Whore For Harry

Harry dreamt of Stuart that night ... Pounding into Stuart on a red velvet bed ... Humping him eagerly in the shower ... The dream became more abstract. Suddenly Hermione burst in asking if he'd finished with his mushrooms ... but still he and Stuart were connected, still he was inside him ... and what a nice dream it was...

Suddenly, there was a crack of thunder and Harry woke up with a start. Damn! It had been a hot dream. About he and Stuart. He could vaguely remember Hermione being in there somewhere. Something about mushrooms. Harry was almost about to lie down to sleep again when he felt the erection that was standing to attention. Harry pulled down his pyjama-bottoms quietly, and gently stroked his meaty cock.

He couldn't get into it. It wasn't real. His thoughts flickered to Stuart, asleep in his bed. Harry grinned to himself, and carefully pushed his large erection back into his pyjamas. He peered out of the curtains of his bed. It was three in the morning. Pale beams of moonlight were shining down from the window. He stood up quietly, praying the none of his peers would wake up.

He tip-toed cautiously across the dormitory floor, his erection forming a tent in his pyjamas. He crept over to Stuart's bed, and then glanced at Ron, who was falling off his bed in a sleeping tangle. Harry felt some affection to Ron. He'd helped so much with everything, but Harry had left him behind now. Sighing, Harry pulled back the curtain to Stuart's bed and crept inside.

Stuart looked beautiful when he was asleep. His thick, dark hair in a mess over his face; his pale skin; his perfect red lips; his smoth, defined muscles; his firm thighs. Harry began to rub underneath Stuart's thighs. Stuart was still asleep. Harry briefly thought about waking him, but decided against it. This would be funner. Harry glided his nimbled fingers down Stuart's legs, brushing against his cloth-covered groin. Harry thought he heard Stuart groan in his sleep. Yes, thought Harry, this would definitely be fun...

Harry carefully pulled down Stuart's pyjamas, and turned him over gradually onto his side. Harry placed his right hand on Stuart's thigh, and the other around his neck. He knew this would hurt Stuart, but the thought of it turned him on so much ... He pushed had, bucking his hips, and his cock hit into Stuart's asshole, slipping tightly inside. Harry let out a silent groan at the tightness of it.

Stuart woke with a start, and yelled in pain. Harry quickly grabbed his mouth to stop him speaking. Stuart realised it was Harry and relaxed, but still whimpered in pain as Harry began to push his thick cock into his tight, dry arse, tears spilling out of his eyes. Harry heard Ron jump out of bed, and froze. If Ron found them like this, then he'd never talk to Harry again. Ron was upset because Hermone kiss Krum, so what would he be like if he found Harry fucking another boy?

"Stuart? Are you all right? i heard you shout." Ron murmured, so as not to wake Neville, Seamus and Dean.

Stuart glanced at Harry. Harry nodded slowly. Stuart understood, and called out, "I'm ... I'm OK Ron. I ... I just had a ... a nightmare."

Harry gently began to fuck Stuart again, his right hand pumping on his lover's cock. Stuart tried not to moan as Ron continued questioning him through the curtain.

"Do you want a drink or anything? Maybe it's just settling in, you know?

Harry was pumping in and out harder now, trying not to groan in pleasure. His sculpted legs were tangled in the bedsheets and he pushed his large cock inside Stuart.

"No... Ron, I'm fine," Stuart said, trying his hardest not to moan out loud. His hands were pushed back around Harry's thighs, urging him with their pressure to fuck him harder.

"OK," Ron said plainly. "I just thought it might be Harry. He always used to have bad dreams, I remember back in our fifth year..."

"Look, I need to go to sleep," Stuart interruped sharply. "Good night Ron."

Ron was obviously quite annoyed at Stuart's tone, as he did not return the formality, and instead flung himself back onto his bed, and slammed the curtains shut.

Harry licked Stuart's ear as he fucked him, his hand pumping Stuart's cock widly. It was so tight, and so dry ... the pleasure was amazing. Harry continued ramming in and out, and Stuart was biting his lip to stop from shouting in pleasure. Harry felt the familiar tingling, the electric sensation that meant he was cumming. He rammed his cock hard in once more, so hard Stuart yelped in pain. Harry clamped his hand back over Stuart's mouth and came, gasping for breath as he did so. Jet after jet of hot, creamy sperm shot out of him, and Harry pumped ever more frantically on Stuart's cock as he wanked him. Stuart came quickly, and Harry massaged it into his skin.

Harry lay back on the bed, breathing deeply. Stuart gazed at him for a few seconds, and then they kissed.

"You know that that counts as rape, don't you?" Stuart whispered.

"Maybe." Harry replied, and they kissed again.

Harry moved out of the bed, and blew his lover a kiss, before collapsing asleep on his bed.

I will write the threesome soon! I promise! Bear with me, guys. I haven't had much chance to write anything. So apologies if this isn't as good as the others.