Bed Buddies

Harry Potter and his best friend Ron Weasley lay as still as could be in their beds. They knew Mrs. Weasley was lurking outside, ready to crack down on any talking she heard after the information they had garnered from the Order just minutes ago.

After several minutes of quiet footsteps outside their bedroom door, Ron and Harry dared to breath. "Well mate, what do you think the 'weapon' they were talking about is?" Ron asked the dark haired boy in the bed next to him.

"I don't really know. And shouldn't we listen to your mum and go to bed?" he asked, rolling over in the darkness.

"Yeah, I suppose...." Ron said, not the least bit tired.

Truth be told, Harry wasn't tired either. He just wanted to jack off. Since for the past several days at the Dursleys, Harry had been in such a sour mood, moping around, he hadn't jaced off in days and was looking forward to letting out some of his frustration on his sex organ.

Harry waited for what seemed like hours before Ron appeared to be asleep. He made to go close his hangings, but these beds didn't seem to have any. He would have to be extra careful now. Harry had known he was gay ever since he had sex with Oliver Wood in his third year. But no one else was aware of this. He had been masturbating to Ron for months now and didn't think Ron would be too chuffed if he knew.

He pulled his sheets off quietly and as silent as could be, yanked off his shirt and pajama bottoms. Through the thin material of his boxers, he rubbed his cock to get it a bit stimulated for the coming activities. He ran his fingers across his small chest, muscled from years of Quidditch. Tangling his fingers in the growing treasure trail he had, he pulled off his boxers with difficulty, his penis had gotten so erect that they were straining dangrously in his underwear.

With his last hindrance off, he hurridly spat into his palm and lubed up manhood. He had a small bottle of lube but it was somewhere in his trunk and he was too damn horny to go look for it. But as he stroked his eight-inch wonder, he realized spit alone wouldn't work, so Harry climbed out of bed and began rummaging in his trunk. Pulling out his wand, he muttered "Lumos", to aide his search.

Ron however, was not still sleeping. He had awoken when Harry first spat into his palm, the noise stirring him to wakefulness. He gazed, bleary-eyed towards Harry's bed and from the faint light of the wand, he could identify Harry, leaning over his trunk, naked! His hairy balls and puckered asshole loomed in front of Ron's face.

After living all his life with five brothers, Ron had learned to strip silently. In moments he was naked and slowly eased his way out of bed. Pulling his flaccid cock a few times, he brought it to it's full ten inches. Smearing his precum across his purple head, he pressed forward into Harry's crevice.

The Boy Who Lived started at the feeling in his buttocks and hurridly turned around, dislodging Ron's cock and leaving it swaying slowly back and forth. He was speechless. Standing naked in front of his best friend, both harder then a rock and eying each other hopefully. Harry's expression slowly faded from shocked and confused to excitement as Ron gestured to his bed and sat down on the edge.

As Ron sat slowly on the bed, he rolled over so he could lie down more comfortably. In doing so, he exposed his ginger-haired asscheeks to Harry. Harry, horny as could be, would not put up with teasing so he leapt upon his best friend with gusto.

Ron grinned widely as he felt Harry jump on top of him. He snaked his hand between them and rubbed their swollen cockheads together, using their assorted precum as lube. Stroking quickly, Ron ilicted several moans from Harry. At this point he realized they might get even louder in the time to come to he grabbed Harry's wand and put a Silencing Charm on the door.

Harry didn't even notice Ron casting a spell with his wand. He was too busy caressing Ron's chest to care. But after several seconds of that he realized that was too tame for the soon-to-be prefect and he clamped down on Ron's nipples like a vice. Ron would have scream in mixed pleasure and pain but luckily Harry had dove down onto Ron's face and began biting and licking anywhere he could reach.

Because of Harry's sudden onslaught, Ron released the two leaking cocks and grabbed Harry's ass with both hands, rubbing sensuously. They continued this for a few minutes, then Harry had the bright idea to shift around, just enough to where his monster dick was in Ron's face, smearing precum across it. As Ron practically swallowed Harry's teenage package, Harry turned to face Ron's cock. He blew cold air lightly across the tip, seeing it shudder of its own accord. It was surrounded by freckles and course red hair. At first he tried to do as Ron was, and shove the whole thing in his mouth. But to no avail, Ron's penis was too long. Harry should have expected it, since it was just like Ron, long and lanky.

Harry decided that the head was good enough. He feircly suckled the head, like some sort of lollypop while he massaged Ron's rod and balls with his hands. Ron on the other hand, deep throated Harry every thrust. After the first several times his gag reflex just turned off and Ron was able to rub Harry's head against his tonsils each time.

Since Harry was hitting the back of Ron's throat each thrust, he came first, pouring his juices down Ron's willing throat. He continued bucking though, even as his dick softened because he wanted to see his best friend to completion. Pulling Ron out of his mouth, he rubbed his shaft furiously, and in a matter of seconds Ron exploded on Harry's face in a series of groans and pants.

Harry turned back around and using the boy's combined spit, precum, and cum that had accumulated on their stomachs, slid up to Ron's face and lay his head in the crook of his neck where he fell asleep almost instantly. Ron managed to pull a blanket over the two of them and they drifted into slumber for the night.