Surfing [T. W.]

Jimmy was up, bright and sparkly, listening to the dawn chorus. The others heard it once he had shaken them awake and they had removed the silencing charms. All five of them took a shower together as there was enough room and plenty of jets. Draco nudged Harry when he saw Jimmy staring at the length of the elfin appendages.



“Hard, they almost reach their chins,” whispered Draco, when Jimmy was caught clocking the flesh.



“Do you want a demonstration?” Phealey placed his hand on Pullet’s prick.



“Later perhaps, but I shouldn’t get worked-up this early, or I’ll have no energy left. Thank you for offering.” Jimmy winked at the elves.



“Yes I suppose you’re right, sorry Sweetie.” Phealey gave Pullet a quick kiss.



Breakfast over; being Sunday they went to church. At the end of the service, John took them into the Lady Chapel:



“I feel that you need a special blessing, My Boys. The Spirit tells me you have a special task to perform.”



“Is this more of your old ways, Draco and Harry?”



“No Jimmy. I get prompts from the Spirit and try to follow them.”



“Thanks, John. Your blessing would be most welcome.”



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Jimmy had a dilapidated looking sand buggy which he brought round to Magnet Cottage for them to load the tent on the back. They had decided to make a quick start and get a couple of hours riding before stopping for lunch. Once the tent was secured on the back of the buggy, Harry kick-started the bike and, with Draco holding on for dear life, the trio started to make their way out of the village, waving to various well wishers as they left. Luckily for Draco, Hagrid had let Harry drive the bike occasionally. So after a few preliminary wobbles the dark haired Blake regained the knack; his partner still clung tightly, for which action Harry was secretly pleased.



By the time they reached the seaside camping place the fair-haired Blake was no longer pretending to be fearful of falling off, and both of them managed to have enough aplomb to appear as seasoned bikers; a good thing too because there were quite a few be-leathered kindred spirits wandering around the camp site. Jimmy fitted in as well, for there were at least half a dozen beach-buggies in sight.



The Site Owner was one such leather-clad specimen, with a shiny hat, a jet black moustache and a chatty gravely voice.



“Oh yes – I was wondering if you’d be here soon,” he said, when they presented the pre-paid voucher.



As they walked, Gordon chatted: “I’ve had to fight off a few buddies who wanted your site. There were a couple of queens asking about you too, looking for fresh meat no doubt. Still, they looked clean enough; if you’re into that kind of thing.”



‘I bet that’s Mackenzie and his mate.’



“Mainly we prefer our own company, thanks; but there were a couple of dearies who promised us food if ever we got really hard-up. Maybe it was them. Perhaps you’d know if our mate Chris has arrived yet, auburn haired git, posh accent, but bloody marvellous on a board.”



“There was a bloke called Chris here but he moved on nearly two weeks ago; not sure where he went. Got pally with some real tough ones, got a feeling they’re into really nasty things. I wouldn’t recommend them at all. That camouflage group of tents over there – your site’s well away from them … Here it is. The water tap’s there.” Gordon pointed: “The amenity block over there. The chippy van calls at seven each evening, but if you’re after the pub, the nearest one’s along the cliff path, ten minutes away. If you get too pissed please come back by the road. We had a bloke fall of and bash his head in a bit ago, that was soon after that Chris guy left, it was very messy.”



‘Probably the guy whose juices I analysed.’



“The rozzers picked up the remains from the beach,” Gordon continued. “They asked some questions but got few answers, most of our clientele steer clear of the law. Right! I’ll leave you to set up. Someone else is just arriving.”



The site overlooked the beach and had low scrubby bushes scattered around it; they helped to provide some privacy between the tents. Their pitch was fairly secluded and had a view of the surfers below. Draco went to inspect one of the bushes.



“Don’t fall into it, Harry. The yellow flowers look pretty but the thorns are inches long.”



“Of gorse I’ll be careful.”



“Okay, okay, I get the point.”



“Stop pratting about and help me with this thing.” Jimmy was grinning at them. “You’ll need to use your skills carefully so’s no one can see how we erect the tent.”



‘Pop, pop.’ Phealey and Pullet appeared from out of the undergrowth and Jimmy jumped nearly reaching for his gun.



“We’ve put up a glamour so no one can see what’s happening.” Phealey giggled at Jimmy’s reaction. “You all took your time.”



“Yes … Well … We stopped off for a pub lunch. Then hung around whilst Draco summoned his soberness potion.” Harry looked at his partner and chuckled. “You see - my good pal here had some slight difficulty in pronouncing the summoning charm.”



Draco looked peeved, but Harry and Jimmy rolled round in mirth.



It only took a minute to erect the tent, but the elves let the glamour slowly melt away, so as not to attract too much attention.



However, once visible again, the human trio clad in tight leathers attracted some very appreciative stares.



As before, the humans felt gritty so they took a shower, discussing what to do next. When they emerged they found that Phil and Paul had raided the chippy van, and a feast of fish and chips waited; steaming in their wrappings on the table.



“Do we eat the food with out fingers?” asked Harry, winking at Jimmy



“You can! I prefer a knife and fork. Thank you very much.” Draco conjured up sets of the said implements and replaced the paper with plates. “We may be uncivilised louts out there, but inside we ought to try to keep some standards at least.” Then he picked up a chip, popped it in his mouth and licked his fingers, smirking at the quartet.



After the meal Draco pulled a face when he was told it was his turn to wash up.



“You made the cutlery and plates appear; we were quite happy with fingers.” Harry retorted smugly.



Jimmy did the drying up, just to take the sting out of Harry’s words. Harry used the opportunity to do some writing.



Afterwards, as it was still warm, the trio donned Speedos and went for a dip. It became more of a social gathering as various buddies greeted them. Casually they inquired about Chris and the body, but go no further news than that that Gordon had already disclosed.



The Blakes were pleased that Jimmy was known to some of their buddies, wondering why they had not met him before.



‘At least he has some skill, I was wondering if we might have to teach him.’



The same type of thinking was occurring in Jimmy’s brain, too.



After their delayed dip they walked back up the cliff path dripping, giggling and joking. Various sets of eyes had admired the talent on show and their tent had been left undisturbed. Jimmy closed their tent fastenings; the trio quickly made their images and then moved to a sofa, only to find two elves sitting on the other one. Liqueurs and hot chocolate sealed the day, even if their conversation came up with no real plans for the morrow.



On retiring the Blakes managed a lascivious show for anyone who might be peeping into their tent, or listening outside. Next; they and Jimmy watched two very turned-on elves give an equivalent display. Nothing disturbed their dreams that night apart from Jimmy’s initial gasping enjoyment.



§§§§§§



All five of them woke early, acknowledging each other, but remained in bed with the pairs cuddling.



“They wouldn’t expect lazy surfers to be up at the crack of dawn, would they?” Draco voiced everyone’s unspoken thoughts.



For half and hour they lay there, listening to the plash of the surf. Then the temptation to ride got the better of the humans, low cut tight trunks on, boards in hand, three fit men went down to the beach.



Whilst occasionally catching a wave themselves, each person kept a careful eye on who was watching their counterparts. There was definitely some clocking going on, so Jimmy used a very small camera to take pictures of the most smitten. Harry and Draco casually introduced Jimmy to a number of beach buddy friends whom they knew and he reciprocated, the trio organising a barbecue party nearly fifty strong for the evening.



Back at the tent, they thought that someone had looked round, but it could have easily been the recent stiff onshore breeze disturbing the flaps. The elves had been out too and agreed with the trio’s assumption.



The barbecue was a success, drawing in some more buddies who were not known to either the Blakes, Jimmy or their friends, not that there was any trouble. Despite the plentiful supply of tins of beer our three managed to appear drunker than they really were. They kept their wits about them in case anything new came to light about Chris or his abductors.



After midnight, sitting in the domicile, Jimmy reported a couple of patted bums, and Draco had had his package squeezed. They teased Harry about not being sexy enough; so he resolved quietly to find one of his leather thongs to wear on the beach the next day.



§§§§§§



“Bloody Hell, Harry; I wouldn’t dare to wear one of those,” remarked Jimmy in the morning.



“Your monster would take a little more hiding, I must admit.”



“Come off it; we’re much the same size. Are you sure it’ll stay in.”



“From the back I can almost see it winking at me.” Draco rubbed his lover’s lower cheeks, inserting a finger to prove his point.



Harry jumped and then pretended to pout: “Well … You all said I wasn’t sexy enough, last night.”



“Blatant, is the word that fits you best now, Partner. Still, if you want to try it out I’m not stopping you. It might just work; I’m beginning to grow hard just looking at you.”



“Mmm … So am I,” agreed Jimmy.



Harry, on a board, riding his wave drew many stares.



Sometime during the afternoon he hit a bad one and wiped out. As he rose out of the water a number of beefy blokes surrounded him.



“You’re looking for action, Buddy?” one of them asked.



“That depends.” Harry answered back, looking to see where his mates were.



“I think we’ll see if the goods are worth it, first.”



His thong was pulled down, and a thick finger inserted into his rosebud. Harry jerked forward and another hand caught his prick. The probing finger found what it was looking for and tickled Harry’s fancy. Harry felt his cock thicken in response, not helped by another hand kneading his balls. His assailants were professionals, the insides of his thighs were caressed, his nipples pinched and played with. So, naturally, his thick nine inches quickly displayed itself proudly, rapidly growing crimson at its end. The inside finger did its work well; giving Harry voluptuous feelings. Outside, a pair of fingers caressed the erogenous edges of his erection. Harry gasped; preparing for the sexy summation.



‘Get ready to Apparate to the front of the tent.’



Harry had great difficulty concentrating, away from his libido fed desires.



‘Now.’



An enormous wave hit the group and in the watery confusion Harry managed to Disapparate. As Harry landed, he ran into the tent and lay down. The others followed and the elves removed the images to make the tent look empty.



Inside the domicile, Harry whipped off his thong, lay on the couch and gasped: “Draco … Please … Finish … Me off.”



Draco looked at the purpling monster displayed, lust overcoming any qualms he might have had about finishing off other people’s business. He tuned into his lover’s feelings, gripping the polar base and tickling its upper reaches. Draco was less brutal; being able to keep Harry on the boil for some time. The naked Blake squirmed and humped in flushed excitement as his glans edges were stroked; quivering his way to a final fleshly fulfilment.



Before Draco could start to remonstrate, Harry had his mate’s zip open and was sucking on a fair-skinned eager lollipop. Harry concentrated, trying to give Draco the best head he had experienced for some time. Jimmy sat on the end of the sofa watching and rubbing his bulge, so Draco freed the Muggle intumescence and placed his lips where they would give the most relief. Finally sated, the trio lay together on one of the sofas.



As they were recuperating the alarm went off for the main tent. The Elves brought out the crystal ball and five sets of eyes peered into it to see who was there.



Two of Harry’s assailants were turning over the bedding.



“I reckon he’s hiding in the bushes somewhere; I’m still sore where his board caught me on the head”



“Me too, Liam; we’re better off than the others, they swallowed half the ocean.”



“Do we wait for him, Calum?”



“Nah! No point. We know where he sleeps. Anyway we need to see if the fair one is game too.”



“That other one caught my eye. Perhaps we could garner all three of them?”



“Let’s have a shufty nearby, and see if they’re hiding anywhere.”



“If they’re like him they’ve got big stakes. I bet they’re fucking each other so they’ll just be wide enough for old Noah to have fun without splitting them open.”



“I like it when they scream as he fucks them.”



“I like their eyes when they hold it first time. I get hot watching such a small piece of flesh grow into the mighty monster so they have to use both hands.”



“They have to have the stuff first; otherwise they wouldn’t go near such an ugly brute.”



“Come on, none of ’em will ever come back if we hang around too long.”



The two bully-boys wandered off; peering between bushes. Phealey popped out into a bushy hidey-hole cum observation post. He soon returned confirming that the nasty pair came from the rough ones’ tents.



“Who’s this Noah with the colossal cock?” asked Jimmy.



“Did you see the pictures of the body?”



“Yes! Nasty way to die. What’s that got to do with it?”



“More magical education coming up.” This time it was Harry who explained about mythical/magical creatures.



“So you think that this Noah might be a troll. How big are they?” Jimmy looked bewildered.



Harry told him about encountering the troll at Hogwarts. “… But we didn’t have time or the inclination to see how well endowed he was. Bloody big bogies, though,” he finished.



“Size for size, a Troll’s poker’s going to be two foot long and as thick as our thighs,” mused Jimmy, aloud.



“Probably not quite as big; the elves have bigger ones, in proportion, so a big being may compensate in the opposite way.”



“That’s just supposition, Draco.”



“Stay there and talk of other things. We’ll pop off and raid the restricted section of Hogwarts library, there’s bound to be something there;” so saying the elves Disapparated.



“If the bully-boys are our lead then we’ve got to follow it.”



“I agree, Jimmy. However we can’t appear too eager either. I suspect they’re into abduction and rape. This is where my Slytherin slyness needs to be exercised.”



That led into a discussion about Hogwarts and the house system and the supposed attributes. When that finished the elves re-appeared with ‘Dr. Feathergrew’s Comparative Attributes of Species’.



“No wonder it’s in the restricted section. It’s a regular brown-paper wrapper job. The author must have been a dirty old man.” Draco was drooling over the images.



“Sorry to disappoint you, but she was a spinster – or so it says in the introduction; she probably panted after what she had never had,”



“Never mind – look at the size of that one.”



“Draco, we’re supposed to be researching about trolls, not scanning the pages looking for the biggest ones.”



“Yes I know, but … this one’s a corkscrew. I bet that hurts.”



Draco was sitting with the book on his knee and a rapidly increasing bulge. Harry’s hand landed on it and squeezed hard.



“Ouch! What’s that for?”



“The pressure will increase until you use the index and find the page we need. You may think it’s a wanking book, but we need to find out what the size is and think how to deal with it if one of us is impaled.”



“Yes, but Lover, just look … Eek … All right I’ll use the index. Please relax you gri-i-i-ip.”



The page they needed was quickly found; Harry relaxed his hold as they stared at the text.



‘The penis of the average troll is about two inches when un-aroused.’ They read. ‘During initial arousal this grows to approximately eight inches and the true reverse wedge shape will begin to be apparent. Once inserted the glans expands radically sometimes reaching twelve inches in diameter, although nine inches is more usual. As well as swelling sideways the penis lengthens, on average to approximately eighteen inches. The usual reciprocal action takes place between both partners. On nearing delivery the female birth passage needs to be widened just before labour so she emits a special scent which inflames her mate to make further advances. This scent seems to increase the length and girth of the male’s organ, although no clinical investigation has been allowed at such an intimate part of a pair’s involvement. No doubt, in the future, more information will come to light.



There were some diagrams and illustrations to accompany the text.



“No wonder that poor guy was split open. Oh Merlin … I hope they don’t give me to him.”



“Do you remember that laxative charm Poppy taught us, Draco?”



“You mean the one that dumps everything on the ground immediately?”



“Yes! It relaxes the bowels and sphincter muscles completely. I think I’d use that if I were caught.”



“Mmm … It’d probably work too.”



Jimmy was looking worried.



“We’d cast it on you too, Jimmy, if we were in the vicinity. Having your entire guts evacuate on your feet is a nasty business, but much preferable to being split wide open.”



“I think you’ve managed to put me off being fucked for life.” Jimmy was decidedly uneasy. “I’ve lost any randy feelings I had from looking at the earlier illustrations.”



Both pairs agreed with Jimmy’s sentiments, retiring to bed for kisses and comforting cuddles.