Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2007 13:49:22 -0700
From: Ben Meova <1hungyungun@gmail.com>
Subject: Harry's Closet of Secrets- Part Four

Harry's Closet of Secrets
A fantasy tribute by HungYungUn

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.

The only thing that is true about the characters or those who played them
in film is the reference to Harry's "cut penis". An online friend actually
saw the show EQUUS and she verified that Daniel Radcliffe is indeed cut!
The black and white picture that is floating around the net is a "slash"- a
Photoshopped pic of Daniel with someone else's penis attached to him. I
have the photo of the model whose penis is attached to the fake Dan
Radcliffe pic if anyone wants proof that it is a fake.

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.

CORRECTION- In Part Three I refered to Sam as "Sam Cho"....it is not a
different character, it is still SAM CHANG, Cho Chang's younger brother. I
caught my boo boo after I had sent in Part 3...sorry about that :p

Loads of thanks to all of you that have wrote in and have given me the
thumbs up for this story. I really do appreciate the positive feedback and
it is encouraging me to write more for you all. Comments, feedback and
suggestions for the next part are welcome and can be sent to
1hungyungun@gmail.com



Harry's Closet of Secrets Part Four


Chapter 11- Potter's Protegees


     The experience with Harry was fabulous, Neville had to admit that. The
only trouble was that the both of them got so horny that Harry completely
forgot to help Neville with the original reason for Neville's visit. For
the next couple of weeks Neville was very formal with Angelo.  Despite
Neville's best efforts at acting aloof Angelo persisted and appeared to be
flirting with his teacher every time they found themselves alone. Every
chance Angelo got he took advantage of time alone with his teacher, wearing
thin Neville's thick coat of protective armor.

Three weeks into the second term things came to a head.

In the Greenhouse the students were given aprons to wear so as not to dirty
their clothes. Today Angelo had come up to Neville, under the guise of
inquiring about the assignment they were doing. He had cornered Neville in
an isolated area of the Greenhouse. In between the thick tangles of Lochlip
Leaves Angelo lifted his apron and flashed Neville with his 5 inch
stiffy. Neville had reached his limit and quite frankly he was particularly
horny.

Despite himself he reached out and took hold of the boys rock hard penis.

"I knew you would like that Professor," cooed Angelo as he felt Neville's
large hand slide up and down his teenage wood.

Angelo, emboldened by the fact that his crush, his teacher, Professor
Longbottom, was stroking his cock grabbed a handful of Neville's
lengthening manhood. He was about to pull it out when he was startled by a
loud female voice.

"Professor Longbottom, Professor Longbottom Kevin Allistor has his arm
stuck in the Devil's Snare!"

"Damn" muttered Angelo

"Just as well," said Neville regaining his sensibility, "look this just
isn't right. You need to be with other gay teens. There is a meeting in the
DADA classroom tomorrow at 7pm. I want you to be there. You will be
pleasantly surprised. In the meantime, keep your dick in your pants. I have
to go rescue Kevin."

Neville sped away thankful that an emergency stopped him from crossing a
boundary that he wasn't really ready to cross.

~ Luckily it wasn't too hard to convince McGonagall to allow a meeting of
the handpicked Potter's Protegees. Both Harry and Neville had gone to see
her and they explained that there were some students, in various grade
levels, that may benefit from extra help study sessions in both of their
subjects. McGonagall thought it was a splendid idea and designated it as a
pilot program.

So the first meeting of Potter's Protegees was set to meet.

Included in the club were Sam Chang, Lonnie Livingston, Marcus Long, the
boy with, as Lonnie had so correctly stated, "no ass", Andrew Kelley, one
of his sixth year students, Angelo Marquez, and a few more boys Sam had
recommended. There was a fifth year named Alan Keyes, who favored one of
Harry's old dorm mates- Dean Thomas, another fourth year student from
Ravenclaw, who had silky blond hair that reminded Harry of Colin when they
were younger- his name was Stevie Millsack, another Gryfindor sixth year
with strawberry blond hair named Earl Craig and a Hufflepuff third year,
who reminded Harry of a young Draco Malfoy- without the evil demeanor named
Eric Lynn.

The first meeting was quite formal.  Sam had explained to the new boys, as
well as the others, that this club was not only for academic purposes but
also to bring together boys that had the "same tastes in things". Harry
reiterated that in his welcoming remarks to his small group. Each boy
looked happy to be there, sitting comfortably in the seclusion of Harry's
sitting room. It was a risk doing the meeting in his private quarters but
if asked he would simply say that he felt that the group was more at ease
out of the classroom setting after school hours.

"I am sure Sam has told you why you all are part of our select students?"
said Harry addressing the boys.

All nodded their heads in the affirmative and then Harry continued.

"In order for this group to work effectively Professor Longbottom and I
have come up with some basic rules that should help keep this group in
tact. The first and most important is that anything we discuss here remains
here. Not only will you be learning stuff about Defense Against the Dark
Arts combined with Herbology you will also have the opportunity to bond and
to talk. The importance of confidentiality is paramount boys, no one would
understand that we now have a club for gay teens in this school."

A hand went up, "You mean all of us are gay in this room, Professor
Potter?" asked Stevie Millsack

"Yes you all are so no one has to worry; you all can be open and honest
with each other. So long as you keep whaat is said in this room in this
room it will be a safe environment for you all. Now one of the worst things
that has happened to a lot of you is being picked on by homophobic mates"

"What's homophobia, sir?" asked Eric Lynn

"Well Homo means same; phobia means fear. So technically it means fear of
the same. And some of you...," Harry looked directly at Marcus Long,
"...have actually been homophobes in the past. Basically it means that a
boy who knows he likes other boys, in a sexual way, but cannot accept it in
himself lashes out at boys that can. In other words to keep their secret
safe they point the finger at other boys. This can be very damaging."

"And if can be fatal as well," added Neville, "as some of you know the
constant teasing and the degradation of who you really are can lead to
depression or worse."

"That's right Professor Longbottom. Hopefully our little group can prevent
that." said Harry pleased with Neville's input

"One of the fun things we will be doing is combatting homophobes in this
school. If you notice another student making anti-gay remarks or slurs to
another student let the group know. We will then...redirect...that person
in various different ways. Trust me boys you will like how we will be doing
this. As a matter of fact we do have one from Slytherin we need to deal
with, don't we Sam?"

Sam went on to explain, without all the gory details, about the redheaded
Slytherin boy that was harassing him. Much to Harry and Sam's delight a
couple of the other boys piped in and said, Patrick Donnelly too, harassed
them. Harry promised that he would think of a way to teach the boy a
lesson, once and for all, in the meantime he advised them to stay away from
him.

The next order of business was a lesson, presented by Neville, on various
roots that can be used as a truth serum.

"They are not quite as powerful as Veritaserum but just as effective in a
pinch.," concluded Neville at the end of his presentation

"And that boy's takes care of the formal part of the meeting..." Harry
added, "...oh but there is one more order of business tonight. Please take
a one of these and send them off to your parents. They are permission slips
for a field trip. Our little group, in a couple of weeks, will be heading
out to McCleary's Clearing, just south of Hogsmead. There we will search
for some of the very roots Professor Longbottom just talked about. This
will be a weekend trip so that is why you must send the slips back home and
return the signed ones no later then this time next week."

"Won't it be too cold for an outdoor trip, sir?" asked Alan Keyes

"Yes, but lucky for you Professor Longbottom and I can do magic outside of
the school so our tents will be fully furnished and warm as a baby in his
mother's arms!" Harry said smiling at the boys

The boys were beaming and it seemed as though the first meeting of Potter's
Protegees was a success. The boys talked amongst themselves for a while
longer. After about another half hour Harry announced the end of the
meeting.

"Well boys I am glad you all came and it seems you are enjoying each
other's company. Sadly, since it is Friday night, Professor Longbottom and
I have some...er...personal matters to attend to so you all are
dismissed. Thanks for coming and have a great weekend boys! Next meeting
will be the same time, 7pm, next Friday."

They all got up and filed out with huge smiles on their faces. This is how
it should be, thought Harry, at their ages there should be nothing in their
lives that turns their smiles upside down.

When the boys were all gone Neville went to his quarters to pack an
overnight bag. He and Harry were heading for Hogsmead, specifically Colin's
flat, for what promised to be a fun weekend for all.

Harry packed his things as well. As he was doing so he remembered that
Hedwig had brought a letter for him that he didn't get a chance to read
before the meeting. He went to his writing desk and unrolled the parchment;
it was from Ron Weasley.

--------------- Hi Harry,

Guess who I saw over here? Colin Creevey! I told him to send my best to you
so I hope he did.

I wish I could say all is well here at home. It's not; in fact I have some
bad news. Hermione has gotten tired of being away from her family and she
gave me an ultimatum a month ago. Either go back and work in the Magical
Creatures department at the Ministry or she would leave on her own. I
really didn't like the idea of being a ministry man so I told her I wanted
to stay.

She packed her bags yesterday and went back to her parents. So it looks
like it may be just me again. Part of the problem was the other bad news I
think- not really the job in Romania. A couple of weeks ago she miscarried
the baby. So I guess now I am no longer a husband and not a dad. I am
really depressed Harry so I am taking some time off and will be back in a
week or so to visit mum and dad. I hope I can get to see you. I really have
missed you and sometimes I wish things were back to the way we were when we
were kids.

I'll send an owl when I get back to mums.

Your Friend,

Ron ----------------

Harry felt bad for both Ron and Hermione; he had thought those two would be
together forever. It just goes to show, thought Harry as he rolled up the
parchment, that nothing is ever written in stone. As he prepared to leave
another thought hit him. If Ron was back how would he be able to hide who
he really is and his relationship with Colin?

Perhaps it was time to come clean with Ron. He would run it by Colin and
Neville tonight- maybe they would have some ideas on how to break the news
to Ron that his old best friend was a fairy, as well as a wizard.



Chapter 12- Four Of A Kind



    Harry was happy with the way the first visit with he, Colin and Neville
went. They spent the evening reminiscing about old school times and the
subject of Neville and Colin's involvement in school never came up. All
agreed that it was nice having the time with each other and they decided to
do the same thing the following weekend.

Colin had suggested that Harry lead into the truth with Ron slowly and that
the best way to do it was when Harry was surrounded by support- namely
Colin and Neville. So they made plans for the following Saturday to invite
Ron to Hogsmead and Colin's flat.

As Saturday approached the butterflies in Harry's stomach seemed to
multiply tenfold. He didn't think Ron was homophobic at all. In fact, Ron
had mentioned many times that he thought the reason his brother Percy was
such a stiff git and never would commit to marrying that Clearwater girl
was because he was a closeted gay. Ron had said that the fact that Percy
was gay didn't bother him; it really didn't matter where you stuck your
dick so long as it got you off. It was just the plain fact that Percy was
an ass-kissing idiot that perturbed Ron.

That always made Harry wonder about Ron's sexuality- he always wondered if
Ron had his gay side as well but never dared to explore it when they were
teens. There was one time when Harry was visiting the Burrow- it was just
before his third year at Hogwarts started. Both he and Ron had to share a
room. Harry guessed that Ron thought that he was asleep. He wasn't- he was
watching as Ron stroked on his cock, barely visible in the dark room, but
impressive all the same.

Ron kept looking straight at Harry until he shot his load. Harry couldn't
decide whether or not Ron was getting off on looking at him or just keeping
an eye out so as not to get caught. Either way it was hot, and Harry had to
inch off one of his socks and ended up cumming into it. The funny thing was
that in the morning Harry had forgotten that he had shot a load into the
sock. Luckily Ron was in loo when Harry put the sock back on, quickly
getting a reminder of the hot scene he had witnessed the night before and
the mess that he had made!

So by the time Saturday came around Harry was a nervous wreck. Thankfully
he had some time to spend with Colin and Neville before Ron arrived.

"It's getting worse you guys," lamented Neville to Harry and Colin,
"yesterday Angelo actually followed me into the teacher's loo! I came out
of the stall and there he was at the urinal stroking his hardon again!"

"Damn, what did you do?" asked Harry

"Got the hell out of there. Imagine if Grayson came in and caught me. My
ass would be in jail and fired!"

Uriah Grayson was the head of Slytherin House, not the type person you
would want to meet in a dark alley or in a bathroom with one of your
students jerking off while you were there.

"I will talk to Sam, maybe he can get you off the kids mind" offered Harry,
"still that is kind of hot, Angelo is really an adorable boy and apparently
very sexual."

"Yeah, well remember he is a student and that your cock belongs to me!"
admonished Colin playfully grabbing Harry's crotch

"OK...OK...stop that Colin or you will have to give Neville a show and blow
me!" Harry retorted

"Oh boy, a Saturday floor show...you didn't tell me there was going to be
entertainment!" joked Neville

"Seriously guys, I want to play it real straight, ...well I mean no talk
about things like this when Ron first gets here. I want to ease him into
figuring out that Colin and I are a couple and that you are gay as well
Neville- although he always suspected you."

"Really, was it that obvious?...I bet he had plenty of good go's at me."

"Naw he just said he wished you would just tell us, then if you pissed him
off he could get back at you by setting you up with his brother Percy!"

They all had a good belly laugh over that. The laughter subsided when the
doorbell rang- Ron had arrived.

Avoidance was the key word all evening- Harry avoiding anything that had to
do with homosexuality and Ron avoiding any talk about Hermione and the
pending divorce. The whole night went swimmingly, the guys catching up and
remembering the "good old days" at Hogwarts. The Mead was flowing as well
and finally, around midnight, Ron hinted that he was getting pretty
knackered.

"So where's one sleep?" asked Ron

Momentarily confused Harry answered, "Oh you mean you want to know where
you can sleep?"

Ron could never hold his liquor, Harry mused to himself.

This was the moment of truth; seeing how Ron would react to the sleeping
arrangements.

"Well since there is just two bedrooms and that sofa is like sleeping on a
board it will be like a camp out. I will be camping out with Colin and you
and Neville will bunk in the other room."

Ron sat quiet for a moment, well quiet aside from an occasional burp, and
then looked as if he was going to balk.

"Well, ok but no stealing the covers!" Ron replied attempting to punch
Neville on his arm but missing the mark and falling on Neville's lap.

Neville helped Ron steady himself back up and then showed him the way to
the bedroom. Harry and Colin retired to their own room.

"See I told you," said Colin snuggling close to Harry, "it's all going just
fine."

"I know and I couldn't be happier. I also couldn't be hornier," smirked
Harry leading Colin's hand to his fully hard cock, "think I can get a
little bit of loving?"

"Now your talking baby," cooed Colin as he made his way down to Harry's
crotch, "you know I have been waiting for this all week!"

Harry relaxed as he felt Colin's hot mouth on his pulsing cock. He grabbed
hold of Colin's long dirty blond hair and fed him his manhood.

Meanwhile in the other bedroom...

Predictably Ron found a sudden burst of energy as soon as he had laid down
on the bed. Neville was tired and wanted sleep but Ron kept yapping
away. Finally Ron got quiet, but it wasn't because he ran out of things to
say, he heard something odd.

"That sounds like sex." Ron muttered almost incoherently to Neville

"Naw must be the wind" covered Neville

But he knew it wasn't the wind; he knew it was Colin and Harry. Neville
correctly assumed the the lovers had assumed that both he and Ron were
passed out asleep. Neville desperately wanted to stroke his hardon but he
couldn't with Ron lying inches away from him.

"No that's cocksucking...I would know that sound anywhere." Ron insisted

In between all this Colin had got up and went into the bathroom- the lube
was in there and he went to retrieve it. When he came back to Harry he
didn't close their bedroom door all the way. In his mind the other two were
passed out for the night so he didn't really worry about locking the door.

Back in Neville's room...

Neville was getting harder by the minute because he could have sworn Ron
had reached down towards his crotch and was playing with his cock.

"That's definitely sex," slurred Ron, "maybe Harry is having a wank and
watching a porno"

"Might be the neighbors," whispered Neville

Apparently Ron didn't buy that. Neville watched in amazement as Ron got up
from the bed, obviously unaware that his half hard cock was sticking out of
the hole of his boxers, and headed for the door.

"No...No really Neville...its' out here." whispered Ron, "Come on let's see
what's up?"

Neville got out of the bed as well and followed after Ron. His fully hard
cock easily visible in his straining boxers. They both went into the living
room and down the hall towards the sounds that were coming out of Harry and
Colin's room.

"Blimey..." said Ron amazed, "it's coming out of Harry's room. You reckon
they got girl over and didn't tell us?"

Neville didn't have time to answer. Ron stood there with his mouth nearly
hitting the floor as he spied his best friend, Harry Potter, buck-naked on
his back with Colin blowing him.

"Holy shit Neville, look at that," whispered Ron in Neville's ear, "that's
so fucking hot!"

Neville was now the one that nearly hit the floor in shock. Ron was now
leaning against him, rubbing his hard cock into Neville's thigh.

"Shall we go in and join them?" asked Ron straight-faced

"You mean you...you...like...you like doing things like that with ...other
guys?"

"Ya, I am bi...guess I never mentioned it, eh?"

"Never." said a stunned Neville as Ron proceeded to unleash another
surprise on Harry and Colin.

"Oh shit...Ron...it's not what you think.." exclaimed Harry covering
himself with what little bed coverings he could get his hands on.

"It's ok mate...done this sort of thing plenty of times before...how do you
think I kept Percy from being a total asshole to me...I fed him my cock and
he shut up when we were kids."

Harry was absolutely stunned as was Colin. None of them, except Ron, was
able to speak. So Ron continued prattling on.

"That's a hot bod Colin ...so Harry are you and Colin like...lovers then?"

"Well yes, but I was going to tell you. I really was but I never could find
the right time."

"Well you never really had to tell me. I had a good idea about what was
going on with you two in school. But it really didn't matter to me; we were
mates, best mates at that, and that was all I cared about. I figured you
would say something to me one of these days."

Harry was dumbstruck. Not only because of what Ron had just said but
because he was starring at Ron's rock hard cock that was nearly as big as
Neville's.

"Guess I was right about you as well," said Ron grabbing a handful of
Neville's cock, "how about we give these two some desert?"

Ron led Neville, by the cock, over to Harry and Colin. Ron climbed on the
bed next to Colin and Neville wound up next to Harry.

"Well what are you guys waiting for?" asked Ron with a grin, "let's get to
it."

He swung around and removed his boxers so Colin had a bird's eye view of
Ron's eight-inch stiffy protruding out of a patch of fire-red hair. So
naturally Colin did what came naturally- he opened his mouth and took in
the remarkably sweet tasting cock of Ronald Weasley.

Harry gave a quick glance at Colin who winked sexily at him. That was good
enough for Harry. He and Neville adjusted positions and began 69ing as
well. The room was filled with the sound of four long time friends slurping
and sucking on each other's cocks.

After a while they switched around. Harry and Ron were busy servicing each
other while Neville and Colin made up for lost time. Finally when
everyone's mouths were sore they all spread around the king-size bed so
they were all facing each other. Harry was jerking off Ron while Ron was
jerking off Colin who was jerking off Neville who was jerking off Harry.

The first to explode was Neville...the other three watched as white hot
jets of cum splashed on Neville's chest. Ron was next depositing a generous
load of spunk into the tangles of red pubes. Harry, totally beside himself
at this point, let his load fly as Ron was blasting off. His aim was off
and he ended up showering Neville as well as his own chest. That set off
Colin and he threw his head back, an expression of shear joy on his face,
as his cum hit some of the dirty blond locks of hair that flowed on to his
shoulders.

After the clean-up towels were passed around they all cuddled together and
fell into a restful sleep.

In the morning there were no excuses about being drunk or out of
control. In fact it was Ron who suggested another round of fucking and
sucking, before he had to head off, since they all knew that they were, as
Ron said, "four of the same kind".

All agreed and back to the bedroom they went.

When all was said and done Harry thought that nothing, absolutely nothing,
could top the evening he had just spent with Colin, Neville and the new,
improved, bi-sexual Ron Weasley.

But then again, like Harry always said, nothing is ever written in stone.



Chapter 13- The Odd Man Out


     It was cold and Harry was about ready to turn back. But he had his PP
group with him so he couldn't disappoint them. Damn Neville, thought Harry
as the group walked towards McCleary's Clearing, it was his bright idea to
go root hunting before the winter chill thawed. He had made a convincing
case, saying that the particular roots they were looking for were at their
peak right after the start of a new year, so Harry had agreed to schedule
the trip before the first PP meeting was held.

Finally after what seemed like a hundred miles they arrived at the
clearing. Not a sole was in sight and Harry wanted to get the tents up
before each and every part of him froze solid. In no time at all the tents
were erected. From the outside they looked like ordinary Muggle tents but
on the inside they were fully furnished with a kitchen, bathroom, two
bedrooms and a sitting lounge. The only problem was that Neville miscounted
and didn't get the correct number of tents.

So they were stretched thin and the boys had already paired off. Of course
Lonnie Livingston wanted to be in a tent with Sam Chang. Marcus Long and
Alan Keyes took a liking to each other and wanted to bunk together. So the
four of them took one of the two bedroom tents.

Andrew Kelley and Earl Craig were close and wanted to bunk together so they
shared another two-bedroom tent with Eric Lynn and Stevie Millsack.

Harry had invited Colin along for the trip so they had their own one
bedroom tent and their was another one bedroom tent for Neville...but the
problem was that Angelo Marquez, who was still enamored with Professor
Longbottom, was the odd man out.

The only possible place he could go was with Neville.

"Oh Harry, I don't know if this is really a good idea?" protested Neville

"Well what would you have me do? Make the boy sleep outside in the forest?
Besides I think he purposely hasn't hooked up with any of the others
because he is hooked on you; he wants to stay with you Neville...it's not
like you are forcing yourself upon him. There simply is no choice, Angelo
needs to bunk with you."

So Neville went and told Angelo that he would be bunking with him. Angelo
acted as if he had been crowned king and won the lottery on the same
day. Smiling from ear to ear he went into the tent with Neville to get
settled in.

It wasn't that Neville was a prude; in fact, since he became an adult, he
had really blossomed into what some may say was a cool person. He
understood that Angelo had a crush on him but he also understood the law
and that is what scared him. No matter what happened, even if was a
situation like this where the boy was the one being the "predator" and
making sexual advances he would be the one sent to Azkaban Prison and
labeled for life with the brand child molester.

"The real fucked up thing," Neville said to himself, "is that both times it
was the boy, Angelo, that was molesting me! Yet if the wrong person found
out I would be called molester!"

It was a choice between obeying the law and allowing Angelo to make a
choice of his own. To avoid that scenario Neville quickly rejoined Harry
and Colin to help conjure up the dinner. Harry had been given the spell,
from McGonagall, which they used to make the food magically appear at the
feasts. In reality, it wasn't so much magic as it was a summoning
charm. The Hogwarts house elves, that Hermione never managed to set free,
prepared all the food in advance. A simple incantation would summon it to
the location of the person saying the spell.

Once everyone was seated Harry said the non-verbal incantation and a
variety of different foods and drinks appeared before the assembled at the
table. When dinner was done Neville suggested that everyone turn in early
so they could get an early start in the morning.

"Good idea," whispered Harry to Neville, "I want to have some quality time
with Colin, if you know what I mean."

"Oh right, then, I guess I will just go see what there is to do in my
tent...see ya in the morning Harry"

All went off to their respective tents, all except Neville who chose to
linger behind. He was putting off the inevitable- he knew that. He hoped
that maybe the boy would be so tired that he would drop off to sleep before
he returned to his tent. So Neville sat by himself looking at the stars and
wondering why it was always him that got into unlikely predicaments.

In all the other tents, after everyone got settled, sleep was the last
thing on everyone's mind.

Harry and Colin were snug in their bed, cuddling and kissing. That
eventually turned into full-blown sex. It had been a week since they were
able to get together and both got a week's worth out of their system before
they dropped off to sleep.

In the tent that was housing Lonnie Livingston, Sam Chang. Marcus Long and
Alan Keyes a roaring fire in the fireplace was burning and was the only
light illuminating the room. Each couple was cuddling together; obviously
inspired by the romantic ambiance that the roaring fire was creating.

"Ok, now the rule is we each have to name one thing that turns us on the
most." explained Sam, "it's like truth or dare...without the dare I guess."

"Alright then, I'll go first." volunteered Alan Keyes, "I guess my biggest
turn on is being with a white bloke, I just am not into other black
guys...you know what they say opposites attract."

"Then that is good news for me," added Marcus Long, "cause I really like
guys with tans better then mine, especially when they are as cute as Alan."

"Aww, that's sweet... alright it's your turn Lonnie," directed Sam

"Well let's see, dark hair, black hair really...like Sam's...that's what
turns me on."

Sam leaned close to Lonnie and gave him a kiss. Lonnie had dirty blond hair
and Sam would tease him about his pubes. The first bit of pubic hairs that
grew in a circle around the base of Lonnie's cock were blond but the next
layer grew in browner so Sam was always saying Lonnie had "punk pubes"- a
private joke between the two of them. As far as Lonnie was concerned the
creamy color of Sam's skin coupled with the soft, straight black pubes and
hair on his head made him hot!

"My turn on doesn't have to do with physical features," declared Sam, "my
biggest turn on is watching other people having sex."

"Is that so?" asked Alan, "Perhaps that can be arranged if Lonnie doesn't
object?"

"No it's fine," laughed Lonnie, "I like watching Sam watching...just
remember he is all mine!"

All the while Marcus had been massaging Alan's inner thigh- one of his
trigger spots that always made him pop a bone. Alan stood up and did a slow
strip tease for Sam and the others. He slowly peeled his shorts off
revealing a caramel colored piece of meat with a generous patch of curly
black pubes.

"How big is that Alan?" asked Sam

"About 7 inches I think," replied Alan, "it gets bigger when there is a
mouth on it."

That was Marcus' cue to go down on him. Sam was hard as a rock and he,
Lonnie and Marcus stripped down as well. Sam was feeding Lonnie his dick
while Marcus was giving Alan's cock a good workout. In no time at all the
boys wound up on one bed, putting on shows for each other until the last
drop of cum was shot.

Over in the tent that housed Andrew Kelley, Earl Craig, Eric Lynn and
Stevie Millsack no was sleeping there. In fact it was the noises coming out
of Eric and Stevie's bedroom that got the older boys horny as a drunken
sailor. Both of the older boys stripped down and invited themselves into
the younger boy's room.

"How about we play a game boys?" asked Andrew waving his six inch uncut
cock at the two younger boys that had broken away from their mutual suck
session.

"Ok...what do you want to play?" giggled Stevie

"How about a little game called Master and Servant?" suggested Andrew.

Andrew explained that the younger boys had to do whatever the older boys
told them to do. Of course no one was forced to do anything too terrible so
the younger boys agreed to give it a try. So long as it involved sex so
their teenage hardons would finally go down they were ready for anything.

The only time someone balked at an order given by one of the older master
boys was when Andrew ordered 13-year-old Eric to lick his ass.

"Eww, you really can't be serious?" protested Eric

"Serious as a heart attack, baby boy. You must have never been rimmed
before." replied Andrew winking at Earl

"What's rimming? Is that licking an ass?" asked a perplexed Eric

"Shall I show him what rimming is?" asked Andrew getting a nod from Earl

He had Eric lie down on his back and instructed Stevie to stick his hard,
five incher, into Eric's mouth. He then knelt over Eric and lifted his legs
exposing a pink little rosebud. Earl got behind Andrew and lubed up his
tight ass hole.

"Get ready for the surprise of your life Eric," advised Andrew as he buried
his tongue deep into the boy's virgin hole.

Of course Eric loved it. He started furiously sucking off Stevie whilst
bucking his hips and grinding his ass into Andrew's face. Meanwhile Earl
had shoved his 6 and a half inch cock up Andrew's waiting ass and began
fucking him like a dog in heat.

Soon Stevie was unloading in Eric's mouth. Eric, in turn, shot a load on
his round patch of light brown pubes as Andrew's tongue worked his little
hole. Seeing Eric shoot made Andrew blow his load that was fucked out of
him by Earl. Finally Earl shot his load into Andrew's ass.

After all the sexual fun of the game was over the boys were finally
tired. After a cleanup they went to bed, each snuggling with their
boyfriend in their own beds.

The only tent that didn't have sex in it, at the moment, was Neville's.

He sat around outside for as long as he could until he couldn't stand the
cold anymore. With resignation he got up and headed for his tent. As he had
expected, when he entered the tent he found Angelo lying there, stark
naked, in front of the fire. When he saw Neville he ran over to him, hardon
bouncing up and down as he ran.

This was the first time Neville had a clear look at Angelo- totally
naked. He had to admit that he was a beautiful boy. Not too skinny and not
too fat; he was gorgeous, in Neville's opinion.

If only, thought, Neville he was a few years older.

He surveyed the boy coming towards him. Neville loved how Angelo's hair
gently touched his shoulders; something Angelo and Colin had in common
despite the different hair colors. He loved the way the black bush that
surrounded the boy's fat uncut cock thinned out into a small trail heading
for his cute tummy. Despite himself Neville felt his cock swelling in his
jeans.

"It's about time you came in, sir, you must be freezing!" exclaimed Angelo
leading Neville towards the loveseat by the fire.

"Look Angelo, I am your teacher...."

Angelo put his hand gently over Neville's mouth. He could smell the sweet
smell of Angelo's teen cock on the hand making his cock stir in his
trousers.

"Sir, at school you are my teacher, but here you are my tent mate. I know
you are worried about me being only 14 but I will be 15 really soon. Sam
and I talked about those silly laws the ministry has that says I am too
young and stupid to make a choice. I bet you didn't know that in my home
country, Spain, the age of consent is 12! But here it is 16 for the Muggles
and 17 in the wizarding world. If there was one age where science proved
that teen was actually able to make a decision about who he has sex with
then wouldn't there be one uniform age worldwide- both in the Muggle world
and in ours?"

"I suppose, but..."

Angelo again cut Neville off.

"But there isn't it, is there? That means there is no proof that a
17-year-old is more capable of saying yes or no to a blowjob then a
14-year-old is. There are different laws in different places made by adults
that never, like Sam says, bother asking real teens what they think and
want to be happy. I don't like boys my age, sir, I like men and I like you
a lot and it seems you like me as well." finished Angelo now squeezing
Neville's cock through his pants

"But it just doesn't feel right." insisted Neville

"What doesn't feel right, sir? Being attracted to someone my age or the
fear and guilt that the silly laws make people your age feel?"

Neville didn't have an immediate response to that. After a few moments of
thought, which were quite difficult considering the fact that the boy was
now taking Neville's cock out of his pants, he decided that it was indeed
the fear of the law, not the natural attraction to someone as beautiful as
Angelo.

Reluctantly he let the boy take charge as Angelo helped Neville out of his
cold clothes and into the warmth of the bed. Once there Angelo wrapped
himself around Neville with his head on Neville's chest. One hand caressed
one of Neville's pointy nipples while the other squeezed his cock. Neville
felt Angelo's hardon pressing against his thigh and leaking precum.

Angelo looked up at Neville and then moved a bit and planted a kiss on his
lips. No longer resisting the inevitable Neville opened his mouth and
passionately kissed the boy who loved him.

When they broke apart Neville looked into Angelo's eyes. Yes the boy was 14
going on 15 but those eyes were that of a mature boy who knew exactly who
and what he wanted. And he wasn't looking at Neville in a lustful way, it
was almost like...like love...real love and adoration. So Neville, now knee
deep in the situation, made the most of it.

Screw it, he thought to himself, screw that damn law.  This boy is happy
now, thought Neville as he felt Angelo's soft lips encircling his huge
cock, he made the choice, he perused me after all; he made all the moves on
me. Now he is taking what he wants, what he chose of his free will.

Freed from the guilt and shame Neville let loose and gave Angelo his first
real taste of lovemaking which lasted for well over an hour until the both
of them drifted off into a restful and peaceful sleep.

In the morning Harry noticed that Neville looked a bit out of sorts.

"Have a hard night Neville?" asked Harry passing Neville the toast

"Umm...you could say that" replied Neville

"Nothing interesting happened last night?" asked Harry pressing for the
details

"Nothing to really speak about. I set boundaries and all was well." Said
Neville flatly

Neville quickly changed the subject to the root hunt the group would be
embarking on later that morning.  Even with Harry Neville was uncomfortable
admitting that he had made love to a student and a fourteen year old one at
that.

The rest of the day Neville didn't mention a word about what had happened,
not even to Harry and Colin. He had made Angelo swear to keep it secret. So
far the boy had kept his word. As they headed back to Hogwarts, after
finding an assortment of roots, Angelo had kept his mouth shut.

The thing that was bothering Neville was whether or not it would stay that
way or would someone eventually find out if Angelo had a slip of the
tongue?

When they got back to the castle McGonagall greeted them.

"So boys, how did you enjoy your little educational adventure? Did you find
lots of roots?"

"You would be amazed, Headmistress, at how may roots were popping up in
McCleary's Clearing" answered Sam with a wide grin

Dirty little bastard, mused Harry to himself.

"Well good then," replied McGonagall thankfully oblivious to the inside
joke, "you will have to go do it again this year...nothing like hands on
experience."

None of the boys could argue with that- both the boys and the teachers
certainly had their hands full that weekend.

The only one that didn't seem to be in a joyful mood was Neville- the fear
of consequences over what he allowed to happen continued to plaque his
mind.  He kept trying to remind himself that it was the boy, not the adult,
which made all the moves. It was the teen, not the teacher, that seduced
and tempted. Still the facts, as they were, didn't offer much comfort and
fear stayed put in the mind of Professor Longbottom.

As Neville returned to the solitude of his quarters, he hoped and prayed,
that he didn't just make the biggest mistake of his life. Inevitably he
tossed and turned all night, replaying the scene in the tent with Angelo
and worrying that he would wake up to Ministry Officers knocking at his
door.

He finally drifted off to sleep until there really was someone knocking
loudly on his door.

Neville sat up in the bed and feared the worst.

Putting on a robe he walked to the door, admittedly trembling in his
slippers, and opened the door.

Momentary relief came over him as he saw that it was a friendly face- Harry
Potter.

"Neville, you just won't believe what the front page of the Daily Prophet
is reporting this morning...it's absolutely unbelievable...come
on...McGonagall is waiting for us."

Neville quickly got dressed and followed Harry out of the door.

One thing was for certain- he was not in mood for big surprises today.

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