Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Starting as the game begins...nearing the middle of Chapter 11 (PS).


“Mount your brooms, please.”

Harry clambered on to his Nimbus Two Thousand.

Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.

Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.

While all the experienced players (meaning everyone except Harry) took off and quickly flew to their positions, Harry found himself shakily experimenting in the air. With one quick movement, he suddenly lurched off to the left, and found himself flying straight near one of the stands. Screams suddenly filled the air as the broom came very close to one person, before Harry regained control and then zoomed back to the pitch.

Unknown to him, he had flown right over Draco Malfoy and his goons, shocking them each in his own way. Crabbe was scared of getting hit by the tip of the broom, Goyle feared Harry falling atop him, and Malfoy found himself erect, again. As Harry had flown by, Draco had stared up at the perfect moment to see that, under his robes, Potter had worn tight white underwear that perfectly outlined his little cock.

Now, his pants were uncomfortably tight, and Draco felt sure that he would never live it down if he didn’t get away until the erection died; the last thing that he wanted was for any Slytherin to know that Harry Potter could cause this much of reaction to Draco.

Excusing himself while doing his best to hunch over, Draco quickly left the row and ran down the flight of stairs the lead away from the rafters. He jumped the last few steps and landed on the ground, beginning a steady run to the castle. There was no way that he could possibly see the rest of the game, knowing that Harry was playing dressed like that.

As he ran, a curious thing began to happen. Every time he lunged forwards, his cock would ram up against the fabric of his pants and roll his foreskin back ever so slightly. The first time it happened, Draco was so overwhelmed by pleasure that he tripped and almost fell over. He did not know why this made him feel so good, but he knew that he had to try it in the privacy of his dorm.

It took him only a few moments to get inside the castle, and a few more to find his way down to the dungeons. After aggravatingly mumbling the password to the stone wall that protected the dormitories, he ran inside and was quite relieved to find it empty. Slowing his pace, he swiftly strode over to the first year rooms, walked to his bed, and stared around; Good, no one’s here.

He began to strip, first taking off his heavy outer wear before coming down to his silk undershirt and too-small y-fronts. Without fear, he yanked off the shirt, but he felt incredibly guilty when he slipped his fingers under the cloth.

Slowly, he felt his way down the hairless skin to the very hard piece of flesh that had dismissed him from the game. Though he had held it millions of times before to piss, this experience made it feel knew and foreign. It didn’t feel like it was his, and this slightly disturbed Draco.

Inhaling deeply, he summoned his courage and pulled them down. He hissed as his freed cock interacted with the open air, and then he sighed in relief. After kicking away his underwear, he jumped onto his bed, atop his covers, and stared down his body with a kinky sense of adventure.

Both his hands were currently at his sides, just waiting for the order. The hard-on to end all hard-ons had not diminished at all, and to his delight, it seemed bigger than ever before. Must be at least three inches...must measure it when I get a chance, he thought to himself.

After a moment’s hesitation, he put his right hand around his cock, and pulled down; instantly, a wave of pleasure that began at his cock flowed through his body, up to his head and down to his toes. Unconsciously, he arched his back up, thrusting into the air; Draco’s breathing began to quicken as he stroked it again, and then again.

As his right hand pumped, he used his left hand to play with his foreskin a bit, pulling it down or holding it up; however, after a bit of working with it, it began to feel dry and chafed. Using the only lube he had available, he brought his hand up to his mouth, spat on it, and then returned it to his cock. His pleasure increased tenfold, and he had to close his eyes in order to handle the sheer bliss. He kept going as it kept feeling better, faster and faster, using more and more lube.

Suddenly, before his closed eyes came the vision of Potter’s underwear once again, and Draco let out a loud moan. He began to imagine Harry in the very room, right beside him, in nothing but that underwear. The Golden Boy, the Boy Who Lived, the Boy Who Had Turned Down A Malfoy, was suddenly provoking in Draco the best feeling of his life.

In his mind, Draco imagined slowly pulling down Harry’s shorts, freeing a cock that was just like Draco’s...he thought about what it would look like compared to his. He had never seen another cock in his life, and he thought that Harry’s would most likely be just as beautiful as his own.

Draco imagined putting his hand around Harry’s own erection (for he was certain that he could do to Potter what Potter was doing to him). He pulled down on the hard boyhood, and then...

With no warning, Draco’s excitement grew exponentially, and he found himself thrusting harder and harder into the air before he suddenly hit a peak of pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked at his cock as he pumped faster and faster, and then he shouted out “Fuck, Potter, fuck!”

From his very hard dick came a little bead of white liquid, and then suddenly the pleasure diminished greatly. Draco sat up and watched his penis slowly melt back to its pre-game form, and looked inquisitively at the whiteness that was just above his belly button. He dipped his finger in it, and brought it closer to look at; it wasn’t piss, and it wasn’t pus – he had no clue what it was. Feeling slightly kinky, he licked it; he immediately regretted the idea, though, because it tasted horribly salty.

He spat it out onto the bed, and stood up again. Hearing the door to the dormitory open once again, at rapid speed he gathered his clothes and dressed faster than ever before. He was just pulling on his robes as Crabbe burst in, inquiring about his health.

Draco smiled; he had felt better than he had ever felt in his whole life, and it was his little secret.

* Please R/R*