Chapter Seven – Bedtime Stories
By darthelwig
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
This is rated NC-17 for very obvious reasons.
I don’t own Harry Potter. If I ever become so lucky, I will be sure to inform you all.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Harry hadn’t expected to find Seamus and Dean having sex in the boy’s dorm, but there they were, on Dean’s bed. Seamus was positioned behind Dean, and Harry could feel his exhausted body begin to become alive as he watched their bodies move. Seamus’ solid hips were working like pistons, slamming his cock deep into Dean’s lithe body, rocking the entire bed so that it kept slamming against the wall. Dean was moaning and panting heavily, his head thrown back and eyes closed. Seamus’ head was thrown back as well, at the moment, and Harry could see his throat working silently as he swallowed his cries of pleasure.
Both their bodies were slick with sweat, skin gleaming in the dim light of the room. Dean’s dark coloring was a striking contrast to Seamus’ pale skin, and Harry could just make out the hard length of his erection under Dean’s taut body. He ached to taste it, to hold and stroke it with his palms.
He slowly became aware of Seamus’ labored breaths coming shorter and harsher. Harry watched as Seamus’ entire body tensed down to his toes, which curled up as he plunged himself one last time into his lover’s body. Harry could see the tendons in Seamus’ neck clearly as the boy grunted and let out a loud groan as he spilled himself into Dean’s ass.
This was his chance, and Harry knew it.
He walked over to Dean’s bed, removing his clothes as he approached it. By the time he reached it, on the other side of the room, he was naked and hard, his eyes fixed on Dean’s lean form. He wanted to taste that chocolate skin, to satiate himself on that sweet flesh.
Dean saw him first, his eyes widening but a welcoming look on his face nevertheless. Seamus looked up when Harry leaned down to kiss Dean, sliding his tongue into the heated cavern of the boy’s mouth. Their tongues danced against each other, sliding together smoothly over their lips. Dean nibbled Harry’s full lower lip and began kissing and licking his way down Harry’s throat.
Seamus was staring at them, his mouth wide open, but he quickly recovered and ran his fingers through Harry’s thick hair. He moved over to let Harry move further onto the bed and settled himself into a rhythm as he ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Harry’s back. He stroked Harry like a cat and then slipped his fingers lower, where they found his tight hole. Seamus pushed his thick thumb into Harry’s hot ass and rested his fingers against the underside of Harry’s balls.
Dean was continuing his delightful ministrations, now to Harry’s nipples, when Harry felt Seamus’ thumb enter him. His hips jerked as Seamus began to work his thumb in and out of Harry’s hole, keeping his fingertips pressed lightly against Harry’s balls the whole time. Harry knew he was going to cum if Seamus kept that up, and he wanted to see his sticky white fluid shoot all over Dean’s face.
He sat back slightly to allow Dean better access, careful not to dislodge Seamus’ hand. Dean seemed to read his mind, which Harry was thankful for. He doubted he could have voiced his request at this point.
Dean bent down low and took Harry’s cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the shaft and head. Harry’s hips were now moving in the rhythm Seamus’ had set, rocking back and forth between the two Gryffindors.
“I-I…” his voice trailed off in a loud groan. Dean didn’t need to hear the rest. He pulled Harry’s cock from between his lips just in time to have Harry’s load shoot out, coating his dark skin in Harry’s cum. Harry watched as his sperm coated Dean’s upturned face, he could feel Seamus looking over his shoulder and watching as well. Dean smiled up at them both, licking the sticky cream from his lips.
Harry could feel Seamus’ erection against his hip and knew what he wanted next. He slid lower on the bed, pushing Dean back against the sheets and bringing his face to Dean’s long, hard cock. Harry stuck his ass in the air as he grabbed hold of Dean’s throbbing dick and Seamus took the hint. He positioned himself behind Harry and rubbed his cock over Harry’s smooth buttocks.
Harry didn’t wait for Seamus to impale him on his thick cock. He needed to taste Dean. He trailed his tongue over the head and shaft of Dean’s cock from tip to base and back again, making the boy gasp. Dean’s hips thrust upward as Harry slowly brought the thick cock before him into his hot mouth. He sucked hard as he pumped his head up and down the shaft’s length. Dean propped himself up on his elbows and watched, panting, as Harry swallowed him again and again.
Seamus was enjoying watching Harry’s head bob up and down on his lover’s cock. Dean’s eyes were glassy with lust, a look that never failed to drive Seamus wild. He was through teasing himself. He was going to fuck Harry Potter.
Seamus placed his cock’s tip at Harry’s tight entrance, feeling the heat of Harry’s body on his most sensitive area. He pushed the thick mushroomed head into Harry’s hole and slowly sank himself into that tight embrace. Here was Harry Potter- The Boy Who Lived, Gryffindor Seeker and Golden-Boy of Hogwarts- impaled on Seamus’ hard cock. It was enough to drive him crazy.
Harry felt Seamus enter him, felt his ass stretch to fit his friend’s thick length, but kept up his pace on Dean’s shaft. Dean’s body was thrashing and bucking now, he was close to climax and Harry wanted it. He wanted to eat Dean’s salty cum as it shot down his throat. Harry cupped Dean’s balls and gently squeezed as he sucked and licked and stroked his erection.
Seamus was getting more and more excited. Dean was close to a mind-numbing orgasm, Harry was sucking him like there was no tomorrow and he himself was thrusting in and out of Harry’s ass in an ever-increasing tempo. He had never wanted something as bad as he did at that moment. He wanted to fill Harry with his hot cum.
Harry’s body was bouncing with Seamus’ hard thrusts, making it difficult to maintain his hold on Dean’s cock, but he managed. His own cock was hard again and his balls were slapping against it with each slam of Seamus’ powerful hips. He knew he was going to orgasm soon. His fist worked Dean’s cock hard as he continued sucking the head, until Dean gave one final long cry and thrust of his lean body against Harry’s mouth. Harry tasted Dean’s hot cum as it spilled down his throat and he sucked up every drop, careful not to spill any of that precious fluid.
Seamus was pounding into Harry with fury. He could feel his climax approaching. He reached underneath of Harry to grab his cock in one heavy fist. Harry’s mouth broke from Dean’s cock to let out a load groan and his hips started to jerk of their own accord as his orgasm hit him. Seamus could feel his hand become wet and sticky with Harry’s juices, and his thin control was lost. He slammed himself into Harry like a jackhammer until his cock finally exploded in a burst of cum that shot so fast it spilled out of Harry’s ass and down his thighs. Seamus kept pumping until he was spent, then slowly picked himself up and sat back on the sheets.
The three of them lay sprawled together for a few moments, recuperating from their exertions. Then Dean lifted his head and looked at Harry solemnly.
“Do you think this’ll hurt your chances at the game tomorrow?”