Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2007 10:39:33 -0700
From: Ben Meova <1hungyungun@gmail.com>
Subject: Harry and the Politics Of Romance- Part Three (txt version)

Harry and the Politics of Romance

A fantasy tribute by Ben Meova



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.

Author's Note:

This story is the continuation of my first story on Nifty- "Harry and the
Closet of Secrets". If you haven't read that one yet, you may want to read
that one first. Otherwise many of the situations in this, Harry's second
year as a Hogwarts teacher, may not make sense.

A couple of people have written in and mentioned that the last part
(chapters 4-6) kind of "drug on" a bit. Normally I end up editing my work
before I send it in and try to make the chapters as concise as
possible. With this story the set up is important. I am introducing at
least five or six new characters that never appeared in JK Rowlings books
so I allowed mmyself a bit more exposition (background information and
meanings concerning characters) then normal.

All the characters will fit significantly into the central plot so I had to
explain who they were to keep the continuity of the story going. I am
trying to add the erotic scenes as well, although you may notice that they
are mainly in the second or third chapter (I figure if the reader shoots a
load in the first chapter he may not read the rest...wink..wink).

Plus I figure that people are reading my story because they like my
creativity. If someone comes to Nifty just to find a story to bust a load
there are plenty that are simply erotic and detatched submissions in the
archives that could make a choir boy squeal with orgasmic delight! While I
like including the sex scenes in the story ...(and there will be plenty
more in this story in later chapters)...and the couple of readers pics that
people sent in :p...I am attempting to write a short story with the sex
being an incidental part of the tale not the main thrust of the plot.

Anyhow hopefully at the end of this story you will see why the early
chapters had to be written the way they were...as later chapters come out
it will be a fast read since all the central characters will have been
introduced to the readers...cheers! Comments and story suggestions are
welcomed and can be sent to 1hungyungun@gmail.com




Harry and the Politics of Romance Part Three


Chapter 7- Confessions and Cover-ups



     She had made up her mind, nearly seconds after she made the offer to
her boss. She would make sure that before anything was turned over she
would have the exclusive rights to the story; it would be her name and only
her name on the story or the deal would be off. The exclusive story, based
on the information her brother claimed he had weaseled out of Colin Creevey
last night, would facilitate that.

Janet Wilkes understood that she was just starting out in the business but
she also knew that it was a dog eat dog world in the world of
journalism. Andy Anderson had been a good role model and mentor but after
more then a year of shadowing him she was ready to break out on her
own. She was tired of doing all the legwork while he got all the glory in
print.

So as she waited for her brother to arrive, she re-affirmed her pledge to
not hand anything over to Hamilton unless he agreed to let her pen the
exclusive story herself. That was if her brother had really gained any
information that was worth printing. Janet had her doubts about her
sometimes-unreliable brother.

Unlike her, Elliot Edwards never took life seriously. He did take his work
seriously but that was about it. A practical joker in school and extremely
immature in his adult life at times he was the complete opposite of
Janet. That worried her; her career advancement may be hinging on what
Elliot said he had. Janet hoped he didn't foul this up like he had fouled
up other things in his life.

Janet paced the floor of her flat impatiently as she kept checking her
watch. Elliot, as usual, was already fifteen minutes late. After another
five minutes she heard his familiar knock at her door.

"Hiya, sis," said Elliot waltzing into the flat as if he had all the time
in the world

"You're late, you know," said Janet curtly

"Sorry got held up a bit...mind you be nice...remember I hold the potential
for your career future dear sister."

Janet considered this and her brother was right. Uncharacteristically she
softened her tone and asked her brother if he cared for some tea. When the
tea was served and they were both sitting comfortably Elliot pulled out his
clipboard.

"Well here it is, sis," Elliot said proudly

"Here is what?" asked Janet confused, "it's your work clipboard...so what?"

"Ah...it's not just any old clipboard...it's a special one that I got from
a Muggle spy shop in London. It has an embedded recording device and a
playback option; perfect for catching friends and enemies talking out of
turn...at least that is what the salesman said. I might suggest, you get
your work clipboard, sis, as you will definitely want to take notes on what
you are about to hear!"

Getting the hint Janet grabbed her notepad and the QuickQuill Plus and set
it to "verbatim".

The QuickQuill Plus would, in record speed, write everything that would be
said on that recording- word for word.

"Ready, sis?" asked Elliot with a big grin

"Fire away, dear brother," replied Janet expectantly

Elliot pressed the part of the clipboard that started the playback and
Janet was pleased to hear the voice of Colin Creevey. She sat in complete
awe as she listened to the recording, her QuickQuill Plus furiously writing
down everything word for word at record speed. Just this once, she had to
admit to herself that she misjudged her brother; he had really come through
with more then she had ever expected him to get.

While Janet was busy absorbing the confessions of Colin Creevey, Elliot was
still trying to think of a way of explaining just how he got the
information from Creevey, if his sister asked, without outing
himself. Clearly he couldn't tell his sister the truth. Every time Creevey
mentioned something about the boys, or anything gay related for that
matter, his sister pursed her lips and shook her head in obvious disgust.

Elliot could thank his father for being the one that taught Janet to hate
gay folk. Their father was a Muggle and had fallen into the trap organized
man-made religion created for gullible people like their father. His
religion, that was supposed to be following the teachings of a gentle and
kind prophet, a man that loved nearly everyone he came in contact with, had
been bent and twisted into a justification for hate over the centuries
since the prophet was crucified.

Countless times he heard his father justifying his hate of "queers' or his
dislike of others different from him by quoting obscure verses from the
book he carried around. Sadly there were many like his father; justifying
hate and putting words in the mouth of the prophet they name themselves
after that the prophet never said. When the letter came for Janet, from
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, all hell broke loose. His
mother finally admitted to their father that, she too, was a witch and that
she had attended that very school.

It was unacceptable to their father; after all, he said during a
particularly nasty fight, those who practiced his particular religion
burned witches at the stake hundreds of years ago...it was against "his
god" and he wouldn't stand for it. When their mother failed to renounce who
she was their father left and never returned. It had been at least 14 years
since Elliot had seen his father and despite his mother's best efforts the
damage to Janet's belief system was already done. Even though she went to
Hogwarts and seemed to enjoy being "just like mom" she retained some of the
hate and irrational fears that their father had ingrained into her
subconscious.

So it was no wonder Janet was a homophobe; she had learned by example. And
after all that is how children learn to hate. They don't pop out of the
womb hating gays or hating people that have different skin colors or
religious beliefs from the start. The adults that raise them teach them and
consequently they force their bigotry on the innocent minds of their young
children. At least that was the theory Elliot had come up with over the
years.

Elliot didn't fall into that trap because when he was twelve, to his
horror, he found that he was sexually attracted to other boys. Despite his
best efforts to imagine his female classmates naked when he jerked off
nothing could erase the memory of his male mates he saw in the showers. It
was a frustrating time for a twelve year old and he learned, early on, that
it was best to keep his sexual orientation to himself.

The best way to do that was to act homophobic himself. As he got older, he
and his other Slytherin mates would target boys that were younger and
weaker. They would pick out the ones they thought were "puffs" and they
would make them do whatever they told them to do. If their targets didn't
comply then they were threatened with the whole school finding out that
they were cocksuckers.

Elliot remembered the second year boy, Alex Gardener, who resembled a young
Colin Creevey. Elliot and his mates targeted Alex because he was effeminate
and clearly he was a puff.  One day they had found Alex sitting by himself
by the lake and they made their move. In retrospect, Elliot wondered why
none of these boys ever questioned him and his mates. They had made the boy
do everything possible to them. They took him into a well-hidden part of
the woods where no students would be likely to come.

They forced the nearly hairless blond boy to strip down naked and made him
get down on his knees. Elliot and his two mates then pulled out their
sizeable cocks and made the boy suck each one in turn. When it became clear
that Alex was getting into it, his 4-inch hardon standing straight up and
pointing towards his belly, Elliot and his mates made the boy their sex
slave for the year.

It always started the same...they made Alex strip down and start off by
sucking each teen into hardness. While Alex sucked on Elliot's dick his
mates would be forcing the boy's head down on the cock. They would tie the
boy's hands behind his back so he wasn't allowed to touch his own
cock. When they all were suitably hard they all laid down on the ground and
made the boy sit on their cocks...one after the other.

Elliot again wondered why the boy never questioned them, when they would
call him names like "puff" or "queer" in hallways of the castle. Elliot and
his mates were just as hard and horny as Alex and they all always shot one
or two loads. Rarely will a truly straight person get hard, let alone have
multiple orgasms with another male, so Elliot always found it strange that
the boy never questioned their sexual orientation.

His remembering was interrupted by his sister's voice.

"Earth to Elliot...are you awake?"

"Oh right, sorry...not much sleep last night," apologized Elliot suddenly
aware that his cock had hardened a bit while he was thinking of Alex. He
adjusted himself in the chair so Janet hopefully wouldn't notice.

"I said...how can I get a copy of what you recorded on that thing?" asked
Janet slightly perturbed

"Well you can't really...but I don't need it now so you take it sis. Now
there is the matter of the thousand galleons your boss promised. When do
you think I might be seeing that?"

"Always looking out for number one aren't you? What is it...found another
slut you are going to waste money on, dear brother?"

"Yeah...something like that," said Elliot avoiding eye contact with Janet

"Well first I am going to write the story...if Hamilton let's me have the
exclusive then all will be well...if not...well we can deal with that
later"

"So in a few days then?"

"Perhaps sooner, again, if all goes well."

Elliot hoped it would go well, he needed to pay back the money he owed some
less then ethical people soon so sooner would be better then later.

He gave Janet the clipboard and then made an excuse so he could get home
quickly. His balls wanted some release after remembering Alex
Gardener...maybe one day, real soon, he would try to find him and apologize
for the way he treated the boy all those years ago.

When Elliot left Janet went straight to work, penning what she hoped would
be the career boosting scoop of the century that would finally lift her
into the journalism elite's stratosphere.


Chapter 8- London Calling


    The getaway was Ron's idea; there were just too many prying eyes these
days in Hogsmead. Harry could have come visit at Ron's flat but with all
the people that were around trying to prove that Harry Potter was indeed
gay, and partnered with none other then the Minister of Magic's son, Ron
thought it best to spend the weekend elsewhere.

Ron was proud that Harry was a Hogwarts teacher but that job definitely had
its down sides. Since Harry actually lived where he worked, namely at
Hogwarts, Ron could only hope to see him on the weekends. But Harry was
happy teaching so Ron tried to get by the inconvenience. Still there were
many weeknights, when he was stuck jerking off himself, when he wished his
lover were by his side, in bed and making love with him. It was frustrating
to say the least, so Ron wanted to make the most of the weekend he had
planned.

So before the weekend came Ron made reservations at a hotel in London...not
the usual spots wizards go but at a Muggle hotel. He had converted his
wizard money into Muggle currency so the two days in London could be spent
completely away from everyone who knew who Harry Potter was. The only
people they would see, from the wizarding world, for the next two days were
two old friends- Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan.

Dean and Seamus both had jobs and flats in London so Ron, who had
remembered Harry mentioning that he wanted to "get together with their old
mates in the near future" had sent them owls and invited them to meet at
the Muggle hotel. Despite all the negative press, and the Colin Creevey
story as a whole, both Dean and Seamus remained loyal friends to Harry and
Ron. Harry and Ron weren't sure if their two friends knew that they were
lovers; both Dean and Seamus had blown off the Daily Prophet stories as
rubbish. But just to play it safe Ron and Harry agreed to play it as
"straight as possible" when their friends arrived. That is why Ron had
selected a room with two beds instead of one.

Harry was grateful as well; the first week of classes were a drain on
him. Not because of the workload but because it seemed like every student,
in every class treated him as if he had a contagious disease...as if they
would "catch fagitis", as Harry had said to Neville a couple of days
earlier.

But this weekend Harry would let that go; he was now very relaxed in a
seedy, yet private Muggle hotel with his lover beside him. Harry rolled on
to his side and stroked Ron's hair gently.

"You're not falling to sleep already mister sleepy head?" asked Harry
playfully, "After the fucking you gave me I am sure you are worn down but
company is coming so it's not nap time"

"No just thinking a bit, that's all," said Ron opening his eyes

"I thought we were going to let go of everything and not think about
anything important this weekend?"

"Yes, we were...it's just that...well something is worrying me to be
honest," said a frowning Ron

Harry had a gut feeling all evening that there was something on Ron's mind;
he was never really adept at hiding his feelings.

"What's on your mind?" asked Harry genuinely concerned

"I don't know...I guess I am just worried about the future...after what
happened in the summer I wonder if it is a good idea that you went back to
teaching this year."

"I think it was the right thing to do. Giving up would have meant giving in
to the people that hate us."

"I know that, " said Ron shaking his head and sitting up in the bed, "I
mean if more crap happens it may affect us and my dad. You know that the
conservatives in the Ministry are looking for any excuse to get rid of
him."

"I realize that Ron and believe me I love your dad nearly as much as I love
you but I had to go back. If anything else happens we can get through it"

"I hope so Harry," said Ron laying back down and cradling Harry in his arms

Harry gave Ron a passionate kiss and then jumped out of the bed, "Come on
love, let's get dressed...Dean and Seamus will be here in a few minutes."

Ron reluctantly got out of bed, his half hard cock bouncing in front of
him.

"Damn I thought we could have another shag before they got here," said Ron
pulling on his boxers and giving Harry one of his seductive looks, "I am
not that worn out ya know...probably good for a couple of more until the
sun rises!"

Minutes after they got dressed a knock at the door announced the arrival of
the two old Hogwarts roommates.

"Hiya mates!" smiled Seamus as he entered with Dean in tow, " not used to
being in Muggle territory, although it was kind of fun using that
eletator!"

"That's an elevator, Seamus," laughed Harry," Nice to see you Seamus and
you too Dean. You both are looking well."

"We try," winked Dean, "looks like you two are getting on well then?"

Harry and Ron stood there open mouthed; neither expected Dean or Seamus to
know that they were really a couple

"You two know?" asked Harry tentatively

"Sure mate," piped in Seamus, "with all the stories it's hard not to"

"Well you can't believe everything you read in the Daily Prophet," said Ron
flatly, "and why didn't you tell me you know when you sent the Owl messages
back?"

"No point in it really," said Dean, "what we said was that we didn't
believe the accusations about you two molesting those boys. As for your own
private love life...well that's your business...not ours...you are still
good mates regardless."

"Absolutely...listen me and Dean are ok with you two being a pair. You
always were in school. So what if you have a shag as well?...it's no ones
business but your own really and like Dean just said you guys are still
friends so that hasn't changed," offered Seamus

"Plus...," added Dean, "its' not like either of us haven't done a few
things that weren't exactly straight over the years."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

"Really...well maybe you can tell us about one of your adventures to get
the party started," suggested Harry winking at Seamus, "But first I bet you
two are parched...anyone care for some Mead?"

"Maybe...it's sort of private," said Seamus blushing,"but some Mead would
be perfect."

"Seamus still acts like he is a 10 year old and that it is shameful to talk
about sex," laughed Dean patting Seamus on his head, "oh and I would love
some Mead as well, thank you."

"I do not," said Seamus pretending to pout, "some things are just private
you git"

They all had a good laugh over the teasing as the glasses were
filled. After the third glass of Mead was poured and in their stomachs,
Seamus, with Dean's encouragement, was at ease enough to regale Harry and
Ron with one of their naughty tales from their Hogwarts student days.

Harry had to admit that both Dean and Seamus had grown into hot young
men. Seamus was still quite fit and it looked like he had been working out;
clearly the evidence of pumped up pecs were showing through his white tee
shirt. Although he was shorter then Harry it was apparent that he was
packing a nice bulge in his pants. Likewise Dean was a looker as well;
slightly taller then both Harry and Ron he still had the boyish face and
that same creamy brown color that complimented his beautiful brown eyes.

Seamus, who never could hold his liquor, started the story...a story Ron
and Harry had no clue about.

"Ok here is one for you...something we never told you two. Remember in our
fifth year when Ron's dad got hurt and you two had to go back home and to
St. Mungos?" asked Seamus

"Right, we were gone for a couple of days back then...two or three I
think," said Ron scratching his head

"Yes, well Dean and I were in our beds and over in Neville's bunk we heard
the obvious sounds that told us old Neville was wanking. Well we decided to
have a little fun with Neville, as a joke you know. We both got up and
snuck over to Neville's bed and the way the curtains were moving it was
clear he thought we were asleep and he was having a good pull on his cock."

"Yeah, he must have really been into it because he didn't hear us coming
round his bed," added Dean

"Well we were going just surprise him," continued Seamus, "you know just
rip back the curtains and catch Longbottom wanking. So we were just
standing there looking at each other, trying to pick the right time to pull
back his curtains but then we both noticed something else..."

"Actually Seamus noticed me first. We were standing there quietly waiting
to pull back Neville's curtains," said Dean sitting back on the sofa and
spreading his legs, "and I guess the sound of Neville jerking off and his
moaning turned me on some. I never wore boxers under my bottoms so I got a
hard on and it snaked out of the slit in the front."

Dean grabbed a hold of his full crotch to illustrate the point, causing
both Harry and Ron's cocks to stir in their tracky bottoms.

"Snaked indeed!" smiled Seamus, "snake is a good name for your dick, mate!"

Another hearty laugh filled the hotel room and then Seamus continued the
story.

"So getting back to the story, I am standing there and I see Dean with a
boner. The combination of that and the sounds of Neville made me bone as
well and I just reached into my bottoms to readjust. Dean noticed that and
then came closer to me and indicated that I should pull mine out as
well...I guess I was horny enough to not think twice about it so I
did...well pretty soon we forgot about scaring Neville. Both of us were mad
horny as well and we started wanking each other right outside Neville's bed
curtains."

It was obvious Seamus was getting another boner while telling the story; he
blatantly adjusted his cock in his pants so it could point upwards in a
more comfortable position and then continued.

"Well the funny bit is that me and Dean got so lost into our mutual wanking
that we didn't notice Neville getting all quiet. Neville turned the tables
on us and whipped back his curtain. I swear if there was a fly on the wall
it would have been laughing its ass off. There we were, me and Dean, with
each other's hard cocks in hand with Neville staring at us in shock with
his hand still wrapped around his hard cock."

"And we didn't know what to do," said Dean, "we just stood there frozen for
a bit until Neville got up and joined us. After that, while you two were
gone, we were fucking and sucking each other like mad. We never told you
two at the time cause we didn't know about you guys."

"So you two are gay then?" asked Harry totally surprised

"No, we both are pretty much straight but we enjoy the occasional
recreation of our Hogwarts days with each other."

"I see...well you succeeded in getting me hard as a rock and I see you two
are as well," said Ron

"Ya, remembering that day always makes me bone," said Seamus grabbing a
handful of his crotch

"Well let's see then," said Ron, "we'll show your ours if you show us
yours...if that's ok with you Harry"

"Why not...might as well not waste four good hardons," said Harry getting
up and squeezing his cock through his bottoms

They all laughed and then all four of them stripped down. The first to get
naked was Seamus seeing as he had the least amount of clothing on. He sat
back out on the couch and displayed his manhood. Harry and Ron surveyed
their old friend. While his face was still very boyish his body was
manly. A small trail of hair led down to a furry patch of brown pubes that
were hosting a fine looking six inch uncut cock and a huge pair of balls.

Next was Dean and he impressed Ron and Harry as well. His body was totally
smooth except for a small patch of black pubes that accessorized his
eight-inch light brown uncut cock. Likewise Ron and Harry stripped down and
gave their friends a good look.

"Damn Ron, " said Dean licking his lips, " looks like you can give me a run
for the money...that's a nice cock!"

Ron blushed and returned the compliment as he walked across the room and
took Dean's boner in his hand. Harry took a cue from Ron and went down
between Seamus' spread legs and then looked up at Ron.

"Well tyey looks great...how about we see how they taste?"

"You go first...I want to watch you," said Ron who was enjoying what Dean's
hand was doing to his dick

Ron had always been a secret voyeur; he especially liked watching Harry go
down on other guys. It was like his own private porno movie being filmed
live. After a bit Ron went down on Dean's cock, licking the precum off the
pinkish head that was peaking out of the foreskin. Eventually they were all
on the floor and sixty-nining each other.

Harry boldly grabbed onto Seamus' slightly fuzzy ass and found his hole. He
wet his finger and dared to slip it in. When Seamus didn't protest he
pushed it in further. Seamus pushed his ass farther down onto Harry's
finger and pumped his cock into Harry's mouth.

"I want to see you two fuck," said Dean coming off of Ron's cock

"Which two?" asked Ron

"You and Harry...I want to watch that while Seamus is fucking me."

That worked for Ron; he got up and got the lube. When both Ron and Dean had
their holes lubed they were entered and the sounds of two couples fucking
their brains out filled the hotel room. When they all were close to cumming
they all sat in a circle on the floor and each person jacked the cock next
to them. Soon, one dick after another, was shooting loads of cum. When all
had shot their load they all collapsed in a group hug on the floor.

After the cleanup, they had a couple more glasses of Mead and then Dean and
Seamus took their leave.

When Harry and Ron were alone again they decided to head back to bed.

"Well that was a bit of a surprise," said Harry cuddling with Ron, "a good
surprise but unexpected none-the-less!"

"I'll say!" said Ron

"Just goes to show you that nothing is ever as straight as it appears to be
in this world!" laughed Harry

They eventually fell asleep, getting the needed rest for the next day.

It would be a day that would probably be their last, peaceful and carefree
day, for a long time to come.


Chapter 9- Sunrise Surprise


     It was quite the clever ruse; Oliver had to admit that when he finally
heard about how Ian and Issac Isley "tested out" Nicky Lang. Oliver
listened intently, in the privacy of his office, as the twins gave the
report on the Nicky Lang mission. Even though it was late on a Sunday
afternoon, and most teachers frowned on students visiting them on their one
day of rest, Oliver welcomed the report and the visit from the twins.

As Ian explained it, most all students and teachers slept in on Sunday
mornings so it was the perfect time to have privacy. Ian, along with his
brother Issac, had run into Nicky Lang after dinner the previous evening
and they got to talking about the "soccer team" and how much Nicky loved
soccer. During the conversation Nicky mentioned that one of his favorite
things was the sunrise. So thinking quickly on his feet, Ian suggested that
they all get up at 6am and perhaps sneak down by the lake to see it.

Nicky readily agreed and parted ways with the twins until the
morning. Phase one was complete but now they needed to engineer a surprise
in the "loveshack" to see how this new boy, Nicky, would react. Issac went
and reported to Andrew Kelley who agreed to be in the shack and
masturbating when the twins and Nicky were there in the morning. The idea
was to have Andrew wanking and Nicky catching him in the act. If he didn't
freak out and accepted Andrew's invitation to join him then they would know
that the boy was just like them.

So at the crack of dawn Ian, Issac and Nicky woke up and headed down by the
shack on the lake. They sat huddled together as the sun rose over the east
end of the lake.

"I am still kind of cold mate, do you think you could do me a favor?" asked
Ian to Nicky

"Sure what do ya need?" asked Nicky in return

"See that shack over there? Inside there are some blankets and such. Would
you be a pal and go get me one out of there?"

"Sure but it looks kind of creepy...are you sure we are supposed to go into
that thing?"

"Oh yes, it is just a storehouse for blankets and other bits for when we
students are down here by the lake."

"Alright then, I'll be back," said Nicky heading towards the shack

Ian winked at Issac, "Let's see if Andrew and his big cock will get Nicky's
attention!"

They watched as Nicky Lang disappeared around the front of the shack. They
decided to wait a bit to see if the plan would work. Earlier Andrew had
removed the charm on the shack that would repel all non-PP members...so the
new unofficial member, Nicky Lang, could approach it with ease.

Nicky surveyed the old and broken down shack and noticed, thankfully, that
someone had left a light on inside. Still quite unsure about what sort of
crawling creatures may have been in the shack he tentatively peered in the
crack in the well-worn door. Nicky's eyes widened immediately and he went
into a brief state of shock.

He didn't see a creepy crawler; he saw the image of seventh year student
Andrew Kelley, with his six and half inch fat cock in his hand as he slowly
was stroking it.  Nicky wasn't sure what to do. Part of him thought about
running back and telling the twins but the stiffer part, between his legs,
told him to keep peering in the door crack.

He watched transfixed as Andrew languidly masturbated and occasionaally
rubbed the precum around hisfat cockhead. Nicky pulled out his little
nearly hairless cock and squeezed it tightly as he watched Andrew bend down
and lick the tip of his own dick. Despite himself Nicky gasped aloud; he
had never even considered that someone could lick their own dick and it
surprised him to say the least. Suddenly aware that Andrew must have heard
him Nicky stood frozen with his little hardon still in his hand.

Andrew moved quickly to the door and pulled it open.

"You might as well come in, boy, and have a good look," said Andrew waving
his dick at the startled boy

Ther wasn't much Nicky could say. After all he was caught red handed,
standing outside the door spying on Andrew with his own bonet in his own
hand. So just as planned Nicky entered the shack unsure about what was
going to happen next.

"So I guess you caught me and apparently you like what you are seeing,"
said Andrew sexily pointing at Nicky's still hard dick

"I was just...getting...blanket..." was all Nicky could spurt out

Andrew moved closer and reached out and moved Nicky's hand out of the
way. Nicky didn't resist as Andrew pulled Nicky's pants all the way down
and surveyed the boy.

"Not bad for an eleven year old," said Andrew licking his lips

"Eleven and three quarters," muttered Nicky who dared to reach out and
grasp the thickness of Andrew's dick

"Ah, right, sorry bout that mate...so I guess you like doing things with
other boys?"

"Well I never really have done anything for real; just had some wanks after
seeing my mates in the showers and all," blushed Nicky

"Then this is your lucky day...what's your name?"

"Nicky...Nicky Lang"

"Well Nicky...Nicky Lang, let's see how you like this!"

Andrew went down on his knees so the boy's cock was at eye level. It really
wasn't bad for a boy Nicky's age. It already had some thickness and was
about 4 inches or so. There was just the trace of brownish pubic hairs
encircling the root of the boy's dick ever so faintly. There couldn't be
more then ten of the damn things, thought Andrew as he grasped a couple of
short, wispy pubes between his fingers with one hand while feeling Nicky's
balls with the other. His balls were smooth, yet sizable, as was his little
bubble butt.

In one quick motion Andrew took the whole of Nicky's stiff dick into his
warm mouth. Nicky couldn't believe how incredible the older boy's mouth
felt on his dick. He had heard about boys doing this...particularly the
rumors that the boys that were in that Potter's Protégés group did this
sort of thing, but he never thought it would happen to him this soon.

Meanwhile Ian and Issac had snuck around to the door of the shack and were
taking turns peeking in after they re-cast the charm that would keep
everyone that was not a PP member away from the shack. They watched
hungrily as Andrew guided Nicky through his first boy on boy sexual
encounter. Of course both twins had their cocks out and were stroking each
other.

When Ian noticed that Nicky was on all fours and apparently busy giving his
first blowjob they opened the shack's door slowly and went in. Nicky's
smooth little ass was facing them and both twins looked at each other. With
a wink and a grin they moved towards Nicky and knelt down.

Nicky apparently noticed that others had entered the shack and he came off
of Andrew's cock. He looked behind him; eyes full of shock and horror. Oh
shit, he thought, the twins have caught me! But before he could speak the
twins smiled at him and winked. Ian put his hand on Nicky's head and guided
it back to Andrew's still hard cock. As Nicky resumed sucking off Andrew
both twins inspected the boy's ass.

Ian licked around the left cheek while Issac licked the right one. The
twins met in the middle of Nicky's ass; the target being his tight little,
pink hole. They paused for a moment and gave each other a tongue kiss and
then spread the boy's ass crack further. Both twin tongues licked and
probed Nicky's pink hole that was quivering with obvious delight. They knew
he liked it because he was moaning softly as Andrew fucked the boy's mouth
harder.

"How about we show him what fucking is all about?" asked Ian to Issac

"Brilliant brother, shall I take it or do you want to?" asked Issac

"Be my guest Ian...I want to see how Nicky's mouth feels."

They guided Nicky off Andrew's cock and on to Issac's, Meanwhile Andrew
lubed up Ian's ass and soon Ian was sitting on Andrew's cock. Nicky watched
in sexual bliss as Ian bounced up and down, like a pro, on Andrew's thick
cock. In and out it slammed into Ian's ass and Issac matched the speed of
Andrew's thrusts as he pumped his dick into Nicky's numb mouth.

After a little while Issac went down on Nicky and gave him yet another
first time experience; he was able to take the whole of the boy's cock and
his balls in his mouth at the same time. When the fucking demonstration had
run its course they all laid on the floor and sucked each other off in a
four-way chain. Soon cum was shooting out of all four of the boy's cocks
and into all four boy mouths.

When they all caught their breath, Ian smiled at Nicky, "Well I guess this
means you will be a good member of the PP now that we have seen what you
can do! That is if you want to be a member..."

"Oh, yes, please...I had a feeling that group was for boys like me and
well...you guys too...so yes...yes I want to join it," said Nicky giving
Ian a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"It's done then...come on and let's get up to breakfast before some one
notices we are gone," suggested Issac pulling on his pants

"So, Coach," said Ian back in the present, "that is how we did it. I hope
you didn't mind us telling Nicky he could join without checking with you
first?"

"No it's fine," said Oliver, "he is apparently one of us"

"So are you coach..." said Issac winking because he noticed the bulge in
Oliver's shorts

Without warning Ian moved around to the back of Oliver's desk opposite
where Issac was standing. They both quickly dropped to their knees and,
despite Oliver's feigned protests, they pulled Oliver's hard and wet cock
out of the side of his shorts.

With Ian on one side and Issac on the other the twins started licking up
and down the length of Oliver's cock. Their coach closed his eyes and
enjoyed the sensations the twin tongues were giving him. He reached down
and put a hand on each twin's head. First Issac took his coach's fat uncut
cock in his mouth and then Ian took his turn.

As Ian swallowed Oliver nearly whole, Issac moved down to Oliver's hairy
balls...popping one at a time into his mouth.

"Well isn't this nice..." said a voice that didn't belong to Oliver or the
two twins that were between his legs, "a bit of extra credit help, I see?"

Oliver opened his eyes in total shock...there, in his office, was his
boyfriend Neville Longbottom.

"I can explain, Neville," pleaded Oliver as he jumped up nearly knocking
both twins to the floor. The door dammit, thought Oliver, I didn't lock the
locker room door!

"Save it...Coach Wood," said Neville coldly as he turned and left the
office, madder then Oliver had ever seen him.

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THAT'S IT FOR PART THREE- IF YOU HAVE IDEAS FOR THE NEXT PART FEEL FREE TO
WRITE ME AT: 1hungyungun@gmail.com

cheers!

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POTTER'S PROTEGES INCLUDE:

1st year:
Nicky Lang

3rd year:
Michael O'Toole, Martin Mackey

4th year:
Lonnie Livingston, Marcus Long, Eric Lynn

5th year:
Ian and Issac Isley, Sam Chang, Stevie Millsack,

6th year:
Alan Keyes, Patrick Donnelly, Rafael Ortega

7th year:
Thomas Greer, Andrew Kelley, Earl Craig
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