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In Sirius\' Room	By : BlueJuvenal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Ron Views: 20618 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-In Sirius' Room
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Harry gently pushed open the door to Sirius’ bedroom. He was irritated it creaked so loudly. There was yet no sign of dawn beyond the dirty window, and Harry did not want to wake up Ron and Hermione. The previous day they had searched the room at 12 Grimmauld Place, finding nothing but a torn letter. Or so Harry wanted Ron and Hermione to believe.

He walked slowly over to the bed and reached under the moldy mattress. He felt what he was searching for and pulled out a thick, black magazine. He closed his eyes and felt the life pump into his groin. When he found Sirius’ porn stash, he didn’t tell Ron and Hermione. He didn’t fear their outraged comments, but he wanted to hold onto something of Sirius’ for himself, something that allowed him to partake in his psyche. Harry looked at the provocative cover; he knew his godfather was courageous in his youth, and Harry admired the trait, but he was more relieved that Sirius could be just as naughty and carnal as he was.

Harry opened the magazine on the bed and stood before it. Looking down at it, he shamelessly studied the moving, magical picture: two witches with unnaturally voluptuous bodies were kissing and fondling each other. They both had long, golden hair and humongous, perfectly rounded breasts. Harry pushed his clammy finger down the page, hoping the material of the paper would somehow yield to him the living warmth of their soft skin. The witches were groping each other with abandon, flicking their tongues together, rubbing at the inside of each other’s thighs. Harry reached beneath his pajama pants and gripped his cock. He knew how unreal the picture was, how absurdly divorced it was from his immediate circumstances. He welcomed the fantasy all the more because of it.

One of the witches got behind the other and began caressing her enormous tits. Harry undressed, not rashly, but deliberately, as if he were an actor in the pornographic scene. He unbuttoned his shirt and pushed his pants down past his erect, yearning dick. Standing completely naked with his legs slightly apart, he returned his attention to the witches. He cupped his tight balls in his palm and massaged them slowly. The witch in front pushed her right breast up past her throat and thrashed the nipple with her outstretched tongue. Harry breathed in quickly through his teeth; he always wondered how that would feel, orally stimulating himself. He reached up with his hand and fondled his own nipple, tweaking it, hoping it would announce itself like the one on the page.

As the one witch kneeled down in front of the other, Harry stoked himself forcefully. The kneeling witch shook her head back and forth before the other witch’s pussy; Harry moaned at the sight. He stood on his toes, leaned over, and smacked his throbbing prick against the page. He wished he could fall into the magazine as he had once fallen into Tom Riddle’s diary.

The wooden floor beyond the bedroom doorway creaked. Harry whipped his head around and froze. Ron walked into the room and was grinning wickedly.

“Having fun, mate?”

Harry looked away. He did not stop touching himself. He was so angry he could have thrown the magazine in Ron’s face. Ron had Hermione’s company, had Hermione’s hand to hold, Hermione’s body to touch. Couldn’t he let Harry have his one, pathetic sliver of release? Ron observed his exposed posture, and Harry perversely enjoyed the fact that he did; he wanted Ron to know he was human enough to pleasure himself.

Ron walked over next to Harry and looked at the magical picture. His eyes widened.

“Shit, Harry, if I found this I would be wanking every hour!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh to himself at Ron’s comment. As quickly as his anger had risen, it was receding back into its crevice. Harry watched in disbelief as Ron began taking off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

Ron looked at Harry apologetically. “Please say you don’t mind. Hermione hasn’t let me touch her since the morning of Bill and Fleur’s wedding. I swear, I won’t get in your way if you don’t get in mine.”

Ron removed his shirt and pants and stood naked before Sirius’ bed. Harry couldn’t help himself; he looked down and saw the size of Ron’s member. It was fully erect and spanned at least nine inches. His balls were red and hairless. Harry unconsciously tightened his grip on his own dick. With his mouth hanging open, Ron gazed at the magazine and twisted and teased his cock. He watched the witches play with each other and began vigorously masturbating.

Harry took his eyes from the sight of Ron’s jerking cock and looked back at the magazine. The situation was bordering on the surreal, but he decided to just go with the feel of it and not overanalyze it. He swallowed and recommenced his own self-gratification.

One of the witches produced her wand and was rubbing it savagely against the other witch’s pussy. Harry heard Ron grunt. He looked over and saw his body quake as he worked rhythmically on his prick. Harry noticed that the muscles on his arms and stomach were accented with his strained motions. Harry couldn’t believe it of himself, but he didn’t have the urge at that second to watch the witches. He shivered at the question he couldn’t hold back in his throat.

“Ron, do you mind if I touch you?”

Ron looked up at Harry in shock. Harry smiled at him and didn’t blink. Ron had stumbled into Harry’s world, his private room, and he didn’t laugh or scoff at him. He had accepted the surroundings as they were. As a result, Ron had become a part of Harry’s fantasy. Harry knew it was only natural for Ron to accept his touch. He didn’t wait for Ron to answer him, but instead reached out and gently ran his finger up Ron’s shaft.

Ron closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Encouraged by this gesture, Harry squatted down in front of Ron.

“Keep watching the witches.” Harry instructed. He reached around and clasped Ron’s buttocks, kneading them erotically with his fingers. Ron continued to masturbate. Harry very much enjoyed the sight of him jerking off in his face, but he had other ideas he wanted to try, other trails he wanted to discover.

“No, Ron, don’t touch yourself.” Harry ran his hands up to Ron’s chest, pinching his nipples, while Ron caressed his hair. Harry pushed his mouth onto Ron’s thigh and kissed it tenderly. Finally, he pushed his quaking hands down past Ron’s stomach and onto his enlarged cock.

Grasping it tightly, Harry began beating Ron off. Harry imagined having a dick the size of Ron’s and how tired his arm would get jerking its great length all the time. Ron started panting and Harry increased his speed. He looked up and was pleased to see Ron staring at the magazine. Strangely enough, Harry did not want Ron to think of him as a sexual partner, but instead as a friend who was brave enough to touch him, in any capacity required.

As Ron’s body shook, Harry aimed his cock below his throat.

“Oh, Harry! You make me want to COME!” Ron bellowed the last word and shot his load onto Harry’s chest. Harry felt the semen trickle onto his nipple. He did not cease his hand job until Ron’s seed was spent over his body. As Harry at last released him, he felt some of Ron’s cum on the side of his index finger. He brought the finger to his mouth and gave it a lick. Ron saw him do so as he looked down. He bent over and kissed Harry on his head, whispering a question.

“You won’t tell Hermione about this, will you?” Ron asked nervously.

Harry laughed and touched Ron’s leg.

“Do you mind finishing me off?”

Ron shook his head. Harry stood up and faced the magazine on the bed. One of the witches was on all fours while the other fucked her from behind with her wand. Harry watched her big tits sway as Ron lower himself in front of him. When Ron’s fingers closed in over his shaft, Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out long, but he knew he didn’t need to. He spread his legs and groaned as he felt Ron’s fist powerfully pumping his dick. Harry was enthralled by the warmth of Ron’s fingers.

The witch on the page reared back and convulsed on top of the wand as it fucked her. Her tits bounced violently and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Ron’s wet cock brushed Harry’s knee, but Harry didn’t glance down. He was mesmerized by the sight of the witch’s shaking tits. He felt Ron’s lips on his balls, and reaching down, he grabbed Ron’s hair.

“Oh, Ron, make me come on her tits! Oh, Ron!”

Harry tensed with pleasure and ejaculated onto Ron’s lower lip and chin. Ron let go of him, and Harry allowed his shoulders and neck to relax. When Ron stood up, Harry licked the cum off his face. They both smiled as their cocks gently nudged one another.

Ron placed his hand on Harry’s chest, letting his own cum moisten his palm. Harry enjoyed the sight of Ron’s dazed expression. He hoped Ron understood that together they had chiseled a foothold they could always fall back on, if they ever needed to. Their fantasy could nurture their reality, as long as they both considered their fantasy to be something real.

“You better hide that magazine from me, or else I’ll be up here most of the time and not bothering with the Horcruxes.” Ron jested. Harry laughed as he looked out the window and saw the breaking dawn.

“No, I’ll put it back under the mattress. We’ll both know where it is, just you and I.”
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