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Down in the Park	By : tlb69 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.
Thanks to Evil Auntie Snape and Wolfiekins, for their patience and wonderful beta work.

"Fred, where are you going?" shouted Ron.

"Pipe down, Ickle Ronnykins!" Fred barked back.

"Stop calling me that!" Ron said, his face turning red.

"Oh, is Ickle Ronnykins going to cry? Does um need his bwannky?" Fred teased.

"Mum said you have to help me," Ron whined to his older brother.

"I will, later! Right now, I have something to do," Fred said, walking away.

"What's so important you can't help me now?"

"None of your business!"

"I'm gonna tell," Ron yelled at his departing brother.

Fred came back, sticking his fist in Ron's face. "No, you won't, if you know what's good for you."

"Oh yeah, I'm not scared of you. Dad said you have to keep your hands off me, or you were gonna get a whipping," Ron said bravely.

Keeping his fist in Ron's face, Fred pulled out his wand with his other hand, hitting his brother with a Jelly Legs Jynx.

"Aaahhhhhhhh!" yelled Ron, dropping to the ground.

"There, I didn't touch you," Fred taunted as he stood over his brother, who was wiggling over the ground.

"Lllettt mmee gggoo," demanded Ron through chattering teeth.

"Not unless you promise you won't tell!" Fred said with an evil grin.

"Nnnnoo! I...i...im t...tt...ellinggg mm...mmummm," Ron said, trying to get up.

"Let's see, it usually takes you about five minutes to wet yourself with this jynx. Seven minutes and you, umm, mess your bottom. I believe we are almost at three minutes now," Fred said nonchalantly.

"Y...oo...uuuu w...ww...oo...dddtt," Ron said as his eyes grew.

"Oh, wouldn't I? How many of Mum's friends are in the house? And you without your wand. Tsk,tsk,tsk. Not looking good for you, little bro."

"Oh ho, four minutes now," Fred said looking at a watch that was not on his wrist.

"KKKa, I w...ww...ooo...tta...ell," Ron muttered.

Fred said the counter jynx and Ron's body slowly stopped jiggling.

"Well, you'd better not, or tonight your teddy will have six extra legs," Fred warned.

"You leave Fuzzy alone!" Ron fumed, anger welling up in his face.

"Then you'd better keep your mouth shut," Fred warned again.

"I hate you!" Ron spat at his older brother.

"Well now, that's not very brotherly of you," Fred said with a mock frown as he turned to walk away.

"Where are you going? Can I come, too?" Ron asked, trying to stand.

"No, you can't. It's generally not wise to tell someone you hate them, then ask them to take you somewhere. So, just get to work on those gnomes," Fred finished, disappearing into the trees.

"Wanker!" Ron spat as Fred moved out of sight.

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Fifteen minutes later, Fred arrived at the park. Keeping to the tree line, he walked toward the less popular end. When he came to the very back edge, he gave one last look around.

With no one in sight, Fred veered off to the left through a couple of large maple trees. He came to a small narrow clearing. Fred nervously walked along the edge of it, following the curve of the clearing as it rounded a bend to the right. He moved between the shadowy trunks again. The trees were old and large here, their leaves forming a thick canopy over head. As Fred approached another, larger clearing, he noticed the trees had a bluish green color to them. He moved to the right of the clearing and found what he was looking for.

Nearly hidden behind a large group of trees was a small rough stone building with a steep tile roof and two doors, one on either side. Off to the left of the building was an old stone fireplace and a couple of picnic tables.

Off to the right was another path leading out of the clearing, into the more densely-wooded part of the forest.

Fred warily walked over to the weathered fireplace, his hands buried in the back pockets of his tight, favorite, old black jeans.

"Nice place, no one around, and quiet," Fred said softly.

His hands sweating from nervousness, he turned and headed for the left side of the building.

Coming to the door, Fred stopped.

"Whoops! Ladies," he read, chuckling to himself.

Quickly turning and walking around the back of the lav, Fred absently admired the battered stonework. He chuckled at the various names and initials carved into some of the stones.

Fred came to the second door and entered. Glancing about, he noticed the first two stalls were occupied. Walking down the aisle, the next one was empty. The fourth one was occupied.

He entered the third stall and latched the door. Turning around, heart pounding, he scanned the small stall.

"I've seen worse," he thought, pushing his jeans down and sitting on the cold hard, wooden seat.

Knock....Knock... Knock.

Fred jumped slightly at the soft knock to his right. A sudden jolt of fear ripped through his body.

Knock...Knock...Knock.

"Oh shit. Ahh, what was that?" Fred whispered to himself. "Just relax. You're alone in a stall. What could happen?"

With a sudden rush of nerve, he answered.

Knock...Knock...Knock.

There was almost complete silence in the lav. Well, except for a faint slurping sound from one of the first stalls.

Creak...creak...creak.

Fred turned his head quickly to the wall to his right. The paper holder was swinging on one screw, revealing a sizeable hole.

A moment later, there was an erect penis poking through the hole in the wall.

Startled, Fred licked his lips. "Well, here goes," he said softly.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out to touch the tip of the cock waiting for him.

He licked the tip a couple of times. Then, he wrapped his tongue around the head of the cock, swirling it in his mouth to get a good taste.

His own cock standing straight up, he thought. "Wow, I am sucking my very first cock. This is brilliant, and it tastes wonderful."

He pulled back and looked at the dick. There was now a large drop of precome at the slit. He stuck his tongue out and lapped it up.

"Ooooohh, so sweet," Fred thought.

Fred opened his mouth and swallowed the cock to the base. Clamping his lips around the base, he pulled out slowly. The moans from the stranger in the next stall told him he was doing fine.

With that, he dove back on the cock and tried to recreate what he saw in those photos Bill had showed him. He had been practicing on an old dildo of Bill's so he could work out his gag reflex. Since he could go down completely on this stranger's erection for eight or nine times before a single gag, he was doing good. The stranger thought so, too. His moaning was growing louder, his dick moving in and out of Fred's mouth with apparent pleasure.

Fred grabbed his partner's cock at the base, tightening his grip and sucking the tip greedily. The stranger held his cock still as Fred worked the tip of the cock.

Starting off slowly, Fred began working his hand and mouth simultaneously up and down his partners shaft. Gradually, he picked up his pace, until he was rocking himself off his seat.

The moans were growing faster and from the amount of precome, Fred had the impression the stranger was nearing his orgasm.

Fred suddenly stopped and removed his hand. Looking at the twitching cock in front of his face, he stuck out his tongue, licking down the quivering shaft to his partner's balls. He just noticed they were clean shaven. He lapped at them both, drinking in the sweat from underneath them.

The stranger grunted with pleasure.

Fred worked the balls with his tongue for a few minutes, then licked up the shaft to the head. He sucked the head a few more times, before diving on the entire cock again.

His partner's musky scent was increasing, as were his moans.

Fred brought up his hand and gripped the base of the throbbing prick again. Returning to his earlier bobbing motion, he made loud slurping noises as he worked the guy's uncut, long, narrow prick. After a few minutes of this abuse the strangers moans were becoming much more rapid.

"Aaah ... Aaaahhh ... Aaaaah ... Aaaahhh ... Aaaah ahhhhhhhahhahhhhhhhh. I'mmm g...gg...gonnnna bbloww," the stranger kindly informed Fred.

Fred kept his mouth sucking only the tip, as his hand worked the shaft.

"No way am I going to miss the taste of this," he thought.

And with a loud grunt from the stranger, Fred felt his mouth filling up with the wonderfully sweet, thick substance. He quickly gulped the liquid down as he was starting to gag from the amount of come the stranger was depositing in his mouth. He kept sucking and swallowing, keeping the last bit in his mouth to relish the flavour.

"God, this is great. I"ve just sucked my very first cock, and the come tastes brilliant. Much better than pumpkin juice," Fred thought as he swallowed the last drops of his partner's seed.

As soon as Fred's lips released the stranger's cock, the man quickly withdrew it.

"Shit, he's leaving!" Fred whispered staring at the empty hole.

Suddenly there were two fingers tapping on the rim of the hole. He heard a soft whisper. "Your turn, mate."

Fred didn't need telling twice. He jumped up and stuck his throbbing cock through the hole.

As the stranger lapped at his precome, Fred grabbed the bar above his head on the same wall. "God, that feels sooo great," he whispered. Fred's eyes went to the back of his skull as the stranger assaulted his cock.

He moved his cock in and out of the guy's mouth, moaning just as loudly as the stranger did. A few moments later, Fred couldn't take anymore. "This guy's a pro," Fred thought.

"Uuuuuhhh, shit. I'm gonna come," Fred shouted.

In response, the stranger started sucking the head of Fred's erection unmercifully. Fred screamed out again as he shot his load into his partner's eager mouth.

The stranger kept sucking until Fred was spent and panting. When the other guy finally released Fred's prick, the red-head bent down and quickly pulled up his jeans.

As he fumbled with the buttons of his fly, he heard the knocking again. Looking up, he noticed the stranger was sliding a piece of parchment through the hole in the stall.

Uncurling the small scrap of paper with shaky hands, Fred smiled as he read the scribbled words.
Hold up the paper holder so I can reattach them.
Also, You leave first, less conspicuous.
P.S.

Thanks, Mate.

Fred read the note, and held up the holder. As the man was re-attaching the holders, Fred left his stall. As he was leaving, he noticed the first two stalls were still occupied. A sudden sense of fear came over him.

"I completely forgot about these two guys. Shit! They had to have heard us. I'll wait outside for the guy, in case these two try something," Fred thought as he quickly exited the loo.

Two minutes later, Fred watched as George came out of the loo.

Stunned, he pointed to Fred. "YOU?"

"YOU?" Fred answered back.

"Bill told...?" George said still stunned.

"Bill told!"

"Shit!" They both said simultaneously, smiling at each other.

George walked up to his twin. "Your first time?"

"Yup. Yours?" Fred answered.

"Yup."

"Brilliant!" They both said together.

Laughing, they both grabbed one another and hugged tightly.

Pulling away, but still standing close, George asked, "Does this freak you out?"

"Not at all. I'm glad you were my first." Fred said grinning. "How about you, you freaked?"

Fred's answer came as George pressed his tongue into Fred's mouth and kissed him passionately. They stood there snogging for a few minutes before Fred broke off.

"We'd better get going, so those two guys don't catch us," Fred said.

"You're right," George said as they started walking home. "What would you say to a long, slow, shag tonight?" he asked his twin mysteriously.

"I call top!" Fred answered.

The men from stalls one and two watched with interest from the doorway of the loo as the twins moved away.

"No way, I'm top first," George said through a laugh.

"No way, I called it first!" Fred defended.

"Yes way, I'm older," George answered back.

"By a minute and a half," Fred playfully yelled back.

The two men couldn't hear George's response as the twins rounded the corner, back to the main park. Still observing the twins through the trees, one of them spoke.

"I thought that tasted like you."

"I knew that was your tongue," the second man replied playfully.

"Hiya, William."

"Hey, Arthur," William answered back, squeezing Arthur's arse.

William was shocked as a hand came hard to the back of his head. "Oooowwww! That hurt!" William yelled.

"Since when do you call me Arthur?" growled the older Weasley.

"God, I'm Sorry! Lighten up, Dad," Bill pouted. "And you know I don't like being called William," Bill whined.

"I thought they were already doing it together," Arthur said with an odd expression on his face.

Bill nodded, grinning. The smile faded almost instantly.

"What do you mean, you thought it tasted like me? Who else would it be? We've been doing this almost twice a week, for nearly five years," Bill stated with a sudden realization.

"Well, it could have been that werewolf again," Arthur suggested.

"Gods, no! I said I was sorry! You know Dumbledore had me in detention. Besides it was only that one time, and it wasn't my fault. That was ten months ago," Bill defended himself. "You have a vicious memory.

"I couldn't get that wonky taste out of my mouth for three days, Billy," Arthur teased his son.

"I don't like Billy, either, Dad," Bill said rolling his eyes.

"Which one do you think was the screamer?" Arthur asked stepping out of the lav onto the cool grass.

"Fred," Bill said with assurance, as he followed his father. "He always has a screaming orgasm."

Stopping suddenly and turning to his son, Arthur asked sternly. "And why do you know about his screaming orgasms?"

Bill smiled at his fathers obvious jealousy.

"He wanks off twice a day, and a few times I thought he was hurt, and I walked in. He was trying to shoot it in his mouth. I think he got it the last time I walked in. Well, not all of it, of course, but Merlin! No worries. I'm all yours, Daddy," Bill answered sweetly, batting his eyes at his father.

"You'd better be, or I'll take it out of your arse. You know you are never to old to be put over my knee," Arthur kidded.

"Promises, promises! Speaking of, my arse. When are you going to get in it?" Bill asked his father playfully. "I'm dying here without you stretching me out and making me scream like a three year old."

"Well, I have to get back to the office now. How about tomorrow at noon. Same place?" Arthur offered.

"No, not here. What about The Leaky Cauldron?" Bill suggested.

Arthur stroked his chin, thinking it over. "Get room ninteen. It's more private," he said. With a wink, he Apparated.

Bill smiled crookedly.

"I'll be counting the seconds," he murmured, just before Apparating away.

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