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Harry and Ginny Confess!	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 36826 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was coming into the Gryffindor common room late one night. I had just finished serving a detention with Snape, and I was tired and glad to be back in a place no one could outright punish me. I walked into the dorm room and noticed Ron was not in his bed. I figured he must be off in a secluded, quiet corner with Hermione somewhere, snogging away the unoccupied, creeping hours. I thought nothing more of it, and began to undress. I threw my robes on my bed and scratched my head. A warm, relaxing shower at that moment tempted me into the bathroom.

When I walked onto the blue-tiled floor, I was surprised to hear the water in the stalls running already. I sighed in exasperation; I didn’t particularly want companionship for my bathing endeavor. Your hair that day, Ginny, I remember as being ravishing, and for some naughty reason, you winked at me as you shuffled down the hallway. I had your image in the back of my mind that night, and I had a desire to fondle myself under the spray of the water. Now, with a fellow occupant, I would have to delay my gratification.

I stepped silently past the wall into a sultry cloud of steam. Whoever was showering tonight apparently was doing so with very hot water.

“Hello?” I called out lightly. I didn’t want to startle whoever was hiding behind the white vapors, but I suspected I did, because my voice echoed loudly around the large, rectangular room.

“Harry?” Ron responded through the opaque steam. I exhaled with relief; if anyone was going to bother me in the showers that night, it might as well be Ron.

I walked into the humidity, and there at the end stall was my best mate. It was hard not to notice his sculpted shoulders and arms, his broad chest, and his smooth, flat stomach, but something else also grabbed my attention. I looked down past his navel, and saw he wasn’t bathing. He was shaving.

“Don’t mind me. I won’t apologize, since I didn’t figure anyone would walk in on me at this hour.” Ron said defiantly. He was holding a safety razor in his hand and was in the act of gliding it over the pubic hair above his penis. I couldn’t help myself; I gave a quick laugh. Ron immediately frowned.

“Laugh all you want, Harry, but Hermione gave me the idea. She said she would like it if I was a bit smoother down there.”

I put my hand over my gleeful mouth. Ron always made it so easy to poke fun at him. I think it was then I acknowledged my crush on him, even though he was a guy. I saw on the ledge above the knobs a bristly brush dunked in a mug of foamy shave soap.

“Why aren’t you using the soap?” I asked.

“I was thinking about it, but I thought I’d try first without it.”

I stared at his wet, naked body, and had a sudden urge. The hour was late, my head was numb with writing lines for Snape, and I was already partially aroused from thinking of you, Ginny. I didn’t contemplate my longing, I just went with it. It felt natural. I took a step towards Ron.

“Can I lend a hand?” I asked meekly. I wasn’t sure how else to put words to my lust. Ron and I had had many casual, stress-free conversations before, and I’m sure he guessed how heavy my question was. The stability of our friendship could be irreversibly altered by his answer.   I watched him swallow under the flowing water.

“Okay.” He responded. I blinked and felt my cock lift an inch into the air.

I grabbed the mug and kneeled down in front of him. The hot water from the shower was pattering luxuriously onto my shoulder and neck. I wanted to be deliberate tonight, to squeeze the essence out of each minute. I guessed I would never have this chance with Ron again.

I whipped the brush around in the mug of soap, working up a foamy lather, and gently applied the cream to the underside of his balls. I glided the dripping applicator up and down his skin, hoping the bristles weren’t tickling him. I figured they weren’t, because Ron didn’t laugh. Instead, he handed me the razor and placed his fingers affectionately on my head. I smiled to myself; I knew I was empowered with the ability to please Ron any way I wanted. The sensation made me very hard.

After his balls were coated in shaving soap, I slowly applied the safety razor. I made a couple passes before washing off the blade in the flowing water. I looked up and saw Ron had his eyes closed; it seemed he was enjoying my assistance. I continued watching his face as I rubbed the inside of his thigh with my palm. He exhaled audibly and let his mouth fall open slightly. I returned my gaze to his groin, and was greeted with the sight of his large cock stiffening under the warm shower spray.

I massaged his slick, smooth balls and saw his dick rise fully and enthusiastically. His head was practically touching my lips. I wanted to take him in my mouth, but I decided to hold off.   My grooming wasn’t done yet.

I worked up some more lather with the brush, and covered his prick with the foam. I ran the razor carefully down his shaft to the base, removing as much hair as I could. I was actually pretty impressed with myself; not once in my passes with the blade did I nick Ron. His cock was soon clean and smooth. I hoped Hermione appreciated my work.

I set the safety razor and the mug aside. I did as much as I felt comfortable doing, but I suspected my job wasn’t quite finished.

“Ron, I’m done.” I looked up at him pleadingly. I wasn’t sure how to phrase my next question. “Do you want me to leave off?”

Ron shook his head. “No, Harry, please don’t.” He whispered above the hiss of the water.

A thrill ran through my body at his words. I knew I was free to give uninhibited reign to my desire. I reached up with my hand and grabbed his cock. I felt the remainder of the soap on my fingers.

“Ron, stand under the spray and wash off first. Then I’ll play with you.” I instructed.

Ron positioned himself under the shower head, and let the water wash off the white foam from his dick. I stared at his crotch shamelessly as the water rained down. Ron noticed my fixed attention, and teasingly stroked himself twice. I shivered and swallowed. I was glad it didn’t take more than a few seconds for him to become entirely clean.

I opened my mouth and leaned into Ron as he touched my ear. His silky cock slid against my lips, and I tightened my mouth to give him a little friction. While his tip ran against the roof above my tongue, I reached around with my hands and grabbed his ass. I pushed him into me and hoped he got the hint; I wanted him to fuck my mouth.

Ron firmly grasped my hair with both his hands and thrust his hips back and forth. I couldn’t believe how much room his dick was taking up between my teeth; I was doing all I could to keep from gagging. I lashed my tongue against his moving shaft, and clamped down with my lips even more. I had never sucked off Ron before, or any guy for that matter, so I could only hope I was doing everything right. Thankfully, I didn’t hear Ron complain, only groan occasionally.

Needless to say my own cock at this point was throbbing yearningly, so I removed my right hand from Ron’s ass and stroked myself. My gesture was not missed by Ron.

“Go on, Harry, beat yourself off. I want to watch.” He goaded imploringly.

I didn’t need Ron to tempt me twice; without removing him from my mouth, I earnestly commenced masturbating. Ron quickened his thrusts as he saw me run my fist swiftly up and down my cock.

“That’s it, Harry. Fuck yourself with your hand.” He said wickedly. I moaned loudly and nibbled lightly at his shaft with my teeth. Ron continued fucking up into my face, and I started pushing my head down with each of Ron’s thrusts.

After a minute Ron bent his knees and fiercely tightened his grip on my head. “Fuck!” He yelled. I saw him wince in ecstasy and the next instant felt his jet of cum spurt into my throat. I swallowed his hot seed and felt my own orgasm overtake me. I released Ron from my mouth and cried out against his spattered head.

“Oh, Ron! Oh, Ron!”

I looked down at my speeding fist and bulging cock and watched my load shoot onto the tile floor. When I had finished I allowed my shoulders to relax under the flow of the water. Ron squatted down next to me and pushed his lips against mine. I hadn’t expected him to kiss me, but I suspected he wanted to experience the taste of his own cum after it had been inside my mouth. He circled his tongue around mine, pulled out, swallowed, and finally smiled.

“Thanks, mate. I guess we needed that.” He said as he pressed his forehead against mine. I ran my fingers around his neck and smiled back at him. We had indulged in each other’s fantasy, and while we would most likely never mention the experience, not even to each other, it would always remain with us, like a lingering aroma.
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