Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2008 20:58:34 +0000
From: Mister Fish <fishnifty@googlemail.com>
Subject: Colin's Picture Service - part three

WARNING:
This a work of fiction.  This story depicts sexual
situations between fictional minors.  It may be illegal for
you to read this.


DISCLAIMER:
This is written in British English.  I did not create, do
not own, and assert no rights towards Harry Potter (J. K.
Rowling/Bloomsbury/Scholastic/Warner Bros).  No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement or
defamation is intended.


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COLIN'S PICTURE SERVICE
By Mister Fish

(Part Three)

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"Colin!"  Harry tried to grab for his discarded jumper to
cover himself, but somehow his clothes weren't there any
more.

"It's okay," Colin said.  "Dennis likes it.  Don't you,
Dennis?"

Dennis smacked his lips and grinned.  "Tasty!"

"You- you can't--" Harry stared.  "He's your brother!"

"Er, yeah?"  Colin stared right back at Harry.  "I share
everything with him.  That's what brothers do.  I know you
don't have one of your own," he added, "but you must have
seen the Weasleys?"

"What?  No, what?"  Harry gaped.  "The Weasleys don't --
they would never --"

"I like the twins!"  Dennis said.  "They really like being
photographed!"

Harry couldn't take this in.  He heard someone gasp, from a
distance.  Everything seemed to be at a distance.

"This- This is.  This is wrong," he said.  "I. I've got to
go.  Give me my clothes."

"Not yet!"  Dennis whined.  He turned on his brother.  "You
promised, Colin!"

"I did," Colin agreed.  He smiled.  "Sorry, Harry.  You
don't want me to break my promises, do you?"  Off Harry's
look, Colin nodded at the shoebox.  "The photos."

Harry looked wildly from the Creevey brothers to the box and
the scattered photos, to the curtains and the door, and then
back all around again, before finally collapsing back onto
the bed and covering his head with his arms.  "Oh, god."

He felt a small hand touch his arm and opened his eyes again
to find Dennis looking down at him.  His hair was a little
lighter than Colin's, his brown eyes a little darker, but
otherwise he looked very much like his brother, save for the
sad look.

"You don't have to," Dennis said, sadly.  "Not if you really
don't want to."

There were tears forming in the boy's eyes.  Harry knew --
knew! -- he was being manipulated, but he couldn't help
looking across at Colin.

"What?"  He asked.  "What do you want?"

"What's going to happen," Colin said, simply and with
absolute certainty, "is that you are going suck my cock
while Dennis fucks you, and then I'm going to fuck you while
you fuck Dennis."

Harry gaped.

"Pleeeease?" whined Dennis.  "It'll feel real good, honest
it will!"

"But you're," Harry started, and then turned back to Colin
to finish.  "He's only ten!"

"You're only fourteen," Colin said, "and you let eighteen
year old Cedric fuck you.  You loved Cedric fucking you.
Didn't you just say so?"

"Well, yes," Harry had to admit, "but this is different."

"How?" asked Colin.

"I've done it before!"  Dennis insisted, wiping his eyes on
his sleeve.  "Loads of times!"

"I always share," Colin put in, grinning.

"And we won't tell anyone," Dennis added, "we promise!
Don't we, Colin?"  He looked to his brother for approval.

Colin nodded.  "Of course.  As long as Harry keeps his
promise, we'll keep ours."

"Cubs' honour!"  Dennis said, giving the salute.  "I mean,
wizards' honour!"

Harry looked between them, not knowing what to say.  The
threat was clear in Colin's words -- Harry would be outed to
Ron if he didn't -- but still.  Dennis was so young.  The
top of his head, even with that mess of hair, only reached
Colin's shoulder, barely the middle of Harry's chest.  He
was still trying to decide what to say when Dennis,
apparently bored of the wait, turned to Colin.

"Can we get naked now?"

Colin chuckled, looking at Harry.  "Well, Harry?  Can we?"

There was a long pause and then, defeated, Harry nodded.
What else could he do?

"Awesome!"  Dennis breathed.  He bounded forward to throw
himself at Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and
smacking a wet kiss on his mouth.  Harry automatically
wrapped his arms around the small boy, but he was too
surprised to kiss back.  Dennis didn't seem to take offence,
just turned to say "you first!" to Colin, and then back to
exclaim, "He's got hair now!" to Harry.  "You gotta see it!"

"Would you like him to undress me?"  Colin asked.

"Please!  Would you, Harry?"  Dennis asked.  Harry just
nodded again and Dennis beamed.  "You're the best."  He gave
Harry another wet smack kiss.

"Kiss him properly, Dennis," Colin admonished.

Dennis nodded seriously, shifting in Harry's lap so he could
put a hand on either side of Harry's head, studying him for
a moment before tilting his head and leaning in.  A warm
tongue slid across Harry's top lip, then his bottom.  As
Harry opened his mouth, Dennis unexpectedly nipped at his
lower lip.  Harry gasped and Dennis took advantage, slipping
his tongue into Harry's mouth.  Lips pressed to Harry's,
Dennis deepened the kiss, his small tongue roaming over
Harry's, then pulling back, licking again, then pulling
back, until Harry got the message and let his tongue follow
into Dennis's mouth.  Where Colin had tasted almost peppery,
Dennis tasted salty-sweet, like chocolate-coated come.
Dennis sucked at Harry's tongue, pressed tight against
Harry, so that Harry could feel a not insubstantial hardness
against his chest.

When Dennis finally broke the kiss, beaming, Harry looked
down in surprise.  Colin interrupted him before Harry could
clearly inspect the young boy's bulge.

"Me first," he said.

Dennis scrambled off Harry, who sat up, legs on either side
of Colin.  Dennis promptly snuggled in behind Harry,
wrapping his arms around Harry's neck again.  "Go on!" he
ordered, giggling.  "Clothes off!  Clothes off!"

Harry couldn't help smiling at the enthusiasm even at the
same time the childish glee made him feel weird, a little
twisted and guilty mixed up with curiosity and arousal.
Despite having just come, his own cock had perked up at
Colin's frank accounting and Dennis's artful kissing so
that, half-hard, it nudged the top of his thigh.  Colin
smiled down at it, and then reached out to take Harry's
hand, pulling it to the neck of his robes.

It was simple enough to undo the clasp, and Harry pushed the
robes back from Colin's shoulders, letting them fall to
puddle around Colin's feet.  Colin only had dark socks on,
not shoes; Harry couldn't remember if he'd had shoes before.
Seeker observational skills only worked on glittery things,
perhaps.  Though it was a Saturday, Colin was still wearing
a school tie underneath, so Harry pulled that loose first --
Dennis took it from his hands and draped it over a bed-knob
-- before tugging Colin's white shirt out of his black
trousers and starting to unbutton it.

Dennis started humming against Harry's ear, making Harry
smile when he recognised the tune as 'the Stripper'.

"Brat," said Colin, smiling fondly at his brother.

While Harry finished off the last of the buttons, letting
the shirt fall open to reveal a swathe of Colin's chest,
Colin undid his cuffs.  When he lowered his arms again,
Harry pushed the shirt off Colin's shoulders, so it too fell
away.  For a moment, that almost vulnerable look was back in
Colin's eyes, as Harry looked him over.  The boy was slim,
but not un-athletic; his skin was pale, though a healthy
flush rose in it as Harry touched Colin's chest at Dennis's
eager prompting.

"He likes it when you play with his nipples," Dennis
confided, leaning harder against Harry's back, pushing Harry
forward.

Colin moved forward too and Harry, lost in the moment,
closed the gap to graze the small pink nubs with his teeth.
They grew hard against his tongue, and Colin hummed a little
before gently pushing Harry's head back.

"Trousers," he said, voice a little thick, eyes darkened.

Harry obediently undid the buttons -- the clothes were
wizard made, without zips -- and tugged them down Colin's
thighs, helping the boy step out of them one leg at a time.
Colin was wearing red briefs, pushed out by his erect cock.
Harry squeezed it through the fabric; a little slimmer than
his own and maybe half-, three-quarters-an-inch shorter, but
a good size for the boy.  Colin gasped a little, his eyes
half-closing.

"See," said Dennis, in Harry's ear.  "He's got hair, look."

Colin did, a thin run of sandy-blond pubic hair disappearing
in a line towards his covered cock.

"I wish our hair was darker," Dennis said.  "Then our pubes
would be black like yours."  He reached around to rub his
fingers through Harry's own treasure trail.  "It looks so
cool."

"Uh.  Thanks?"  Harry managed.

"Don't stop!"  Colin pulled Harry's hand back to his cock
and Harry gave him another squeeze.

"Take his pants off," Dennis ordered.

Harry looked up, and Colin swallowed and nodded agreement.
Hooking his fingers under the waist of the red briefs, Harry
lifted them away from Colin's cock and pulled.  His fingers
brushed over the globes of Colin's arse as he worked the
briefs down, and his own cock twitched up further in
response.  Dennis slid from behind him to his side to get a
better view.  Harry had estimated the size correctly but, to
his surprise, Colin was circumcised, a purple-tinged
mushroom head neatly nestled at the top of Colin's slightly
curving four inches.

"You're--" Harry said.

"Yeah," said Colin self-consciously.  "Mum let the doctors
do it when I was born, before Dad even knew.  Dennis isn't
cut, though.  He's -- well, you'll see."

"Yep!"  Dennis laughed, his hand squeezing his own crotch.

"You look good," Harry said, honestly.

"Say he has a nice cock," Dennis immediately prompted.

Harry smiled.  "You have a very nice cock, Colin."

Colin's cheeks flushed, but he grinned.  "Don't forget who's
in charge here."

"Yeah," said Dennis, reaching out to curl his fingers in his
brother's pubic hair.  "Me!"

He pulled at the hair, making Colin yelp and bat at his
hand, and then fell back on the bed giggling.  Colin
promptly tackled Dennis, knocking into Harry too.  The two
Creevey brothers, one naked, one not, wrestled across the
bed.  Dennis let out a loud squeal, and Harry quickly moved
to break them up -- without his clothes, it wasn't like he
was going anywhere until Colin let him -- but quickly
realised that Dennis wasn't in pain so much as being
mercilessly tickled.

Yelps, giggles and yells of "get off Colin!" (with
corresponding replies of "I'm going to!") devolved into
happy noises and then the wet sounds of Colin, on top of
Dennis, kissing him into submission.  Harry watched in
amazement as the brothers made out, hands roaming over each
other's bodies, as if they had forgotten he was there for
the moment.  It was oddly beautiful.  The light, wherever it
came from -- spells, presumably, as there were no torches or
candles in the room -- suffused them, made them as cherubic
as they were pornographic.  Little devil-angels, locked in a
loving, lovers' embrace.

When they finally broke apart, Harry was as hard as Colin.
Dennis lay on his back, breathing deeply, eyes glazed, lips
parted, swollen and wet.  Colin leaned over him, smiling
triumphantly, before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of
Dennis's nose, making the younger boy giggle softly.

"Now I'm the only one not naked," said Dennis, grinning, and
Harry startled; he'd almost forgotten his own state of
undress.

"That's not right, is it, Harry?"  Colin asked.  "I think
you'll have to do something about that."  Dennis sat up,
starting to eagerly pull up his jumper, but Colin batted his
hands away.  "Let Harry do it.  Look, he wants to."

"You're hard again!"  Dennis giggled.  "You have a nice cock
too, Harry.  It's gonna feel great!"

It was hard -- pun intended -- for Harry to remember he was
being coerced into this, when Dennis was so cute and
enthusiastic.  He didn't even need prompting to crawl
forward across the bed and take Dennis's jumper in his hands
and pull it up.  Colin joined in from the other side,
pulling Dennis's T-shirt up too.  Static from the wool made
Dennis's hair stick up in odd tufts, which made Harry think
of all the times his Aunt had tried to make his unruly black
mop behave.  He had been so young then, and Dennis was so
young now, and he really should stop, except Dennis was
already helpfully -- or, anyway, impatiently -- wiggling out
of his jeans.

Unlike the other boys, Dennis was wearing boxers.  They were
baggy and worn and, as Dennis rolled over so Harry could
pull them down over the boys arse, he realised it was
because Dennis was wearing his brother's cast offs.  C.
Creevey was written inside the waist in felt tip pen.  Then
Dennis rolled back again, and Harry realised there was
another reason.  Dennis proudly lifted his hips, thrusting
his own hard-standing four inches at Harry.  Long foreskin
covering the head even when it was erect, a light tracery of
veins beneath the almost translucent skin, Dennis's cock and
balls wouldn't have looked out of place on Harry; on a boy
of Dennis's short stature, it looked positively humongous.

"Fuck," breathed Harry.

"I said he was precocious," Colin said, smirking and pulling
off his socks.

"I'm going to get hair soon, too," Dennis said.  "See,
Harry?"  He grabbed Harry's hand, pulling it to his crotch.
"Feel!"

How could Harry not?  His fingers brushed the skin below
Dennis's cute navel and trailed across the curve of Dennis's
belly.  The boy was heavier than Colin, with still a touch
of boy-fat; just enough chubby to be nice.  Harry's fingers
dipped lower, encountering a soft peach-fuzz around the base
of Dennis's cock.  He would have pubic hair within months,
Harry thought with a slight flash of jealousy because his
hadn't started growing in until he was twelve.  Almost of
their own accord, his fingers moved on, wrapping around
Dennis's cock.  The boy sighed happily and Colin breathed
something Harry didn't quite hear, though the tone was
definitely encouraging.

Dennis's cock was warm in his hand, twitching, soft and hard
all at once.  Harry slid his hand up, then slowly pumped it
down, stretching Dennis's foreskin about his cockhead.  The
boy made enthusiastic noises, so Harry went the whole way,
skinning Dennis back until the purple-pink cockhead slipped
out into view.  Possessed of some uncontrollable impulse,
Harry leaned down to lick it.  The faintly soapy taste
quickly disappeared, leaving only Dennis, who moaned softly
as his hips jerked up again, sliding his cock against
Harry's tongue.

Hands caught Harry's shoulders, pulling him back, and he
made a noise of protest, but Colin was adamant.  "It's my
turn to get sucked.  Don't worry, you'll get all of Dennis
soon enough."

"Mmmm," Dennis said, lifting his head lazily, eyes a little
glassy.  "He's good, Colin."

"I know."  Colin aimed a kick at the shoebox.  "I've seen."

That brought Harry back to himself.  He knew Colin was
trying to reassert dominance, that he shouldn't give in to
it, but just as he couldn't help licking Dennis -- fuck,
he'd sucked a ten-year-old's cock, he was such a pervert --
he couldn't help this, either.

"Come on, then," he sighed.

"You can do better than that," Colin said, moving further up
the bed so he could lean against the wall, legs spread in a
v pointing at the cock he was slowly stroking.  "Ask me
nicely, Harry."

Harry started to speak, but was surprised to be interrupted
by Dennis quietly saying, "Don't be mean, Colin."

An expression Harry couldn't identify slipped across Colin's
face, before the boy ducked his head and sighed.  "Sorry,
Dennis.  Harry."  He held a hand out.  "Come here.  Please?"

Shuffling forward on his knees, Harry automatically moved
towards Colin's crotch, but Colin's hands caught him, tugged
him up and forward, and he ended up sprawled out on the
smaller boy, their heads together and Colin's cock rubbing
against his belly.

"Does it hurt?"  Colin asked, his fingers tracing Harry's
scar.

Harry shook his head, vaguely aware of Dennis moving in
behind him.  Colin pressed a kiss against the scar and then,
when Harry closed his eyes, against Harry's eyelids, the tip
of his nose, the corner of his mouth.

"Please," Colin whispered.

The whole thing was too complicated for thinking.  Harry
reached up a hand to run his fingers through Colin's hair,
trailing them through the thick mess of soft mousey strands
before cupping his hand against the back of Colin's head and
pulling him into a slow, deep kiss.  Colin's arms went
around him, hands roaming Harry's back, to be joined be
Dennis's.  Crouched between Harry's legs, Dennis traced
Harry's spin down, first with his fingers and then with soft
kisses that made Harry shiver and moan against Colin's lips.
The noises escaping him got louder as Dennis's small hands
squeezed his arse, as Dennis's fingers slipped down his
cleft to stroke slow circles about his entrance.

Colin broke the kiss to rest his forehead against Harry's,
breathing hard.  "You'll like this."  His hands stroked
Harry's shoulders, while Dennis's hands spread his arse
cheeks.  "Just relax."

Expecting fingers, Harry tried; he squeezed involuntarily
when, instead, something warm and wet licked a swathe across
his hole.  "Fuh--!"

He turned to look back over his shoulder.  Dennis waggled
his stuck-out tongue before sticking his face back in
Harry's arse, licking him again.

"Cedric never did that, huh?"  Colin asked against Harry's
ear.

"Nuh-no," Harry managed.

"Good?" asked Dennis.  He pressed his tongue against Harry's
hole, licking slow circles around the rim, grinning a little
when Harry moaned and shuddered and grinning a lot when
Harry made a noise of protest as Dennis lifted his head
again.  "All clean?"

"Of course," Colin said.  "I charmed the plug; like a
magical enema without the mess."

"The mess is half the fun of an enema," Dennis retorted.

"What's an enema?"  Harry asked, and the Creeveys both
laughed.

"Something for another day," Colin said.  "You know
protection charms, at least?"

"Sure?" said Harry confused.  "We did them in Charms - sex
ed.  But guys can't get pregnant."

"Harry!"  Colin admonished, wriggling out from under him to
retrieve his wand.  "You should always use protection.  It
prevents the spread of disease and it renders body fluids
inert, so you can't get anyone pregnant."

"And they can't use your jizz for dark potions," Dennis put
in.

Colin pulled a face.  "Can't you just say 'come', Dennis?"

"Jizz is fun to say," Dennis said, laughing.

"Kids," said Colin, giving Harry a conspiratorial eye-roll,
only barely hiding a smile.  He performed the charms,
stroking his wand tip against Harry's cock and touching it
to Harry's lips.  A light tingle rushed through him, leaving
an oddly minty after taste that quickly faded when Colin
kissed him again.  "There.  Now you're all ready."

"Come on!"  Dennis said impatiently.

Colin discarded his wand once more, returning to his
position against the wall.  Legs spread, he took the base of
his cock between his thumb and first two fingers and waggled
it at Harry.  Licking his lips, Harry crawled forward, his
hands going to Colin's thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles
as he leaned down and took Colin's cock in his mouth.
Colin's free hand dropped to play with Harry's hair as Harry
gently sucked, the other still stroking his cock until Harry
replaced it with his own.  Dennis pressed his mouth to
Harry's rear, sucking at his pucker, and Harry moaned around
Colin's cock.

Dennis made happy noises, tongue swiping in every direction
between slow circles and hard pushes, wriggling inside
Harry.  Pleasant tickles raced up Harry, drooling on Colin's
stiff prick, bobbing his head in accord to the insistent
hands curled in his hair.  Deeper he went, swallowing, the
tip of Colin's cock grazing his throat, his lips grazing
Colin's balls, Colin's hair tickling his nose.  A small
finger, then two, starting a delicious burn, joined Dennis's
thrusting tongue in Harry's arse.  He hummed around Colin's
cock, gently squeezing Colin's balls; a distant moan reached
him, but his mouth was too occupied to grin.

A third finger pushed into him, all three twisting and
rubbing before pulling out again.  There was a small pop, a
jar opening, and when they returned, it wasn't on the warm
slide of spit, but the cool slick of oil.  Harry pushed back
as the lube warmed up inside him and his free hand dropped
from Colin to wrap around his needy cock.  The head was
already slick with precome, but before he could get more
than a couple of strokes in, Colin pulled his arm away.

Mouth full, Harry made a disapproving noise.  Colin lightly
smacked his shoulder.

"Hands off," he commanded.  "We'll take care of that."

"Ready, Harry?"  Dennis asked, and Harry felt Dennis's
slippery cock slide down his crack.

"Go on, Dennis."  Colin tugged Harry's head up a little by
his hair, so that Harry's lips wrapped around his cock just
under the flared head, tongue working the slit.  "Slip it to
him."

Dennis's cock slid up and down his crack a few times before
the boy pulled back to reposition himself.  Harry felt the
blunt head centre on his hole, felt it start to press
against his slick ring and started to push down.  Without
even thinking, his hand went back to his own cock.

"Harry!"  Dennis and Colin simultaneously complained, and
Harry moaned in disappointment as that sweet pressure
disappeared, as Colin pulled his cock from Harry's mouth.

Panting, Harry looked up at Colin -- gaze trailing up
Colin's cock, shiny with his own spittle, up the flushed
chest to meet Colin's dark eyes.  "Sorry?" he managed.

"I know us Gryffindors aren't known for their self-control,"
Colin said, "but you have to do better than that, Harry."

"We could tie his hands," Dennis said idly.

"What--?"  Harry started to protest, but it faded when
Dennis pushed a hand under him to grab his cock.  The boy's
delicate, artful fingers stroked him and then slipped up,
one working under his foreskin to tease his cockhead.

"It's to help you!"  Dennis explained.

"You don't want to ruin anything, do you, Harry?"  Colin
asked reasonably.  When Harry looked back at him, it was to
find Colin running his tie through his fingers.  "Put your
arms behind you, there's a good boy."

"It'll be better this way, honest," Dennis said, one hand
still working Harry's cock, the other tugging at his wrist.

Harry closed his eyes tight, then opened them again, took a
deep breath, let it out, and did as asked.  Colin crawled
behind him, pressing a kiss to Harry's neck as he wrapped
the tie around Harry's wrists and knotted it.  The soft
material didn't chafe his skin, but Harry found he couldn't
move, and he said so.

"Cub scout," Colin informed him.

"We had to give it up when we came to Hogwarts," Dennis
complained.  "Wizards don't have cubs, unless they're
werewolves."

"Or animagi," Colin agreed, pushing Harry onto his back,
bound arms trapped under him.

It was uncomfortable, but not painfully so, and anyway,
Harry was distracted searching Colin's face, trying to see
if the boy knew anything about Sirius, Harry's sometimes-a-
dog godfather.  Colin just looked inquisitively back and,
when Harry said nothing, pulled him around so that he was
lying with his head just off the bed.  When Colin stood on
the floor, Harry's mouth was exactly level with Colin's
cock.

"Put something under him," Colin advised Dennis.

Harry lifted his head to watch Dennis pick up Colin's wand
and use it to transfigure his discarded jumper into a
pillow.  Pulling his legs back, Harry lifted his lips to let
Dennis slide it under him, and settled down on it.  Colin
moved forward to support his shoulders so Harry could watch
as Dennis got back between his legs.  Part of him couldn't
believe this was real, couldn't believe that he could
possibly be about to give his arse to a boy four years his
junior in body and almost equal in cock.  Harry wondered if
Dennis's cock would keep pace with his body, imagined Dennis
at his own height with a, what, eight, nine inch monster.
He swallowed, eyes closing and then snapping open again as
the boy pushed his legs back.

Dennis dipped his fingers in the pot of oil and, pulling his
foreskin back, worked the lubricant over his head and shaft,
before shuffling forward on his knees.  With one hand, he
pulled Harry's cheeks apart, while the other one positioned
his cockhead once more against Harry's entrance.  It slipped
a little, then found the mark and began to press in.

A cute frown on his face, Dennis stared intently down as he
inched forwards, pushing until Harry's ring gave way and the
head popped in, the ring closing behind it.  Someone gasped,
and Harry couldn't be sure if it had been Colin, Dennis or
himself, or all of them, caught up in the moment.  Harry's
eyes started to close again, but Colin reached forward to
pinch his nipple.

"Keep watching," Colin ordered.

Harry did, seeing Dennis's skin flush, feeling each inch as
it pushed deeper into him, rubbing his ring, filling and
stretching his tunnel, seeing those same feelings reflected
in the boy's face as he gasped and bit his lip and pushed
until suddenly Harry could feel Dennis's balls pressed
against his skin.

They were completely joined.