Chapter 10 -- Double the Fun, part 2 ------------------------------
Harry arrived at the address indicated and rang the bell. It was an old warehouse converted into lofts and work spaces. The bell rang like a school bell and Harry let go of it quickly. He didn't want to call attention to himself. Even though Drago was certain he wouldn't run into anyone he or Harry knew, he imagined that everyone who saw him knew exactly what he was doing there. Getting money for sex with strange men.
A guy in a knit cap answered the door. He looked to be about thirty-five, was a couple inches taller than Harry, and was at least as skinny. His face lit up when he saw Harry standing in the doorway.
"Hey!" he shouted inside. "He's here," he said and then turned to Harry. "Hello there. Please come in," he said squeezing Harry's arm and gently leading him inside. He seemed off somehow. Maybe he's drunk, Draco thought. He shook his head slightly and shifted his mindset. It was time for gay prostitute Harry to come out for some fun. Or whatever this was.
The man led Harry down the hall and into a dimly lit kitchen. Another man stood by the island in the middle of the room. He smiled big when he saw Harry, too.
"Hi," he said, offering a hand to shake. "I'm Tristan and this boorish animal is Ryan. I'm sure he forgot to introduce himself," he shook his head in mock disgust at his friend.
"Hi, I'm Harry," Harry replied shaking the other man's hand. Ryan shook his hand, too, but didn't say anything. He had a huge grin plastered across his face.
"Hi, Harry. It's fantastic to meet you," Tristan said, pretending to talk for Ryan. Harry laughed nervously. There was definitely something off about these two. They were too happy, too up.
"Let's snort some more coke," Ryan said, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Harry finally realized that they were high, not drunk. Tristan pulled a baggie out of his pants' pocket and cut several lines on the countertop.
"Please, guests should always go first," Tristan said handing him a rolled up piece of paper--some kind of muggle money. Harry looked at it, uncertain as to what exactly he was supposed to be doing. Ryan took the rolled up paper out of his hand and quickly snorted a line of the powder into his nose. Harry tried to look casual, but inside Draco was totally shocked. Harry was expected to snort some weird powder up his nose that would make him act like a freak. Awesome and unexpected, he thought.
He leaned over the next line and snorted it up as quick as he could. The feeling was almost instantaneous. He felt amazing! His mind was moving fast and he felt so strong. He started smiling, too. Tristan took the third line and the three moved to the living space in the loft. There were several computers on tables around the room. There was a couch pushed up against one wall and a bunch of pillows strewn across the floor. Harry sat on the couch and Tristan sat next to him. Ryan sat on the floor.
Tristan leaned over and started kissing Harry. Harry was surprised and inwardly Draco cursed himself. Evan told him not to kiss these guys and he'd already failed on that warning. He figured Harry was already in this deep, so he kissed him back. Ryan started rubbing his thigh and then higher up. Harry was already getting hard by the time Ryan's hand moved over his cock. Ryan started rubbing it and also rubbing his own cock.
Tristan moved to take Harry's shirt off. He kissed down Harry's neck and to his nipples. He alternately sucked each nipple. Ryan started unzipping Harry's pants and pulled his cock out. Ryan stroked his cock several times, using the precum leaking out the tip as lube. Tristan moved back up to his mouth, sucking Harry's tongue into his mouth.
"Let's get our clothes off," he said, pulling his own shirt off over his head. Ryan and Harry removed their remaining garments and the three stood nude in the middle of the room. Tristan reached out and pushed down on Harry's shoulders. Harry kneeled down with the two men's cocks in front of him. He reached out and started jacking both cocks. He took Tristan's in his mouth first. He found it difficult to work both cocks, especially with one in his mouth. He kept stroking Ryan's cock in his right hand and grabbed Tristan's ass with his other hand and tried to deep throat the man's cock.
Tristan grabbed Harry by the back of the head and pushed hard and Harry's nose touched Tristan's stomach. Tristan used both hands to hold Harry's face while he fucked his mouth. Harry started to choke and pulled back. Tristan let go of his head and Harry coughed a couple of times and tried to catch his breath. This time, he went down on Ryan's cock. Ryan repeated Tristan's motions and soon, he had the other man's entire cock down his throat. Both men were long, but not especially thick.
After several moments of Ryan fucking his throat, Harry pulled away from him, too, sucking in air. Tristan motioned toward the bedroom and the three moved to the bed. Tristan laid on the bed and Harry straddled him. Harry took a deep breath and sat on Tristan's cock. Tristan held it up and Harry pressed against it. Ryan was suddenly behind them and Harry could feel him spit on his asshole. Tristan moved his cock around in the spit and then Harry started pressing against it again.
Tristan's cock started to slide into his ass. Harry moaned as it penetrated deeper inside. He started rocking back and forth on Tristan's cock. It felt good and he was really high from the coke and probably a little bit drunk from the scotch he drank at Evan's. Harry fucked himself on Tristan's cock for a few moments when he felt Ryan start to massage around his asshole. Harry slowed his movements and looked over his shoulder.
"I can't wait," he said, pushing a finger inside Harry's ass. Harry stopped.
"Ryan has impulse issues," Tristan said rolling his eyes. Harry looked at Tristan while he talked and in that moment, Ryan entered Harry's ass, too. Harry bit his lip as he felt Ryan push slowly into his anal channel. The pressure was immense. Harry had to force himself to breathe. Ryan quickened his motion, but couldn't get movement so he spit on his cock a couple of times. He used the spit to lubricate the tight hole and soon he was thrusting slowly in and out against Tristan's member.
"Oh fuck!" Harry cried out as Ryan found his stride and pumped into Harry's ass. Ryan didn't pause for a moment, he thrust in and out rapidly until he was about to cum. Ryan pulled out and moved to reposition himself at Harry's mouth. Harry opened his mouth and started sucking Ryan's cock. Tristan started rocking his hips up into Harry again. Soon, he was thrusting hard from underneath.
"I'm gonna cum," Ryan said and Harry opened his mouth wide. Ryan stroked his cock several times and then came all over Harry's tongue and lips. Harry licked his lips and then swallowed all of the cum. Then he started moaning and then in a sudden jerk, Harry came all over his and Tristan's chests.
"I'm next," Tristan said, pulling out of Harry quickly and he came on Harry's lower back, just above his hole. Ryan leaned down and sucked the pool of cum into his mouth. He spit it into Harry's mouth and Harry swallowed it, too. Draco felt Harry's dick twitch. It was that feeling again--the one where Harry's body felt like it was in control of itself in spite of Draco's control. When Ryan spit Tristan's cum in Harry's mouth, Draco commanded that Harry swallow but he wasn't aroused by the move. More amused, if anything. When Harry's dick twitched, it wasn't on Draco's command.
"That was so fucking hot," Tristan said and he and Ryan high fived. Harry laughed. The feeling had come and gone and Draco wasn't aware of any consciousness on Harry's part any more. This was getting weird. But it was crazy fun, too, he thought.
The three men made their way back to the kitchen and snorted some more coke. The hour was nearly up, so they mostly chatted up until it was time to go.
"Let me call you a car, it's really no trouble," Tristan insisted as Harry went to go.
"No, that's okay, thanks, though," Harry said. He was flying high from the coke and wasn't sure he could apparate himself properly. He didn't know where to go even if Tristan called a car for him.
"There. The car will be here in 3 minutes," Ryan said a moment later. "What?" he said as the other two men looked at him. "I was sick of listening to you two arguing about it," he said with an indignant look on his face. Harry laughed again. A car horn honked outside. Harry went to open the door.
"I had a lot of fun, thanks guys," he said before opening the door. Both other men smiled.
"We did, too, thanks Harry," Tristan said, elbowing Ryan.
"Oh, yeah, very good time," Ryan said. He nodded vigorously. Harry went out and got in the back seat of the car.
"Where are we going?" the driver said. It was a woman in her thirties who looked like she was always about to yell about something. She didn't look thrilled to be picking up Harry in this neighborhood and he could tell she wanted to get a move on. He gave her the only other address he knew in London and they were on their way.
Harry realized he had Evan's phone and decided to text him from the street in front of his house. Evan looked out the window holding his phone in one hand. He waved at Harry and motioned for him to use the call box. Soon, Harry was standing in Evan's entryway.
"Is everything alright? Where are you hurt?" Evan demanded the moment the door was closed. He was looking Harry over and grabbed his head and looked into his eyes. "Are you high?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"So high. So very, very high," Harry said happily. He was buzzing. Standing here was too still. He went inside and took off his coat. He couldn't hold still.
"What did you take?" Evan asked, still smiling, but also concerned.
"Coke. We snorted a lot of coke," he said and started laughing. Evan laughed, too, even though there wasn't a joke. Harry was really funny when he was high.
"Is this the first time you've snorted coke?" Evan asked as Harry walked into the bedroom. He was opening Evan's dresser drawers and closing them again without looking inside. He was agitated.
"Yes," Harry said as he went into the bathroom. "I need something to do. Or someone to do me," Harry came out of the bathroom and announced. "How about it?" he said looking at Evan. Evan moved faster than Harry had ever seen. He had Harry up against the wall and was kissing him passionately.
Harry wrapped his legs around Evan's middle and held on around his neck. Evan carried him to the bed and laid him down. They both stripped out of their clothes and Evan pressed his hardened member into Harry. He started pumping in and out fast.
"Did you let them kiss you Harry?" he asked forcefully a few moments later.
"Yes," Harry said, reluctant to answer. He felt the slap hit his left ear.
"Did they wear condoms?" Evan asked, an edge to his voice.
"No," Harry said in a low voice, already cringing in preparation for the next slap. But instead of slapping his face, Evan pinched his nipple and twisted. Harry cried out but his dick twitched. Draco felt the twitch and knew that Harry's body was reacting again. He didn't have time to think about it, though, because Evan was asking him another question.
"Did they cum in your ass?" Evan snarled. He was pumping hard into Harry erratically, holding him by the calves of Harry's legs.
"No, sir," Harry said emphatically.
"Where did they cum?" he asked, tightening his grip on Harry's nipple again. Harry cringed again from the pressure on his nipple. Evan pumped deep into Harry and Harry bucked his hips up. Evan found Harry's prostate and was rocking into it. Harry could barely speak as he felt the sensations ripple throughout his lower half.
"On my face, sir," Harry said and Evan slowed his movements. The wait was becoming excruciating. Harry wanted to cum but Evan wasn't ready to let him.
"In your mouth?" Evan said sticking two fingers in Harry's mouth.
"Yes, thirrr," Harry said around the fingers. Evan pressed the fingers in deep and Harry almost choked.
"Did you swallow?" Evan said slowing to a stop inside of Harry. Harry moaned. He wanted Evan to keep going or pull out but not just sit there not moving. He tried rocking his hips up to work himself, but Evan pushed down on his hips to stop him. Harry whimpered.
"Yes, sir," Harry said, blinking his eyes to keep the tears from coming. He was so high and this was so intense. Evan started fucking him again, now harder but still fast. Harry relaxed and felt the orgasm building up yet again. Then the slap came, harder than the other two. Harry shook his head a couple of times to clear his head. He looked up at Evan expectantly.
"Good boy. Always swallow cum," he said and his features softened. He resumed pumping into Harry, the deep inside thrusts that they now both knew would take Harry over the top. Harry groaned and then came on his own chest. The cum spurted up and hit him in the lip. Evan rode him through the orgasm and then started pounding into Harry, intent on cumming quickly. He pulled out and leaned over Harry's face.
"Open your mouth, I need to cum in there," Evan said stroking his cock and aiming it for Harry's mouth. "I want my cum on your breath," he said and a moment later he came onto Harry's tongue. Evan rubbed his cock along Harry's lip, catching the bit of Harry's cum from earlier and pushed it into Harry's mouth. He stroked Harry's neck and Harry swallowed it all down.
"All better, sir?" Harry asked, grinning at Evan.
"Much better. But I still want to fill that ass again," Evan said, slapping Harry's ass hard enough to leave a hand print. Harry flinched. Evan leaned down and kissed him. Harry melted into the kiss. Evan was the best kisser. It was something about how intent he was on kissing Harry--how he made Harry feel so desired. Everything else washed away in a sea of lust.
They broke the kiss and Evan leaned back on the headboard and turned on the TV. Harry was somewhat dazed from the intensity of his orgasm and everything else that had happened. And his head was still reeling from the coke. Evan flipped channels and Harry cuddled up next to him. He was strong and warm. Evan selected a show and they watched in silence.
"So what does Ginny do on Fridays while you are working?" Evan asked when the show went to ads. Drago still had a hard time separating the shows from the ads. He didn't quite get most of the stuff on television but it was intriguing to watch.
"She goes to her parents' house for dinner and stays over," Harry said licking his lips thinking about how hot it was when Ginny ate out Pansy.
"She seriously doesn't know that you're doing this?" Evan asked.
"No, not a clue. I'm starting to think she may be a lesbian," Harry said, finding that his self-editor was too high to do its job. Evan snorted and started laughing.
"Why is that?" he asked between laughs.
"Well, she really seems to like it when she's eating girls out or fingering them or whatever and when she fucks me it seems really mechanical," Harry said pondering Ginny's sexuality.
"Maybe you aren't all that into it, either. I mean, you just came so fucking hard when I fucked you. Maybe you are a little mechanical, too?" Evan asked, teasing Harry.
"Maybe," Harry conceded. The thought had occurred to Draco that Harry may be bisexual. The way that his body was starting to react outside of Draco's instruction indicated to Draco that Harry was kinky. "At home, every second girl throws her pussy at me and I fuck a lot of it," Harry rambled. "But I never fuck guys."
"Well, except the one. How did that go down?" Evan asked. Harry thought about it for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess the one. He's like my rival, or whatever. We don't get along, we never have. He's such an arrogant prick. I was at a party getting drunk and we went in the bathroom at the same time. He looked at my dick while I took a piss and commented about how small it was. So I looked at his, like I said, we were really drunk, and I was like, oh, yeah, it's big. So he's like do you want to feel how big, and I was like yeah, so I bent over. I was mainly kidding and I think he was, too, but then he was inside me and we were both getting off. I don't know. It was over fairly quick. It happened again a week later at another party, but then it hasn't happened since," Harry said. The story he made up had made him half hard.
"Damn," Evan said grinning. "You're a slut," he said laughing again. Harry pushed away from him, but Evan wrapped his arm tighter around his shoulders. He kissed Harry again. Everything else melted away.
They fucked again in the morning before Harry finally left. It was 4 am and Evan kept his promise to fill Harry's ass with his seed one more time. Then he did it again. Harry couldn't walk quite right, but there weren't any cabs around, so he walked slowly to the apparation point. He figured he had come down from the coke enough to apparate to Hogsmeade, but it was going to be nearly 5 am before he was back in his own dorm. He would have to be more careful about time.
It took almost an hour to walk back to Hogwarts. He was later than he thought. He went as fast as he could considering the way Harry's body felt. He decided that it was close enough when he was still in the trees outside the school. He ran the pain and stretching spells and felt instant relief. He ran a quick healing spell, just in case, and then a cleaning spell.
He thought about any memories he wanted to leave behind. It was something he was experimenting with. When he and Ginny and Pansy removed their pubic hair, Draco left behind certain memories so that Harry would know why he was suddenly very bald down there. It had worked, in that Harry seemed rather accepting of the new hair situation and nothing was said. So Draco racked his brain to think of anything he wanted Harry to remember. He decided to implant the memory of what it felt like to have two long cocks penetrating his ass simultaneously. Just a flash. A split second of memory.
Draco finished up and used the invisibility cloak to sneak into the Gryffindor dorms. He reintegrated with himself but didn't rush off like usual. He wanted to see if Harry was awake or would say anything. Harry didn't move except for the even, up and down movements of his chest. He appeared to be in a deep sleep. Draco moved the covers aside and reached down and palmed Harry's cock. Harry's mouth turned up in a small smile and his cock started to harden, but he didn't wake up. Draco pulled his hand away. He guessed that Harry was actually asleep and decided it was safe to take off.
Draco scoured the library looking for books on back shelves, searching behind bookcases, anywhere a book might be out of place. But he couldn't find any more books on possession, or shared consciousness, or emotional bleed-through. He wasn't finding any answers and he was going to possess Harry again in two days. He would have to find a reason to go home over the weekend so he could search He Who Shall Not Be Named's documents and books and the Malfoy library.
He wrote home to his mother saying that he needed to do research in the library. It was far-fetched but since it would be what he was actually doing, it seemed okay to tell the truth. At least about that part. Narcissa owled back that he was always welcome at home, so he decided to leave for the Manor Saturday morning.
In the meantime, he decided that it was alright to possess Harry on Friday. Harry had a date with Evan and then was supposed to help entertain at a party at some mansion in London. He wasn't quite sure what entertain meant, but he was hopeful that it was dirty.
He spent time with Daphne and covertly watched Harry. Harry didn't react differently around Draco, he gave off no indication that he was aware of Draco's activities. Draco was beginning to feel like whatever he thought he felt was probably something out of his own subconscious coming out or it was part of the integration process. He would hopefully have more answers after this weekend.
On Friday he went to Evan's. They fucked and ate dinner--Chinese this time because it was the fastest. They fucked again after they ate.
"Can you come back again, like last week?" Evan breathed into his ear right after he came in Harry's ass. Harry nodded, helpless to Evan in that position. He wasn't getting enough sleep and assumed that Harry wasn't either, but he wanted to stay as much of the night with Evan that he could.
He got ready for his date. Evan stood in the doorway and watched.
"So what did we learn?" he asked sternly. Harry grinned.
"No kissing and they have to wear condoms. And I always swallow," he said winking at Evan in the mirror.
"Good boy," Evan said coming up behind him, pressing his naked body into Harry's back. "Text me right after you call the car," he said. He'd put a car service on his phone. He'd also activated it and gave it to Harry. "Don't forget!" he warned.
Harry put it in his pocket and turned so that he faced Evan's nude body. He went on his tippy toes and kissed Evan on the lips softly. "I won't forget," he said. They kissed until the alarm on Harry's phone went off.
"Oh, I added that, too, since you mentioned that I've been making you 'almost' late for your other dates. Whatever 'almost' late means," he said with a frown.
"Thanks, Evan. You're the best," Harry said holding tightly to the other man. "I'll be back after the party. It may be late, but I'll be here," Harry said breaking away to leave.
"Be safe," Evan called out and then closed the door. Harry got in the car waiting at the curb when he stepped outside. Soon he was zipping around downtown London heading to a mansion where a party was being held. A party that required male entertainers. It was exciting. Even though what he was probably expected to do at the party was degrading and illegal, he never would have rode around in cars in London except for this experience. He was beginning to think that he was incredibly sheltered in his existence as Draco Malfoy.
He arrived at the servants' entrance and was shown to a changing room. He was to put on short black latex shorts and suspenders and a bow tie. He was going to be serving food and making himself available to anyone who asked. At least that's how the person running the affair described it to the group of men Harry sat with.
Harry saw men using some kind of powder in the latex shorts, so he copied them and put them on. He wished he could use his wand. The shorts were tight and pulled his dick unpleasantly. He added some more powder and adjusted himself. A woman walked around the room looking at the young men.
"You, how old are you?" she barked at Harry. She rushed over, a concerned look on her face. "I don't want to be one short because you snuck in here, how old?" she crowed over him.
"Nineteen, ma'am," he said smiling at her.
"My arse, let's see some I.D.," she said. Harry pulled out his wallet. Draco had all of Harry's documentation faked so that he could provide proof of age in the muggle world. He showed the woman the card with his date of birth making him nineteen. It was a farce. Harry barely passed for his actual age of fifteen, much less for nineteen, but Draco had charmed the card to make the person viewing the card feel like the information was accurate and true. She smiled and handed the card back.
"Sorry for that, then," she said rushing off to some other emergency. Harry put away his wallet.
"Hey, I'm Joe, what's your name?" the guy next to him asked. He was young, too, blonde and innocent looking. He had a big bulge in his shorts. Harry smiled. That was not something he ever would have considered a month or two ago, and now it seemed normal.
"I'm Harry," he said, shaking Joe's hand. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked.
"No, you?" Joe replied.
"Nope," Harry said smiling and shrugging. Soon they were lined up and were given trays loaded with four glasses of champagne.
"Make sure everyone has full glasses of champagne. Drop empties there and only take four glasses at a time so that you don't spill," the woman barked to the men. "Now go," she ushered the first two men out the door. The rest of the men followed behind, the noise of the party becoming infectious.
"Let's go that way," Joe said, pointing toward the windows. Harry let Joe take the lead. They passed several tables until a group of men standing by the door leading to the humidor called them over. Harry and Joe offered the champagne on their trays. All the glasses were taken, so the boys turned to leave.
"Wait a moment, boys," a tall man said, stepping forward. He was probably in his fifties, hair graying at the temples, lines forming around the eyes. He looked stern. "How about the two of you step into the humidor with us and maybe we can have some fun," he said in a serious tone. Anyone from outside would think they were discussing stock options or some other business nonsense. But not the business that the man proposed.
Harry looked at Joe with a questioning look on his face. He assumed that this was why he was here, but he didn't exactly expect a group of men to proposition him and another guy. And for what, he didn't exactly know. But Harry was up for anything, so he nodded his head in agreement at Joe.
"Yes, right?" he asked Joe. Joe smiled.
"Yes, totally," he said in agreement. Harry smiled back. At least he was going into it with Joe. Joe seemed like a friend already. The boys walked into the humidor and the other men followed behind them. There were eight chairs lined up facing the front of the room. Cigar cases lined the room, except for one wall at the front. There was one chair facing out on what appeared like a stage. The man from before turned and looked at Harry and Joe.
"Take your clothes off and you start sucking him off," he said first pointing to Harry and then to Joe. He wanted Harry to suck Joe on stage, essentially. Harry started taking off his clothes. Joe stripped down, too, and they walked up on stage. Joe's cock was big. As big as Draco's. It was uncut and beautiful, like Draco's, too. Draco felt Harry's dick make that familiar twinge. Am I hot for myself, or what, he wondered. Or was Harry's body hot for dick that reminded it of Draco? Was he looking into this too much?
Joe sat in the chair and turned it to the side. He spread his legs and Harry settled in between them. Harry started licking up Joe's shaft. He sucked the tip into his mouth and ran his tongue all around it. He pulled the foreskin down and continued his tongue bath on the head. Joe moaned and threw his head back. The men all settled down in the chairs, a couple of them holding up phones and recording the scene.
Harry pressed against Joe's cock and tried to take the whole thing in his mouth. Joe took his cue and pressed his hand against the back of Harry's head. Harry deep throated him. He could hear the men in the audience talking and making approving noises. Harry could feel his dick getting hard. Something about how the men approved of his cocksucking made his dick inflate. Draco wasn't sure if it was him or Harry. The feelings were so intertwined now that it was hard to tell.
He started to choke and Joe let him go. Harry left a trail of spit from his lip to Joe's cock. He took a couple of deep breaths and went right back down on Joe's cock. After a few moments, Joe reached down and started playing with Harry's asshole. He spit on his hand and used the spit to push his middle finger into Harry's ass. The audience was really getting into it now, a couple of guys called out encouragement.
"That's right, put it in his tight ass," someone said lustily. Several men agreed. A hand appeared with a small bottle in it.
"Here," the man handed the bottle to Harry. "Snort it, it's poppers," he said as if that would mean something to Harry. Harry snorted it once and the man indicated that he should do it again. He did and felt euphoria like he had never felt before. He relaxed every muscle and that's when he realized that Joe was positioned at his ass and was starting to fuck him.
It felt so amazing. He was so high and Joe was really giving it to him good. Whatever he snorted wasn't coke, but he felt great and so relaxed. The sex felt so good because he wasn't tense down there in the least. He moaned happily as Joe pumped in and out of him. Joe pushed his knees back by his ears and thrust deeply.
Harry cried out. He let Joe slam into his ass over and over again as the euphoria in his head made him take whatever Joe was giving. The sounds of the bodies slapping together and the men cheering them on made Harry so hard and he felt his orgasm coming fast. He clinched his teeth together and came.
"Oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh," he called out and the audience erupted. Harry spurted cum all over his own chest, yet again hitting himself in the mouth. This time the cum landed right in his mouth as he called out while cumming. Suddenly Joe had pulled out and was cumming all over Harry's chest, too. Harry squeezed the rest of the cum from his cock and Joe did the same. Then Harry started scraping up their combined cum and sucking it from his fingers. Joe joined him and fed him cum, too.
Once their chests were clean, the audience went crazy with applause. Harry smiled at Joe and he grinned back. They turned to the audience and bowed. The man who made the arrangements earlier came over and shook Joe's hand and then Harry's.
"That was great, you two. Just fantastic. You will both be well compensated, good job," he said and they got dressed and left the humidor.
"Oh my God, Harry, that was so hot. Let's get another group like that and maybe we can clear a thousand pounds tonight," Joe said, looking around excitedly.
"Seriously? That much?" Harry asked. Draco wasn't sure but it sounded like a lot of muggle money.
"Yes, that's why these parties are such great gigs," Joe said checking out the different groups of people mingling at the party. He turned and looked at Harry with lust.
"You and I work really well together," he said, pulling Harry in close and kissing him. Harry eagerly kissed him back. They made out for a few minutes, garnering the interest of one of the groups.
"Are they coming over?" he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry saw a man approaching and moaned in agreement. The man cleared his throat as he got close.
"Hello, boys. My group," he waved an arm toward a group of five men standing off to the side, "and I would like to have you perform for us, if you're interested and all," he said. Joe nodded at Harry, who smiled big.
"Yes, that can be arranged," Joe said, taking Harry by the hand. They followed the man into a room that appeared to be an office. There was a large conference table in the middle of the room with chairs all around. The only light was the one above the table. Harry figured that they would be 'performing' on top of the table with the men sitting around the table watching. Maybe touching. The things Harry got into, Draco thought laughing to himself.
Once the door was closed, the man approached the table and Harry could see his face. "We would like for you to perform for us. Something that you think we would like. What we saw out in the main room was a good start," he said motioning toward the table. "Your stage, gentlemen," he said and the other men in the room settled into the chairs around the table. Harry took of his outfit and climbed up onto the table. He sat with his legs crossed and waited for Joe.
Joe was already hard when he climbed up on the table. He reached over and started stroking Harry. He sat next to him facing the same direction. He started kissing Harry. Harry kissed him back and started stroking Joe's cock. They kissed and jacked one another off as the men around the table groped and talked dirty to them.
Joe broke off their kiss and let go of Harry's cock. He pushed Harry back on the table and shoved his legs back. He pulled Harry's ass up and positioned his cock near Harry's hole. He pressed in and both he and Harry moaned. More poppers were pushed into Harry's reach. He took several more sniffs of the delightful liquid and put it down. His head was really swimming now. What he just sniffed accentuated whatever he'd taken before and he was flying.
Joe felt the difference immediately and with a groan he thrust deep inside Harry's ass. Harry moaned and then cried out with every deep thrust. Joe pumped inside him hard and deep in fast thrusts. Men groped him from around the table. Someone was sucking his nipple and someone else was touching his thigh.
Joe started stroking Harry's cock. Harry wasn't used to the sensation. He usually came hands-free because that was Evan's preference and other men seemed to like it if he kept his hands off his cock. But this felt amazingly good, too. Joe started fucking him and stroking him at the same speed. Harry started moaning and then came. Joe aimed it up and it hit Harry in the face. He pulled his own cock out and aimed for Harry's face, too. Soon, Harry's neck and chin were covered cum.
Harry felt another man start stroking his cock and saw that someone was stroking Joe, too. He reached out and started stroking the first cock that he saw. Joe was stroking someone's cock, too. They all stroked one another and other men jerked themselves off all around. Soon, one man after another came, mainly on Joe and Harry.
Harry started laughing when he realized how he must look. Everywhere he touched was covered in cum--his hair, his face, the table. Joe hadn't gotten it quite as bad, but he laughed too as he reached up and pulled some of the cum from Harry's hair.
"Yum," he said putting the cum in his mouth. He sucked his fingers. Harry took the fingers from Joe's mouth and put them in his own. One of the men cleared his throat.
"We only have the room for another couple of minutes, so we'd better clean up," he said. The rest of the group boo'ed him and grumbled, but they began putting on their clothes and wiping things down. The first man they spoke to addressed them again.
"You will be well compensated, boys, thanks for the good time," he said and he turned and left the room. The other men followed him out, leaving Joe and Harry to get dressed.
"So, there was eight guys in the first group and six in that group, so that's fourteen hundred," Joe said, doing the math out loud. "Plus the hundred for showing up, that's fifteen hundred pounds. We just made fifteen hundred pounds!" he exclaimed, embracing Harry.
"Nice!" Harry said, laughing and hugging Joe back. Draco still wasn't sure on exchange rates and how much muggle money was worth, but judging Joe's reaction, fifteen hundred pounds was a lot of money.
"We will definitely be invited back. This could be a regular thing. Let's do these together, alright?" Joe asked, still seeping with enthusiasm.
"Yes, we should," Harry answered, nodding his head happily. He liked Joe and this party was a lot of fun with him. Joe picked up the half-full bottle of poppers left on the table.
"Wanna go back to my place and see where this takes us?" he offered, lightly shaking the bottle. Harry smiled but remembered that he promised to go back to Evan's.
"I want to, but..." he trailed off.
"Oh God, don't tell me you have a girlfriend," Joe said.
"No, not exactly, that's not what this is anyway," Harry said. "I'm supposed to go back to my..." he paused, "friend's place when I'm done here," he said. Joe looked sad but smiled.
"Your boyfriend?" he asked.
"Maybe," Harry answered, not actually sure anymore. "But I'll call him and invite you over. Let's see what he says," Harry said. He was still high from the poppers and the fact that there were more made him very happy. He and Joe and Evan would have a great time together. He pressed the contact for Evan and placed the call.
A moment later Harry's face lit up and he gave Joe the 'thumbs up'. Joe started smiling, too. Harry hung up with Evan.
"He said to bring you home," Harry said and the two boys hugged again. Soon they climbed in bed with Evan and the three romped around in bed for the next couple of hours. Harry hadn't been to sleep yet and was still high from whatever poppers was. He was also very sore again. Draco wasn't sure if he was straight enough to apparate back to Hogsmeade. He made a cup of coffee in the kitchen while Evan and Joe fucked in the bedroom.
Evan was fucking Joe from behind, Joe's ass propped up round and full. Harry felt a mix of pleasure and jealousy coursing through his veins. He liked being fucked by both men, but seeing Evan fuck another man was giving him a bit of trouble. He bit his tongue and went back to the kitchen to drink his coffee.
"Harry, get in here, I need you," Evan called out. Harry walked in quickly, responding to the need in his lover's voice.
"Yes, sir," he said approaching Evan and taking his clothes off. He really needed to go, but Evan summoned him and he couldn't refuse.
"I liked fucking this boy, but I can't cum unless it's you, Harry," Evan said and shoved Harry down face first. He spread Harry's legs and pushed his cock into Harry's ass. He started fucking him hard into the bed. Joe moved so that he was under Harry's head and Harry started sucking Joe's cock. Harry deep throated Joe while Evan fucked him hard from behind. Suddenly Evan came inside Harry's ass.
"Mine," he said, slapping Harry's ass hard. "You always come back to me," he said slapping it again. Joe came in Harry's mouth a moment later and Evan smacked his ass again. Harry didn't think he could cum again. He was worn out and all of this slapping of his ass was almost the opposite of making him hard. Except that he was hard. It was another one of those moments. Where Draco wasn't aroused, but for some reason Harry's dick was hard and twitched and responded to stimulus that didn't get Draco off. He knew something was going on, but all of the sensations of the moment washed over him as Joe reached down and sucked him off to completion.
"Fuck, I'm never going to make it back on time," Harry said, completely overwhelmed by the experience. He reluctantly pushed himself up to his feet and put his clothes back on slowly. He needed to get somewhere private to do his routine of spells. He had to get Harry back before people started waking up. He didn't want to leave. But he forced himself to kiss Evan goodbye. To kiss Joe goodbye. And kiss Evan again.
"I'm going to start calling you my boyfriend, by the way," Harry said to Evan. Evan grinned.
"That's right," he said. "And as boyfriend, I expect some more time together during the week," Evan said in a serious voice. Harry knew he wasn't kidding. Draco didn't know how, but he would have to find a way to get Harry into London during the week. He needed to open a muggle bank account anyway. And figure out what to spend all of Harry's hard earned money on.
Draco used the floo in Professor McGonnagall's office and arrived in the breakfast room at Malfoy Manor moments later. He went straight to his room and fell into his bed. He slept for a couple of hours and then took a shower.
His body vaguely ached. He recorded that and the night before's actions in his journal. He developed charts to record the different things that occurred while he possessed Harry. His research was growing quite extensive and he had many questions yet to be answered.
He had a house elf bring him breakfast in the library and he started going through the many volumes. It was a large library, the Malfoys having prided themselves on their intelligence for generations. The library had been expanded several times and both of his parents had small libraries of their own in their quarters.
It was late afternoon before Draco found He Who Shall Not Be Named's stash of books in the library. It actually took up most of a room. But his father gladly housed the collection within his own family's library because the books were a treasure and it pleased the Dark Lord.
Draco poured over the books until he came across a reference to the old diary that Tom Riddle had once inhabited. Suddenly it dawned on him. Ginny Weasley had been possessed by the Tom Riddle that lived inside that diary. He'd nearly killed her. Draco knew he needed to talk to Ginny about her possession. Maybe she had some answers he couldn't find in books.
Draco gathered the books he wanted to look at more closely and then floo'ed back to school. He was excited to see Ginny and that was weird. He had a boyfriend now. Or Harry had a boyfriend now. It was hard to tell. And that was weird. He had a date with Daphne, and that was about the only not weird thing going on in his life.