Disclaimer: This story falls under the category of fan fiction and is not meant to imply anything about the characters in the original story by JK Rowling. The plot is pure fantasy that came solely out of the mind of the author. The events described herein never happened in this or any other universe. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.Beyond that the rest is total fantasy and fiction. This story does involve sexual situations between people that may be minors in your state or country. If sex bothers you, especially sex between mid-teen boys or adults witnessing teen sex, you may want to go elsewhere.
"That was a wicked game you played, Harry," Ron Weasley thumped Harry on his back as they climbed the stairs leading back to Gryffindor House.
"Thanks, Ron," Harry flashed the characteristic grin which has melted the hearts of admiring boys and girls in Hogswart. "But the rain was just horrid. I could hardly see the Golden Snitch. My glasses were all blurred."
"You'd best hurry and get into the hot shower before you catch the death of cold," his best mate advised him.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "But I could do with a hot bath right now rather than just a shower. I am exhausted. Would you mind running the bath for me while I get out of these wet robes?"
"Of course, Harry." Ron was not just his best friend but his greatest admirer. Over the years they've known each other, he'd come to not just respect him but love him too.
Tapping his wand on the ancient tub in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom they both shared Ron muttered "Aqua Filliaro Excitanto." The bath immediately began to fill with water which bubbled and steamed like a Jacuzzi.
Harry, meanwhile, had peeled off his clothes and was hugging himself, shivering. Ron cast a glance at his friend's nude body. No longer was Harry the chubby kid who came to Hogswart several years ago. All the Quidditch training has resulted in Harry's impressive lean, muscular body. His pecs were particularly well formed from the many hours of broomstick riding and stretching out to catch the Golden Snitch. His nipples were hard and standing like a pair of pencil erasers because of the cold.
He hopped over quickly and jumped into the tub, splashing water all over the floor and on Ron.
"Oi! Watch it!" laughed Ron and swatted Harry playfully on the head with the towel he was holding for him. "Now I am all wet!"
Harry laughed as he immersed his fatigued body into the hot water, feeling the warmth envelope his beautiful teen body. He has taken off his glasses as they were too fogged up to be of much use anyway. "You should get out of those wet clothes then," suggested Harry "before you catch the death of cold yourself."
"Yeah, I might was well," Ron chuckled. He knew what was in Harry's mind and accepted his invitation immediately. He too stripped off his clothes. and quickly jumped into the huge ancient tub which probably could fit four. He sat next to Harry and put his arm around him.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Harry looked at Ron in the eye and whispered.
"Not as good as this," Ron quietly replied. Harry felt Ron's hand running across his hard chest, stopping at his nipples. He gently caressed and rubbed them, sending a tingle throughout his body.
Leaning forward Harry planted his lips on Ron, moaning softly to show his appreciation. Ron responded by parting his lips and pushing his tongue into Harry's mouth. Soon the two boys were locked in an urgent embrace, tongues frantically searching each other's mouth.
Ron continued to caress and rub the pecs he loved so much. Harry responded by caressing his mate's thick arms and torso. Unlike Harry, Ron was stocky, with muscular limbs. But due to his love for food, he wasn't as the cut as Harry. But although strong, his body was covered in a thin layer of soft fat he still possessed a macho V-shape which Harry greatly appreciated.
Harry drew his hand across his friend's wide back and slowly moved them down to grab Ron's two well-rounded butt cheeks. He alternated between squeezing them and rubbing them. Then his hand wandered to the front until he found Ron's hard seven inches. His fingers wrapped around his friend's cock and began to gradually stroke it under the hot water.
Ron groaned appreciatively. He too moved his hand down to find Harry's cock. It was not as thick as his own, but it was longer by at least an inch. Ron loved the feel of the lean, slick and hard cock Harry has. Even more, he loved sucking it.
They continued to kiss passionately. Then Ron pulled away from Harry and looked at him in the eyes and smiled. Harry smiled back at him as Ron traced his thick, luscious lips down Harry's chest, arriving at his right nipple. All this time he continued to play with the left nipple with his hand. The electrifying sensation of Ron's tongue shot through Harry's body and he breathed in sharply through his lips with a hiss of pleasure. His body tensed momentarily at the initial feel of Ron's expert tongue which first circled around Harry's nipple, then clamped down on it with both lips. Ron then he repeatedly pulled at it with his lips.
"Oh^Åthat's brilliant, Ron," gasped Harry, looking down at his friend suckling at his chest. He grasped at Ron's untidy red hair, holding and guiding Ron's head to encourage him to keep going. He didn't want it to stop.
After a while, Ron switched over to the other nipple and pleasured Harry for a bit longer. As he was doing that, Harry stretched his hand out towards his bedside table.
"Accio Gillyweed!"
The drawer of his bedside table flew open and out jumped the small mass of magical water weed into his hand. He grasped Ron's head with the other hand and pulled him up from his sucking.
"Ron, take this. You know what to do," Harry gasped, his body pulsing with urgency and passion. Ron nodded and swallowed the Gillyweed.
Immediately he felt his neck burn with a strange sensation. He knew gills were forming in his neck as a result of the magical weed. Without hesitation he submerged under water and found Harry's boner. Grasping his two full balls, Ron's mouth quickly engulfed Harry's cock. The Gillyweeds allowed Ron to breath under water through the temporary gills that had formed in his neck. They had been useful in Harry's quest under the lake with the merpeople. But now, in the privacy of their bedroom, they have found an even more valuable use for it!
Like a fish Ron gulped down Harry's cock hungrily like a fish swallowing a worm. Harry loved the sensation as Ron expertly worked on his urgent tool. Meanwhile, Ron's hands have not been idle either. With his left hand, he continued to play with Harry's heavy balls, while his right hand sought out Harry's asshole. He gently prodded the rosebud opening; he could feel Harry's sphincter clamping shut reflexively at his touch.
Ron gently teased Harry's asshole until it was sufficiently relaxed before pushing his finger in all the way in. He could hear from above the water Harry's muffled shout of ecstasy. He pushed it in and out a few times, feeling Harry clamping and relaxing his muscle spasmodically. Then he pushed in again purposefully and searched for his prostate.
By now Harry was in seventh heaven. The warm water embraced him comfortingly as his best friend sucked his cock under water, while finger fucking him. He cried out loudly as he knew the tower was isolated far away enough that nobody would hear him.
"Oohhh^Å.aaaarrggghh^Å.Ron^Åthat is ^Å.so fucking good! Don't stop! Oh, yeah! Play with my prostate! Rub it^Åyes, like that! Yeah! Oh^Å.suck me hard! Take me all the way down your throat^Å..oh yeah, make me cum, Ron, make me cum!"
Although, he could not hear Harry clearly under water, Ron knew what his buddy wanted. He could feel Harry's body responding to his touch, feeling his every twitch as he pleasured his best mate with his mouth and finger. He intensified his massage of his prostate while stabbing himself in the face repeatedly with Harry's long cock, taking it all the way down his throat, until his nose reached Harry's soft curly pubic hair, which was now waving like seaweed under water.
"Aaaarrrgghhhh^Å!" shouted Harry, throwing his head back, his teeth clenched tightly. His muscles and veins were visible on his neck as he tenses his body for the pinnacle of their love making. Gripping the side of the tub with both hands to steady himself, he stretched his legs out and braced himself for his climax.
"AAARRGGGHH^Å.ROOOONNNN! I AM CUMMING^Å AARRGGHH...! CUMMING, CUM-^ÅMING!" He croaked the last word as his cock exploded with a week's worth of cum, filling Ron's mouth. Ron pushed Harry's spurting cock deep down his throat so that the cum shot down his oesophagus into his stomach instead. He could feel the warm liquid flowing deep into him in a comforting way.
Harry's hips were bucking up and down from the sheer force of the climax, causing the water to splash violently. Had Ron not impaled himself so deeply, he would have lost his grip on his cock. Instead his head was firmly attached to Harry's hip as if they were Siamese twins until the final throes of Harry's ecstasy ebbed away.
Harry gave a loud sigh as Ron resurfaced and smiled at him. Harry grinned back at him and, in between pants, said, "That was fucking brilliant, Ron! Just fucking BRILLIANT!"If you liked the story, email me at lakihappy@hotmail.com and tell me what you thought.