Integration

Harry awoke early and, as was usual with the first up, he went to wake his sleeping companions. As the next stage in his progress was washing, Harry did not place his glasses on his sleep-filled eyes. He stumbled across to Ron’s bed ready to shake him. Ron was not responsive, so Harry went into tickling mode, aiming at Ron’s ribs. The body in the bed was higher up than Harry had calculated, so his fingers encountered something much more personal. As all boys do at a certain age, Harry’s doem-mates had experimented with each other, so Harry altered his tickle to the massage of his friend’s fornication facilities.

“C’mon Ron wake up, I can’t wait to see what Dumbledore has in store for us with his friendship weekend.”

“Why Potter, I didn’t know Gryffindors were so familiar with each other.” The voice was unmistakeably Slytherin.

“Malfoy! What are you doing in Ron’s bed?” In his shock Harry had left his hand where it was.

“Like what you are holding, Potter?” Malfoy’s hand held Harry’s wrist and his hand had to remain where it was. “The question you ask is misplaced. It seems that your bed is in our dorm in place of Vince’s. Now we know what old Rumbleguts was planning with his integration exercise. As his ambassador you seem to be taking extreme friendship measures. Do we have any more interlopers?”

“Erm … Yes … Me!”

“Well, well … Ffinch-Fletchly … I see your prick’s much the same size as mine.”

Harry could feel Malfoy’s implement throbbing under his hand and realised that the other Magicals were now watching; awakened by the fuss. Justin’s implement matched both Draco’s and his own for size and plumpness.

“Let me show my compatriots the eagerness with which our friendly Gryffindor wishes to seal our working together.” Malfoy threw of the coverings revealing his naked state and Harry’s hand still gripping Draco’s hard-on. “It seems only fair that we return the compliment, don’t you think, compatriots? Perhaps the removal of his pyjama trousers would aid our togetherness.”

Harry managed to remove his hand from Malfoy’s grip, but was too late to stop Justin from revealing most of his nakedness. Whilst Malfoy looked at Harry’s soft tackle through the triangle of an open pyjama jacket, Harry found that Zabini and Goyle had grabbed his hands.

“Justin, be a dear and open Potter’s jacket as well. Perhaps he should be as naked as I am?” Malfoy’s chatty tone towards someone from another house threw Harry completely.

Whilst Harry spluttered in astonishment the three other Magicals ensured he was completely nude. Malfoy lay on his bed stroking his accomplishment watching the process.

“Potter, come nearer, I would like to return the compliment.”

“Get lost Malfoy. What happened was an accident; one that I’ll probably rue for the rest of my life.”

Despite his protest Harry was moved so that his knees touched Malfoy’s coverlet. Malfoy detached a hand from his own intumescence and touched Harry’s flaccid floppiness. The fingers squeezed slightly, and gave a gentle pull. Harry felt a slight erotic response to the touch. Malfoy’s fingers squeezed a little more and pushed his grip towards Harry’s balls before pulling down again; Harry’s prick lengthened and filled some more.

“I see you are responding. Is the Weasel gentle like this when he wanks you? Maybe grips hard and fast; like this.”

As Harry was not expecting the pinch and rapid strokes; he gasped. His penis reacted fervently. After a dozen strokes Malfoy let go, watching the shining protruding piece of flesh bobbing pinkly.

“Potter seems to enjoy rough treatment friends. Let’s put him in his bed so that he can enjoy it all the more.” Draco gave the Gryffindor’s piece of flesh a quick caress.

Draco rose swiftly, pulling on a sheer low slung pair of briefs, arranging his stiff implement so that Harry would be able to see its magnificence through the shiny semi-transparent fabric. Harry was taken to his bed but not released. Using their school ties each limb was secured to a bedpost. It gave Harry room to squirm his splayed body but not enough to turn. Blaise found Harry’s spectacles and placed them on his nose, so that he could see his captors clearly for the first time. All of the Slytherins wore low slung tight underwear which showed off their excitement plainly. The briefs, being almost thong like, enabled Harry to see the top of everyone’s pubic curls poking above the misleadingly so-called waistband. Justin, quite obviously, slept in the buff and he clearly very excited about what was going on.

“Now Greg likes fast and furious, so if you are so minded, he can have first go. Or maybe you’d prefer Justin? Whose sucking prowess is the talk of the school, or maybe Blaise’s fucking. Me, I like to take things slowly, enjoying every frisson and nuance.”

“Let me go, you bloody perverts.”

“It was you who signalled your intentions first, Potter.” Malfoy was stroking the insides of Harry’s thighs, watching Harry’s bobbing boner show its appreciation. “So you have little room for complaint, have you? Besides which, we have all weekend to get to know each other thoroughly.”

“All weekend?” Harry looked pained. “Am I to remain tied up for nearly two days?”

“Not necessarily, much depends upon you losing that aggressive frame of mind, which, at the moment, is scowling from under your spectacles. We’ll reconsider after your first gift.”

“You’re going to give me something?”

“In a way, yes; then in a way you’ll be giving us something, too.”

“I don’t understand you?”

“No? … Oh! … Well I guess we’d better give you a demonstration then.” Malfoy continued to stroke Harry’s inner thighs, looking thoughtfully at the scarlet bobbing robin. “Well … You initially responded to rough … So … Greg can be the demonstrator … Will you do the honours, Mr Goyle?”

“With pleasure, Mr Malfoy, thank you.”

Harry Jumped when Goyle grabbed his erection. There was no finesse with Gregory; he gripped hard and pumped hard; only stopping occasionally to pinch Harry’s leaking knob-end. Harry shouted and screamed, firstly in shock, next in pain from the tight grasp, and lastly in ecstasy as his juices spurted high into the air.

Whilst Harry recovered, his restraints were undone and his slaked stake slumped slightly. To his surprise Goyle went to lie down next to him. Nonplussed by the action he moved over to give Gregory room. Whilst Greg removed his briefs, Harry lay there puzzling.

“Well come on Potter, ’s your turn now.”

The penny dropped, and Harry realised that maybe this might not be quite the ordeal he had been imagining. Harry grabbed Goyle’s glans and ran his callused palm over it. Goyle gasped and Harry felt the cock in his grip pulse. Harry remembered that Seamus liked it rough, and put into effect those things that the coarse Irishman enjoyed the most; a twisting plucking motion that had Goyle squirming and panting.

“Carry on with that Harry, he likes it,” urged Draco.

Quite soon Gregory gave a lurch, gasping as he gave his jism to Harry.

However, Harry had a greater shock in store.

Once Greg had had recovered he sat up and gave Harry a big wet kiss on the lips. “Thanks Harry that was great, will you teach Vince that special hold, he just pumps quickly. Oh! And next time will you tie me up, please?”

Harry sat open mouthed at the change in the person he had thought of as an unfeeling brute.

Draco’s hands were caressing Harry’s thighs again: “Would you like to choose the next one, Harry, please?”

Harry thought of Dean’s soft bum, matching it to Blaise’s accomplishments, comparing it to the visible, insistent brown torpedo and put off that delight until later.

“Um … Justin … Um … how about a sixty-niner?”

“Love to, Harry.” Mr Ffinch-Fletchley adjusted his hard-on and lay reversed in the place that Greg had recently vacated. Harry stared at the inviting lollipop in front of him, pulled it gently towards him and gave it an exploratory lick. Justin’s involuntary spasm gave Harry the feeling he was doing the right thing. Justin’s return tonguing sent shocks of sexiness into Harry’s loins.

Sometimes Justin would take the lead with Harry copying; sometimes it was the other way round. Tongue tips wiggling between glans lips were very satisfying. Sucked balls were shockingly salacious, suction and circular licking had both of their erections enraptured. Many variations were tried. Harry settled into trance of titillating tactics as they tried their best to out-pleasure each other. The carnal competition ended in a draw, as each one of them simultaneously sucked sticky sustenance from the other.

“Hey Harry, that was great,” ventured Justin, kissing Harry after they had both recovered some equilibrium. “I didn’t know you Gryffindors were as well versed in pleasure as the rest of us.”

“Um … We’re not quite the innocent virgins everyone considers us to be; you know,” Harry replied; feeling just like said innocent virgin before mentioned. He also wondered if Blaise was going to fuck him next. That was something he definitely had not experienced.

Draco was back caressing the inside of Harry’s thighs: “By the looks of your prick, you’re ready to fuck Blaise now; he’s an expert bottom; that’s all he likes, really.”

Harry felt relieved, but tried not to show it by staring at the head of Draco’s long dong which was now poking out of the top of his briefs. Draco caught him ogling.

“Like what you see? That can be the finale before we go and shower, if you like.” Draco removed his briefs so that Harry could admire the fair scenery.

Harry coloured up, nodding dumbly; which Draco took as acquiescence.

Blaise lay down on his front, sticking a couple of pillows under himself to make his bum rise in the air. He spread his legs to show Harry, not only the target but a pair of plump balls and the beginnings of a boner.

“Um …” Harry turned bright red: “Oh dear …”

Draco cottoned on and closed in on Harry’s ear: “Know what to do, but not done it before, eh?” he whispered.

Harry nodded, blushing furiously.

“I think Harry wants a sandwich, Guys,” the blond said loudly. “More Gryffindor kinkiness, what?” Then Draco whispered: “Follow my lead.”

Harry watched as Draco anointed his fingers and then passed the oil to Harry. Draco got Harry to spread his legs apart and then used his oiled fingers to circle Harry’s hole. He liked the feeling, and passed on the same compliment to Blaise. Then Draco’s finger entered him, it felt odd, but Harry persevered; pushing his own finger inside Blaise. Blaise let out a gasp.

“You caught his love spot, Harry. Let me see if I can find yours.”

Draco hooked his finger and Harry saw stars.

“Oh wow … Oo-ooh!”

Blaise echoed Harry’s outburst and for a minute or two each tried to outdo the other in a crescendo of pleasurable sighs. Harry didn’t notice Draco’s second digit entering until he felt a gentle scissoring movement. Then he followed suit and carefully widened Blaise’s aperture; all the while trying to massage his prostate.

“Aw … C’mon Harry … I can’t wait much longer,” urged Blaise.

Harry had seen Seamus and Dean at it, so he knew what was expected next. Slowly he crawled up Blaise’s body, still with his fingers caressing the warm channel and having his caressed in turn. Draco moved slightly faster, drawing himself up, straddling Harry’s plump arse. Harry’s fingers came out and his throbbing robin rested against and eager sphincter. He felt Draco placing his knob between Harry’s buns. Draco pushed in very slowly; Harry entered Blaise at much the same rate. Both of them paused occasionally to let the one underneath accustom himself to the fat throbbing intrusion. Harry’s eyes watered, the clinging feel of Blaise’s passageway was the most erotic thing he had felt so far. Every movement of Draco’s prick touched erotic nerve endings and enhanced that feeling.

“Oh … Merlin … Oh … Oh … Oh … S’so good.”

Once fully encased Draco paused, pushing down gently until Harry was fully inside Blaise. Then it started. Draco began to pull out, Harry’s hips lifted wanting him back in, partially withdrawing from Blaise. Next; Blaise arched up at the same time as Draco drove down; causing Harry’s muscles to spasm. Draco and Blaise had the absent Theo like this regularly; in fact it was he who taught them the co-ordination. Like a rag doll, Harry was alternately stretched and crushed, all the while mewling in pleasured overdrive and shuddering as his muscles spasmed. For ten minutes the pace was languorous, and then the reciprocation started to accelerate. Harry was sweating profusely, so much so that Gregory had to catch his glasses as they slipped off his ears.

Harry squeaked when Draco gave an extra strong thrust and then felt himself coming inside Blaise. His knob throbbed and expanded in lust, and he felt Draco’s dong doing exactly the same thing. The hot fluid started to squirt inside Harry just as he was completing his fruition inside Blaise. The salacious sensations were too much and Harry passed out.

He came-to in his bed, propped up in a sitting position, with Draco helping him to sip sugared coffee. Gregory gave him his glasses and he found the others sitting round inside the drawn bed curtains of his bed with a circular bed-table between them. On it were all kinds of delicious breakfast food.

“Well … Tuck in, our Gryffindor guest. Did you enjoy it?”

Harry’s green eyes sparkled with mischief: “I’m not quite sure yet, Draco. Like Quidditch, I’ll have to have some more practice. Um … Do you happen to know any good players nearby?”

Even Greg understood the innuendo and joined in the giggling.

FIN