Magic of Sodom

Harry needed time alone. Everything was so busy nowadays. Between classes, Ron and Hermione, and, oh yeah, Voldemort’s random assaults on the school, there was rarely any time for himself anymore. It was on days like this that he went to the Room of Requirement.

He followed the secret passages he knew so well up to the empty hallway to find...voices. Harry hid behind a suit of armor, listening. He knew those voices, didn’t he? Yes. Harry’s heart stopped. It was Draco. But who else? Harry peered around the suit of armor. Blaise Zabini? Harry stared in disbelief. He watched as they shut the door to the Room of Requirement, hand in hand. Draco wrapped his arms around Blaise, and they kissed. Not a short, simple kiss.

Harry felt hot, really hot. He kept staring as his erection grew, aching. Blaise and Draco let go of each other, and just as they turned toward Harry, he ducked behind the armor again. He held his breath and they walked by, and watched as they left the hall.

‘What the hell was that?’ Harry thought. ‘Draco and Blaise? Gay?’ Then, Harry realized he had an erection. The thought swept across his mind, briefly, that he might be gay for enjoying what he saw, but he quickly dismissed it, and headed toward the door.

With anticipation, he gently eased the door open and entered. It was just as he liked it. A medium sized room covered in hues of red, from the ceiling to the floor. Harry sighed and shut the door. He pulled out his wand and lit a few candles on the stands. “Nox,” he muttered. The room went dim, the candlelight flickering on the walls. Harry went to the closet and slipped off his robe. Slowly, he took off his clothes. Last of all, he removed his glasses and set them on the stand next to the bed. He climbed into the warm, fluffy covers, their soft texture caressing his skin. He closed his eyes and groaned. Gently, he caressed the tip of his penis while settling further into the covers. At first, he thought of nothing, he just concentrated on his touch. While he stimulated his penis with his right hand, he roamed the rest of his body with the left. He slid it up and down his chest, feeling the curves that lined his muscles. He fondled his nipples, each in turn. A gasp escaped his throat, and he shuddered. The pleasure was intense. His thoughts began to wander. He reached under him and felt his butt. He loved its firmness and the way it filled his hand. He moaned.

His thoughts turned to Draco and Blaise. He stopped masturbating. With a grimace, he shook his head, and resumed. He settled back down into the sheets, feeling them stimulate every inch of his bare body. ‘This is absolutely wonderful,’ Harry thought. He turned over onto his stomach, feeling the pressure of the pillows on his chest, and the soft, light texture of the sheets covering his butt. Again, his thoughts turned to Draco and Blaise, how they held each other tight, so tight. Harry wanted that.

He stopped.

He dismissed the thought from his mind. Slowly, rhythmically, he began thrusting his hips into the bed, stimulating the his full shaft. His breathing became deeper. He closed his eyes, paying acute attention to the way the sheets felt as his smooth body shifted against them. Between his stomach and the sheets, he was fully aware of his penis, and the sensation began to rise in him, small at first.

He lost control of his thoughts. Draco and Blaise again. Kissing, now in bed, naked. Fondling each other. They broke apart. Draco got on his hands and knees. The sheets caressed Harry’s body. Blaise reared up behind Draco. Put his hands on Draco, holding him ready. Harry’s breathing quickened. Blaise entered Draco. Harry moaned. Blaise was fucking Draco. Harry thrust his hips. Draco was moaning. Harry grabbed the pillows. Harry was fucking Draco. Harry ground into the bed. He moaned. His body tensed. His erection pulsed. He couldn’t hold back. Harry was fucking Draco.

Harry yelled. His body convulsed as he came into the bedsheets. His whole body tingled with orgasm. “Oh, oh,” Harry choked. His muscles tensed once more. He fell into the bed. Exhausted.