>
hot, so that I can compete with Ron, willing to make out, a challenge
<>
for me to come
<>
to understand.
SHUT UP, inner voice!
“I don’t think I could get hard for anything right now,” Ron added after a moment’s silence, “but if you need to do it, I can get the lights,”
“Nah, should be fine,” I lied; images of Draco suddenly swarmed my head, and my dick went from flaccid to firm in 4 seconds.
“Suit yourself. Night!”
“I should have a shower though,” I suddenly piped up, “I haven’t had one in a couple days,”
“Yeah, you do kinda stink,” Ron nodded. I grabbed a towel from the nearby dresser and meandered over to the shower, doing my best to keep my erection out of Ron’s line of sight. Once in the bathroom, I pulled off my oppressive pyjamas and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock.
Unfortunately, the water took forever to get hot, so I stood before the large mirror in the room and examined myself.
Yep, there was a small patch of hair growing above my cock, though my balls were still clean. It was good too – I had the misfortune of being shipped someone’s gay porn magazine, and all the hairy men had made me want to puke. How did women ever get passed the hair?
Quidditch had certainly done its job over the past few years; where once I was a scrawny boy of no great athletic capability, I was now somewhat physically fit. Biceps from constantly gripping a broom had made an impressive appearance, and had firmed my pecs and triceps. My quads had definitely gotten their workout, wrapped around the broomstick, and I could see the faintest whisper of a barely existing six pack begin to form. Feeling slightly kinky, I traced from my left shoulder down to the brown nub of a nipple, playing with it momentarily before sliding it down to my belly button, feeling over my smooth stomach, before reaching down and yanking my cock again.
Having grown half an inch, I was feeling rather good about my prospects for finding someone...if the physical mattered at all...hell, if a guy (good looking, mind you) were to run up in the showers and say “let’s do it,” I think I’d say yes. Would I, when I was younger? Probably not. Weird how that works.
Finally, the water was warm, and I stepped in the shower. Days of grime washed off me, and my erection throbbed harder. Putting on the shampoo, I closed my eyes...and suddenly, in my imagination, there stood Malfoy...
Draco
He was hard as I, a bit shorter, and not marred by any hair save for that atop his head. His head was cocked to one side, and his hands were behind his back, as if he was presenting himself to me. I was more than ready to take him.
Finishing up with the shampoo, I opened my eyes and reached around for the soap, lathering up my body. Using it to lube up my cock, I began fisting myself furiously, not caring that I was making soft moans of pure pleasure. Closing my eyes again, Draco was now right in front of me, just barely letting the tips of our cocks touch one another.
I was unable to control myself, and so I reached out, wrapped my hands around his back, and pulled him in for a kiss. Perhaps I was so horny that even kissing would get me off, or I was jealous of Ron – either way, imagining our lips touching felt so goddamned good that I came instantly. I opened my eyes just in time to see me shoot a stream of cum straight onto the back wall of the shower. It mixed with the condensation as I sat down on the warmed tiles, and flowed down around my feet.
I sat in the shower for several minutes, panting in the afterglow of orgasm, wishing that I had Draco there beside me...to hold me...to kiss me...to...
love me?
What happens when they go back to school? Wink!
“Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?” said Fred.
“That was a sample of fertiliser from Norway!” said Percy, going very red in the face. “It was nothing personal!”
“It was,” Fred whispered to Harry, as they got up from the table. “We sent it.”
Harry laughed aloud, but in fear quieted down; however, Percy was already far gone, and he let out another laugh.
“C’mon mate, we should probably get ready for bed,” Ron said, motioning towards the upstairs.
“We’ll join you in about an hour...we’ve got some shit to test,” Fred said, winking at Harry...
He can’t possibly think we’re going to ... well, we did talk ... Harry thought to himself as he grew hard.
The two raced up the stairs, Ron’s added height from the summer giving him the edge to win; he leaped onto his bed, face first, and snuggled in.
“Need a wank?” Harry asked, slowly undressing.
“Nah,” Ron said, still face down in a pillow. “I was with my girlfriend earlier,”
STARTING HARRY`S POV
“What?” I asked, feeling my erection wilting, “you have a girlfriend?”
“Yep,” Ron smiled gingerly, “two weeks!”
Call me flabbergasted...I was in shock! Surely, Ron would have told me by owl that he had ... gotten lucky; I know I would, if Ron approved of her...or him. I was now clad only in my boxers, soft as the day I was born.
“You two...fucked?”
“Good god, no,” Ron said, taken aback. His cheeks flushed red as he flipped over on his bed, staring at me. He slowly pulled off his jeans, then his shirt, and...was that hair beneath his belly button? I only had a bit of hair down there, but it looked like Ron had suddenly grown a lot more...eww. “But she is hot, and I think I wacked off four times after we made out.”
“You made out?” I asked, still kind of in disbelief. I threw myself onto my bed, wrapped the covers around me, and prayed for a quick death...I felt so fucking awkward. My summer was one of chores and being shut in the house; I hadn’t done anything I suppose ‘normal’ teenagers were doing.
“Yeah...first time,” he laughed, “and it was good,”
Hmm...they only kissed, and yet he got stiff for four jerk offs? That is impressive. I wonder if Draco’s a good kisser –
NO! I must not think about kissing Draco, er, Malfoy.
Must not want to kiss Malfoy. I must
<
remain strong, resolute, hard
<
willed, and be steadfast. I need a girl
<
so that I can also get some action. She needs to be
<>
hot, so that I can compete with Ron, willing to make out, a challenge
<
for me to come
<
to understand.
SHUT UP, inner voice!
“I don’t think I could get hard for anything right now,” Ron added after a moment’s silence, “but if you need to do it, I can get the lights,”
“Nah, should be fine,” I lied; images of Draco suddenly swarmed my head, and my dick went from flaccid to firm in 4 seconds.
“Suit yourself. Night!”
“I should have a shower though,” I suddenly piped up, “I haven’t had one in a couple days,”
“Yeah, you do kinda stink,” Ron nodded. I grabbed a towel from the nearby dresser and meandered over to the shower, doing my best to keep my erection out of Ron’s line of sight. Once in the bathroom, I pulled off my oppressive pyjamas and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock.
Unfortunately, the water took forever to get hot, so I stood before the large mirror in the room and examined myself.
Yep, there was a small patch of hair growing above my cock, though my balls were still clean. It was good too – I had the misfortune of being shipped someone’s gay porn magazine, and all the hairy men had made me want to puke. How did women ever get passed the hair?
Quidditch had certainly done its job over the past few years; where once I was a scrawny boy of no great athletic capability, I was now somewhat physically fit. Biceps from constantly gripping a broom had made an impressive appearance, and had firmed my pecs and triceps. My quads had definitely gotten their workout, wrapped around the broomstick, and I could see the faintest whisper of a barely existing six pack begin to form. Feeling slightly kinky, I traced from my left shoulder down to the brown nub of a nipple, playing with it momentarily before sliding it down to my belly button, feeling over my smooth stomach, before reaching down and yanking my cock again.
Having grown half an inch, I was feeling rather good about my prospects for finding someone...if the physical mattered at all...hell, if a guy (good looking, mind you) were to run up in the showers and say “let’s do it,” I think I’d say yes. Would I, when I was younger? Probably not. Weird how that works.
Finally, the water was warm, and I stepped in the shower. Days of grime washed off me, and my erection throbbed harder. Putting on the shampoo, I closed my eyes...and suddenly, in my imagination, there stood Malfoy...
Draco
He was hard as I, a bit shorter, and not marred by any hair save for that atop his head. His head was cocked to one side, and his hands were behind his back, as if he was presenting himself to me. I was more than ready to take him.
Finishing up with the shampoo, I opened my eyes and reached around for the soap, lathering up my body. Using it to lube up my cock, I began fisting myself furiously, not caring that I was making soft moans of pure pleasure. Closing my eyes again, Draco was now right in front of me, just barely letting the tips of our cocks touch one another.
I was unable to control myself, and so I reached out, wrapped my hands around his back, and pulled him in for a kiss. Perhaps I was so horny that even kissing would get me off, or I was jealous of Ron – either way, imagining our lips touching felt so goddamned good that I came instantly. I opened my eyes just in time to see me shoot a stream of cum straight onto the back wall of the shower. It mixed with the condensation as I sat down on the warmed tiles, and flowed down around my feet.
I sat in the shower for several minutes, panting in the afterglow of orgasm, wishing that I had Draco there beside me...to hold me...to kiss me...to...
love me?
What happens when they go back to school? Wink!