Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Both boys were naked, both were horny, and both were captivated in the heat of the moment.

Harry was feeling brash, Ron was feeling excited. Harry had gone further than most boys of twelve, and Ron was a complete nubile. Harry wanted to touch Ron’s dick – to jerk him off; Ron just wanted to indulge his best friend.

“Okay...so, uh, I’ve never done this before,” Harry stammered as he slowly slid a bit further down the bed, moving his hands down the mattress, but not touching Ron. He was shaking rather violently from chills and a slight fear of rejection, but after swallowing hard he summoned up his courage to reach out and grab Ron.

Ron’s eyes were wide as Harry’s hand slowly stretched out, and when it was just inches from his rock hard member –

“Boys!” Mrs. Weasley cried out, knocking loudly on the door, startling the boys almost to tears. They jumped into action, Harry running nude around the room for their pyjamas, and Ron yanked the covers up onto the bed. At the exact second that Harry leaped into bed, Mrs. Weasley swung open the door and walked in with a tiny mattress and bedding. “Harry, I wasn’t sure if we had it or not, but here...ta da!”

“What is it?” Harry asked, trying to suppress his heart pounding a million beats a second.

“Your own bed,” Mrs. Weasley smiled, very pleased with herself.

“Thanks, mum,” Ron managed to say quickly.

“Okay, I’ll leave all the stuff here, and we’ll set it up first thing in the morning,” Mrs. Weasley said as she spun around, closing the door, and marching off to her bedroom.

“Bloody hell!” Ron let out an exasperated sigh.

“Thank god she waited,” Harry commiserated, taking a deep breath.

For a moment, both were silent, relief washing over them. However, as a result of the interruption, both had gone completely soft, and neither could really get hard again out of fear. As such, they both chose to just go to bed, and if anything, wait a while for another time and opportunity.


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Sorry for that. Continuing from Chapter 4, after the quidditch game at the Burrow. Italics denote the story from Chamber of Secrets.

Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the wizarding world that he had money; you couldn’t use Galleons, Sickles and Knuts in Muggle shops. He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didn’t think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold.

When the game finished, Fred and George opted to take a swim at the nearby pond; however, Ron and Harry were not too keen to swim in the freezing cold water. They walked back to the Burrow together, chatting about the Chudley Cannons and their recent rise to fifth in the league; neither of them spoke a word about what had transpired the night before, and to be honest, it was far from their minds.

However, when they got inside the house, they were greeted by a fleeing Ginny and a cleaning Mrs. Weasley; the latter reprimanded them for their smell, and told them to shower. The boys agreed, and raced each other up the stairs.

“Shotgun first!” Ron said as he reached the top of the stairs first, triumphantly shoving his fist in the air.

“Do you not have another shower in this ... huge house?” Harry questioned.

“Well, Fred and George have one, but something’s bound to explode if you try to use it. Percy has one, but its for his private use only. Mum and Dad have one, but it only has cold water, and they share that with Ginny,” Ron listed off the showers on his fingers.

Averting his eyes, a smirk crossed his face and Harry began slowly, “y’know, we could shower at the same time...”

“As in together?” Ron smiled back.

“Well, we’ve already seen each other naked, and we never got a chance to wank again,”

“True,”

With few jitters, the two ran to Ron’s room, stripped down to their y-fronts and, with a load of clean clothes in one arm and a towel in the other. They locked the door to the smallish room with a rather large shower, and when they once again laid eyes on each other, they found themselves to be hard again. They both yanked off their underwear, and let their constrained erections meet the cool air. Harry was almost unwilling to remove his glasses, but he knew he had to, as he did in every shower.

Ron turned on the water, and after a moment of heating up, stepped into the booth, followed shortly by Harry. Careful to keep a small distance between them, they both shared a turn at the spray, coating their sweaty dirty bodies with pristine sparkling water. The warmth felt terrific, but the feelings of relief were offset by the utter arousal that both boys were sporting. Both were timid; both were scared.

“Looks like we don’t have much shampoo,” Ron noted as he reached down, showing his ass to Harry, grabbing a plastic bottle with a clear, thick liquid. He rubbed what little there was and massaged it into his long hair. Bubbles galore foamed out, and once Ron was finished, he didn’t wash it off; instead, he had an idea. He took the foam he had and then put it on Harry’s head, rubbing it in.

At the sudden foreign touch of another person, both while in their birthday suits, Harry shuddered and closed his eyes. His body tingled and his member grew impossibly harder, begging to be touched. Once Ron was finished with his hair, he turned the spray on himself and washed himself clean, careful to avoid his erection. Harry then rinsed, and shook his hair.

“So,” Ron’s slightly lower voice whispered, “you want to start...” he swallowed “wanking?”

“Yeah,” Harry rubbed his shoulders, slowly rubbing down his slim body until he reached his hard on. He started to tug on it with his full fist, slowly at first, but within a minute, he reached a quick tempo. Ron quickly followed his best friend’s example, using a couple of fingers around the shaft.

The magic of the night before, however, was oddly missing; both Harry and Ron stared away from one another, not really meeting each other’s gaze at all. However, it didn’t take long for Harry to summon up his bravado.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking,” Harry began.

“yeah?” Ron quickly snapped his eyes to meet Harry’s, eager at the idea.

“Well, one day, we’ll grow up and marry women, and always be with women...we’ll never really ever get to ... [gulp] ... touch another guy’s...”

“cock?”

“dick.”

Ron took a step forward, took his hands away from his genitals, and (having pushed Harry’s hands away) took hold of his friend’s hard on, and pulled.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Harry let out a loud moan of pure pleasure, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes. Nothing in his whole life had ever felt so good as Ron’s firm grip jerking him off.

Ron, spurred on by Harry’s reaction, tried different techniques; he went from a fist to a couple of fingers, used his other hand to cup Harry’s hairless balls or rub his inner thigh, silently thrust his own erection into the air, as if trying to look for an invisible hand.

“Do you like this?” Ron asked quietly as he twisted the cock slightly to the right, and Harry took a deep breath in. “YES! FUCK YES!” Harry screamed, and after a second, he shot another small bead of cum into the air; he didn’t know where it went – he just cared that his best cum of his life came from his best friend.

Ron let go of Harry’s slightly wilted erection, and returned his hand to his own hard on. After Harry recollected himself, though, he pounced forward, pulled Ron’s hand off to his sides, and used both hands to grab Ron’s dick. It didn’t take much, and within seconds, Ron was spasming in climax.

The two shared a laugh as a wave of pleasure rippled through their bodies. Their erections returned to half mast, and though Harry briefly considered wanking again, a sudden tinge of guilt summoned his consciousness. It felt ... wrong to take advantage of Ron for his own pleasure, though, and this feeling cause him to step out of the shower and towel off in silence.

Ron picked up Harry’s sudden unhappiness, and slowly deflated until he was left a shuddering, cold boy, with a meagre towel around his body. The electricity had disappeared from their actions, everything was now weird and alien.

They changed and went about their afternoons separately. At night, they didn’t say a word as they remained in their own beds, and when Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday, they weren’t very talkative.

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