The Kinkiness of Harry

Chapter Four


Harry could tell by the width and the length that someone else was behind him. Not that it mattered, just so long as someone was there. And besides, he was busy with the one in front of him, and that one’s smell was so intoxicating that he didn't care one way or the other. Harry only wished it was more than naked flesh surrounding him but he didn't know what. He had an idea, but this wasn’t that kind of club, so he just settled for this.

The three of them worked out a perfect rhythm and by the feel of it, Harry knew both of them were ready to come. That was what really excited him: The feeling of one exploding in his mouth and the other deep within his canal. The man behind him was thrusting faster and faster and Harry’s muscles clenched tightly to help him. But in an instant, the man was gone and there was no evidence of an orgasm. Perhaps this man liked to come all over one’s back. As soon as that thought entered Harry’s mind, he got his answer on why the man was gone.

A stiff leather glove was upon his leg and slid up and down it slowly. A warm sensation was felt on Harry’s cleft and entrance, followed by some sort of wetness. He removed his mouth away from the cock in front of him causing a frustrated moan from the stranger it was attached to. The Gryffindor tried to stand up straight to look over his shoulder but a strong hand held his lower back down. What came next was something Harry would remember forever.

The pair of leather gloves gently pried his arse cheeks apart and a soft tongue slowly circled his now-tight ring. (A fact that Harry didn’t realise till later.) The tip of the tongue eased into Harry’s closed entrance causing him to gasp and his legs started to tremble. It was done in such a way that could only be described as erotic. He’d had many men rim him before, but this… this was different. He couldn’t put it into words just how it was different, he was only aware that it was. Whoever was behind him released the grip on his cheeks and one hand snaked around to Harry’s pulsating cock while the other one stroked the side of his arse.

A hot sting made Harry lunge forward and his arms flailed about to grasp the legs in front of him for balance. But no one was there. The hand on his thigh caught him before he fell, and roughly pulled him back. Another slap was felt, this one harder. Harry cried out for this new stranger to stop, but the response was another smack that was harder still. Before Harry had a chance to protest on this one, his cock was gripped firmly at its base. The leather fist tightened as it rose up his shaft and stopped at the tip.

The leather thumb smeared the liquid of precome along the top and pushed Harry’s foreskin as far down as it would go. It was brought up again by the thumb and forefinger, covering his weeping glans and pinching it tight. Harry’s legs buckled and the stranger guided him onto his knees. The boy quickly stabilised himself on his hands and his back bowed. Just as another strike arrived on Harry’s arse, his cock was being pumped earnestly and the tongue plunged in and out at fast pace.

Harry was getting light-headed as three sensations attacked his body. Suddenly, a new vibration went through him; a sensation that felt like it was induced by magic. Impossible the boy thought to himself, but there was no other explanation that he could think of. But the feeling was getting stronger and his body was responding with a mind of its own. Harry began thrashing back and forth as the intensity grew. His whole body was shaking and Harry knew that any moment he was going to come violently.

And boy, did he come. The leather hand milked his dick as if it was a cow’s nipple and semen flew out like a rocket. The mouth behind him sucked on the outside ring while the hand that was spanking him, gently massaged his balls. Harry came again and again like there was no tomorrow. It flashed into Harry’s mind briefly that he was being drained of all of his sperm, but the hand slowed down as the last bit of seed finished exiting. The boy shuddered one last time before collapsing to the ground in a pool of sweat. He curled up into a foetal position, shaking as the aftershocks slowly receded.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open and he tried to focus on where the stranger would have been kneeling. Instead, there was a group of naked men staring down at him. If they thought Harry was having a heart attack, they weren’t too far off. Harry glanced around, searching for this mystery man, but there was only curious onlookers surrounding him and none of them had leather gloves on. Soon Harry was plagued with questions.

“…who was that man?”

“…do you know him?”

“.. what did he do to you?”

“… my god, that was so cool!”

“…do you share?”

“…does he have any brothers?”

Harry laid his head back down and wanted to lie there forever, hoping the man would return.


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“Harry! You came!”

Harry rolled his eyes then smiled at Ron’s choice of words.

“Of course I did, you dolt. I wouldn't have missed this for the world!”

“Where’s the champagne?” Ron whispered.

“I already snuck it in the back door and gave it to your mum.”

Ron sighed in relief.

“Where’s Hermione?”

“Harry! Good to see you! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“Yes it has, Hermione. We need to get together more often.”

“Oh, indeed. I’ve missed you,” Hermione said as she squeezed Harry tightly. “Where’s Stephan?”

“Stephan and I broke up.”

“I’m sorry, Harry. I wish you could find someone that will treat you right and get you to settle down.”

“Well, actually, he did treat me right, but…”

“Unlike some people who don’t know how,” she interrupted and shot an evil glare at Ron.

“Do you really mean that, Hermione or are you just playing with me?” Ron whispered.

“RONALD WEASLEY! Just how thick are you? Of course, I want to settle down with you!”

“Well, I wasn't ever sure if you felt that way,” Ron said shyly.

“What do I have to do for you to believe me?” Hermione shouted.

The large brood of Weasleys circled the three of them and Harry backed up to join them. Ron lowered his head and put his hands in his trouser pockets. He slowly pulled one hand out and there was a small box in it.

“By marrying me,” Ron whispered softly.

There was a deafening silence and Ron raised his head to look at Hermione for any type of a response. Her mouth was open wide and her eyes seemed to have bulged out of their sockets.

“Hermione?” Ron quietly asked.

Suddenly, Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs and threw herself at Ron, sending both of them to the floor with a thud. She continued to scream between the rough kisses that landed everywhere on the redhead’s face. The group of witnesses smiled at the two of them, then nudged each other and nodded as they left the room. All of them went outside to the large table that was covered with food.

“I think we can start without them,” Fred joked.

They all laughed and took a spot at the table. Screams were still being heard from inside the Burrow followed by what sounded like items falling over. Everyone quickly looked at Molly who only smiled and shook her head.

“They better not leave a stain on the carpet.”

“GEORGE!” everyone yelled.

And Fred laughed, “I was going to say that!”

Harry chuckled and then his mind drifted to the memory of last night and he shifted in his seat.


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