Privet Drive Threesome

It was early afternoon at Number 4, Privet Drive. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were out, but nineteen-year-old Dudley was home, with his friend Piers Polkiss and his cousin Harry Potter. Harry had brought a book, explaining that he had to study at least a little that weekend for his Auror exam coming up. Dudley and Piers were in the sitting room; Harry was in the dining room, reading.

And Dudley was feeling horny.

Piers would be no problem; the two of them had been fooling around for a long time. But how to get Harry to play?

“Hey,” he murmured to Piers, “watch this.”

Dudley adjusted his chair a little, shifting his position so that he was in Harry’s line of sight. His hand drifted over to his shorts and slowly, ever so slowly, began to rub the stiffening organ underneath.

It caught Harry’s attention. Though the book stayed in his hands, his gaze stayed fixed on Dudley’s package, staring at the immense bulge in the front of his cousin’s shorts.

Dudley’s hand slid easily into his waistband. He slid his shorts down just enough to expose just a little bit of his massive cock. His fingers danced across the head, playing with the slit

Harry continued to stare.

Dudley slid his shorts down halfway down his thighs. His cock was completely free now, and he begin to jerk it slowly with one hand. With the other, he beckoned Harry over.

Harry didn’t need a second invitation. He was across the room in an instant, shedding his pants as he went. He stopped in front of Dudley’s chair and raised an eyebrow, glancing at Piers as he did so.

“Maybe later,” Dudley said.

Harry nodded. As Piers stared in amazement and Dudley smirked his satisfaction, Harry dropped to his knees in front of Dudley and took Dudley into his mouth, even as his hands pulled Dudley’s shorts off and began to explore Dudley’s muscular thighs.

Piers felt his own pants becoming far too tight. He had them off in a flash, and Dudley reached for him. Piers was rather proud of his own endowment, but Dudley swallowed him without blinking, sucking greedily on Piers’ swollen member, even as Harry continued to blow Dudley.

Dudley finally let Piers out of his mouth with a loud “POP!” He pushed Harry off of his dick, stood up, and pulled off his shirt, showing off the massive chest and washboard abs that his boxing and grappling training had given him. Piers and Harry just gazed in absolute adoration as Dudley flexed for them, grinning.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he told them. “Harry, I’ve been telling Piers what a brilliant mouth you’ve got—why don’t you show him?”

Harry grinned and nodded. As Piers shed the last of his clothes (his socks), Harry bent over and began to lick and kiss Piers’ cock, and Piers felt his knees go weak. “Blimey, Dudley,” he gasped, “you weren’t kidding!”

“Nope,” Dudley smirked.

He squatted behind Harry and spread his cousin’s cheeks apart. Harry’s pink hole pulsed, opening and closing, and Dudley licked his finger and slid it across the opening, making it react even more quickly. Dudley smiled and begin to kiss and lick Harry’s cheeks, coming closer, closer……and finally brushed his tongue against Harry’s hole.

Harry almost jumped in ecstasy. He took Piers out of his mouth just long enough to glance back at Dudley. “Do it, Dudley! Get in me!”

Dudley climbed to his feet, his dick hard as a rock. He pressed the head against Harry’s opening and began to push in; Harry wiggled his ass back and forth to help it along. When Dudley was all the way, he began to thrust, slamming Harry forward with every one. Harry used that to help his rhythm with Piers, and the air was filled with wet, slapping sounds and the smell of the sweat of three young men.

Piers was loving life; Dudley could see it in the incredulous look on his face. He was enjoying himself, too; Harry was incredibly tight, and he moved amazingly well. Dudley wondered if Harry had done this before, at that school of his. If he had……well, maybe it wasn’t such a freak place after all.

“Hey, Piers,” he called, “wanna switch?”

“Damn, yeah,” Piers groaned.

Dudley pulled out of Harry’s arse and patted it once, then stepped around and inserted his still hard dick right into Harry’s waiting mouth. Harry sucked on it like a hungry child, and Dudley’s eyes rolled back in pure pleasure. He could hear Piers groaning and gasping as he plowed into Harry again and again.

“Big D…my legs…”

Dudley looked. Piers definitely looked unsteady on his feet. His body was shaking all over in ecstasy.

“No problem,” he said. “Lie down. Harry likes to ride, right, cousin?”

“Hell, yeah,” Harry gasped. “Dudley, I don’t know what you’ve been up to, but you taste better than ever!”

Dudley grinned. “Training diet. Amazing what eating real food will do for you……”

“Hello!” Piers said from the floor. “Horny bloke lying here!”

Harry laughed. “I can take care of that for you.”

He straddled Piers, lowering himself slowly on Piers’ cock, gasping a bit as it entered him. He began to bounce up and down. Dudley grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair and shoved his dick into Harry’s waiting mouth, thrusting himself in and out as Harry rode Piers.

“I…..I’m getting close,” Piers gasped.

He pulled out of Harry and slowly pulled himself to his feet, even as Dudley took himself out of Harry’s mouth and began to pull on his dick, while Harry lay back and began to jerk himself off. The two of them began the race that young men have run since they discovered themselves—who can go the longest?

Piers was the first. Thick, milky liquid erupted from his dick, raining down on an eager Harry. Dudley was right behind him, screaming as he came. And Harry matched them drop for drop, his entire body spasming on the floor.

And then it was over. Harry lay back, exhausted, and Piers and Dudley sank to their knees next to him, rubbing the sweat and the semen together on Harry’s chest and stomach.