Hit The Showers

"And Gryfindor wins!" Lee Jordans magically magnified voice echoed throughout the stadium, mixed with deafening cheers and cries from a crowd clad in red and gold.

Harry flew downwards, towards his team, still holding onto the Snitch he had captured to win the game. There, the seven members of the Quidditch team hugged one another, fifty feet above the gound in a frenzy of unbridled joy. The cup was theirs after years of trying.

Oliver, tears running down his face, grabbed Harry to him, seemingly unable to word his appreciations of the boy. Harry's cheeks were subjected to Alicia, Katie, and Angelina, who each kissed him several times. And Fred and George thumped his back in congratulations with their bats, cheering in triumph.

Upon reaching the ground, they were mobbed by a veritable riot of ecstatic fans, all screaming and cheering for their team. Harry was sucked right into the middle of it. He felt himself being jerked backwards, and struggled momentarily before realizing it was Ron and Hermione. They both hugged him tight and congratulated him heartily.

"You did it Harry! You did it!" Hermione cried, taking off her red and gold scarf in the summer heat.

After several more minutes of congratulating, the Gryfindor team walked to the changing rooms as one, still talking quickly and excitedly about the match. Even once the girls left for their respective side of the changing room, Harry, the twins, and Oliver continued their tirade.

"Did you see Hufflepuff's lead Chaser? Williams or something like that. But did you see him drop the Quaffle and Alicia recover it? Brilliant!" Fred excalimed as he toed off his shoes.

"Oh yeah! And what about Diggory tripping when he dismounted after the game? Hilarious!" Geourge responded with a raucous laugh.

"And you guys too. I have never seen this team play better! Seriously. Especially with our Seeker not in the Hospital Wing this time." Oliver added with a smirk at Harry.

Harry peered over his collar, as he had been about to pull his uniform up over his head. Stopping, and grinning, he came in towards the three older boys and high-fived them all. He felt a bit left out though, since he had been searching for the Snitch the entire game, he hadn't had much time to watch Hufflepuff foul up.

But he lost his train of thought when George leapt up on Oliver's back and began cheering, while Fred whipped them with his towel. Since they were already undressed, George grabbed his towel and chased Fred into the steaming showers, where they became to blurs of orange hair. But Harry had changed with them after every game so it was no big deal.

But then he glanced over at Oliver, who surprisingly was still there. Normally he retreated into his office after the game to formulate a plan for the next game. But now there was no next game for him, so he was just enjoying the afternoon with his team. Oliver too was undressed though, holding a towel in front of him, as he rummaged for something in his locker. The towel blocked everything on Oliver from his lower stomach to the knees, Harry noticed. But not his muscular chest with hair beginning to grow across it.

It had never occured to Harry, but Oliver was a man. A seventeen year old man, with chest hair, who would be leaving Hogwarts soon. He had known Oliver for the past three years, his captain, and never realized it.

"Anything wrong Harry?" Oliver said, turning and heading for the showers. Harry still had his uniform on, while the rest were nude and ready to shower.

"Wha- No." Harry replied and pulled off his uniform, then walked across the room and grabbed a towel.

"Alright then" Oliver said in his deep Scottich drawl and turned around to walk into the showers. As he did so, his hairy ass was exposed to Harry as he watched. Bubble in shape and covered in small, light brown hairs, giving way to a central crack that housed the young man's cherry.

Harry began to feel a strange feeling. He glanced down at his cock and realized his thirteen year old penis was hoisting itself up to its full seven inches. Hurridly blocking it, he made for his locker, to hide his erection from the other boys. Seeing as they were all in the showers with the water roaring over them, Harry didn't have to be so careful. But he looked over his shoulder for good measure, and no one in sight. Harry stepped forward, so his dick was practically in his locker, spat in his hand, and lubed up his stiff penis.

Up and down, up and down, Harry's hand travelled across his swollen head. Reaching down with one hand, he cupped his balls, slightly coated in thin, black hair. Threading one testicle through his fingers and flicking his cockhead with his other hand, Harry moaned softly. Dropping his towel he sped up, with full strokes, from his developing pubes to his head, with only one person in mind.

"Olll-i-verrrr" he moaned as quietly as he could, reaching completion. Harry pressed his forehead against the locker above his, the cold metal soothing his hot skin, as he wiped his drops of cum off the inside of his locker.

In the showers, Oliver stood under a torrent of hot water, letting it wash over his sweaty physique. He had been in the showers for almost twenty minutes now, so he had already soaped down long ago. Fred and George had left several minutes earlier, through the back door, eager to get to the common room for the party they knew awaited them. He thought about them, the girls, and Harry.... The best team a captain could want. And how much he would miss them, since he was leaving Hogwarts in less then a month.

Suddenly Oliver realized Harry wasn't in the showers. Nor had he been at all. Stepping carefully, as not to slip on the wet floor, Oliver walked through the steam and shower heads gushing out water. He peered into the row of lockers, just in time to hear the young black-haired boy moan something that sounded very close to his name. Oliver blushed a bit, realizing what Harry had been doing, as his arm stopped pumping and the moaning disapated.

Oliver quickly returned to his showerhead, acting as though he hadn't seen that. He knew Harry would be entering the showers soon, he just didn't know how to act now. He couldn't deny that the third year was good looking. And extremely fit. And had more muscles then most the boys in his year had.... Oliver then realized he had the same problem Harry had had before. His once flaccid cock was rapidly rising to its regular ten inches, and Oliver didn't know what to do.

Oliver had just grabbed his dick when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around only to see Harry showering three showers over, just rinsing the soap off his pale chest. Oliver watched as Harry turned, and then stared, realizing his masturbatory subject was feet away, naked and hard. But when he realized Oliver noticed him staring, he quickly turned, Oliver able to see the redness of his cheeks from where he stood.

Oliver realized that if he wanted anything to happen, he would have to start it. So, closing the gap between the two, Oliver stepped across the showerheads until he was next to Harry. He noticed Harry was already hard again, Harry trying to cover it but was only succeeding in making Oliver harder.

"I see you have having trouble there." Oliver said to the younger boy, who was blushing even more.

Harry stood there, looking at the ground, seemingly unable to voice his thoughts, until... "Uh... Yea- Yes. A little." he looked up, only coming to about Oliver's shoulder,"I can see you are too." he added, smiling cheekily.

Oliver smirked, obviously his Seeker wasn't as innocent as he had thought previously. "So I will take that as you do want some help with that?" He didn't wait for a reply, reaching down and grabbing the third year's glistening cock, receiving a startled moan from it's owner. Harry must not have expected such a fast move.

He has grabbed Harry's cock at the base, slowing bringing it across the swollen member, occasionally squeezing harder in some places. Oliver brought his other hand from rubbing his own hard on to rubbing Harry's wet body. He first cupped Harry's slightly haired ass, toying with the crack and lightly flicking the low hanging ballsac from behind. He then sensually rubbed Harry's thighs, thick from straddling a broomstick for three years. He then traced his way up the boy's back, and brought his hand around to his chest, rubbing his cock the whole time. Oliver glided across the pale boy's chest, pausing to pinch his nipples and rub his abdomen, surprised at the muscles contained there. He finished with a surprising move, or at least surprising to Harry. Oliver took his large hand and as he carressed Harry's muscular arm, he grabbed it around the wrist and acted as though he was jacking it off, in the same rhythm as he rubbed Harry's cock, ilicting many moans from the teen.

But Oliver didn't want Harry to blow his load already. So he removed his hands from Harry, receiving a bit of a peeved glance from the black haired boy.

"Oh, don't worry, we aren't over yet." Oliver said, winking.

Harry just stood there, slightly akward, naked in front of his captain. He turned his back for a moment, thinking he heard a noise. He was temporarily startled when Oliver tapped his shoulder, leading him downwards. Once they were both sprawled on the wet shower floor, Oliver shifted his body so his face was right in front of his Seeker's pulsating dick. Coincidentally, that left his long, hairy penis just inches from Harry's face.

Oliver immediatly englufed the rod that was in front of him, his nose tickled by the sparse covering of pubes surrounding the base. Harry gasped at the strange sensation in his nether reigons, moaning at the warmth that was flooding through him, through Olivers mouth and the hot water still cascading upon the both of them.

But as Oliver tongued his rod, Harry was unsure how to begin, having never done this before. He tentatively licked the bright head of Oliver's shaft, noting the slightly salty taste. At this, Oliver shuddered slightly, pushing his cock towards Harry a bit more. Harry took his hand and wrapped it around Oliver's thick manhood, his slender fingers like ice on Oliver's warm muscle.

He slowly slid his mouth down the thick length, gagging when only halfway down. But he could feel Oliver's nose brushing against his pubes so he was determined to do the same. So Harry continued going down on Oliver, continued gagging, but wouldn't stop. After several minutes of almost choking, Harry's gag reflex seemed to relent and Harry shoved Oliver's ten inches down his throat, sniffing in the musty scent of the base of Oliver's cock.

Upon feeling his head brush Harry's throat repeatedly, Oliver began madly humped Harry's mouth. Harry, eyes wide, starled by the sudden onslaught just held tight and continued licking and sucking like a pro. But Oliver began thrusting too quickly for Harry, so he reached his arms up and clamped on to Oliver's thick, hairy thighs, which turned Oliver on even more.

Oliver continued his mad thrusting and sucking of Harry's rock hard dick. But then he began moaning loudly, shaking slightly, as he poured his salty sweet cum down Harry's mouth. Oliver began pulling out as Harry spluttered and coughed, his throat overloaded with cock and cum. Harry sat up, his dick still in Oliver mouth, and looked at Oliver, eyes shut in ectasty.

They lay there like that for several minutes, then Harry started to rise.

Oliver somehow clicked his tongue around Harry's softening dick. "Stay down. I am not through with you." he said with his eyes still closed. "Lay down."

Harry acquiested and laid down, shivering despite the warm waters flowing across the floor. Oliver pulled Harry out of him and used what was left of his spit and precum to bring Harry to his full hardness again. Then he crawled on top of Harry, the boy's eyes bulging. Oliver planted his lips slowly on the pair in front of him. He waited for Harry to part his, and when he did, their tongues met in a clash of control. Oliver toyed with Harry's tongue for a bit, tasting himself in the boy's oral cavity, but finally overtook Harry in a fierce kiss.

Oliver pulled apart with a light smack heard, which left Harry panting and harder then before. Oliver, slick from the water pouring out of the showerheads, slid easily down Harry's lithe body, stopping when he reached his erect cock. With one hand, he rubbed Harry's chest and nipples, and with the other he pumped the erect shaft in front of him, as he took the two orbs of manjuice into his mouth. He heard Harry moaning above him so he knew he was succeeding in his endeavor. Oliver licked up Harry's sac and onto his cock, still slick from before, and suckled the head of his rod, savoring the saltiness of his precum.

Out of nowhere, Oliver began sucking harshly, bobbing his head and knocking his throat against Harry's head. Harry began to thrust slightly into his mouth but Oliver brought up his hand from Harry's balls and held him down. Oliver was in control. Suddenly, Harry began bucking and kicking. Orgasm was upon him. Oliver sucked steadily and milked Harry down his throat, licking his lips after it was through.

Oliver again crawled the length of Harry's body, laying beside him as the steam and water continued to rain down upon them. With one hand he tilted Harry's face towards his own and kissed him lightly on the mouth, sending some of Harry's own cum into his mouth. And like that they lay, for several more hours, until they realized they would be missed at the party in the commonplace room.