Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 22:15:18 EDT
From: HarryPotterBK5@aol.com
Subject: Harry Potter and the Source of His Bone 1 (Revised)

Harry Potter and the Source of His Bone

DISCLAIMER: None of the Harry Potter characters are homosexual. To the best
of my knowledge, all actors portraying Harry Potter characters are
heterosexual. This story is an unauthorized fantasy involving the
characters depicted in the Harry Potter Series.

Harry Potter characters, names and all related indicia are Trademarks and
Copyright of Warner Bros. All rights reserved. Harry Potter is also
Copyright of J.K. Rowling.


Chapter One:

The Boy Who Jizzed


Harry Potter and his new best friend, Ron Weasley, were absolutely
delighted to discover they were to stay in the same dormitory. Neither was
quite certain why they were so liking of each other, nor did they
care. They just enjoyed being together. Harry and Ron decided to turn in
early that evening. They wanted to be alone where they could talk. Ron was
staring absently at Harry's scar. Realizing what he was doing, Ron snapped
back to his senses.

"Where were you just now, Ron?" Harry inquired.

"I, um... I just... I love your scar. It's so, um... sexy." Ron gasped as
he realized what he'd said. What had he done? How would Harry react? Ron
was now very nervous. He was about to apologize when Harry spoke.

"Thanks. No one's ever said they like my scar before. My uncle Vernon makes
me cover it up. He's afraid people will think they're raising a freak.

This made Ron only slightly relieved.

"You really think my scar is... sexy?" Asked Harry.

Ron didn't know what to say. How was Harry expecting him to answer?

"It's all right. You can tell me. I rather fancy you myself, what with that
silky red hair of yours."

Ron was absolutely astonished, while ecstatic at the same time. He felt ten
feet tall. His fear had gone. He was on top of the world.

"Yes, I do think your scar is sexy. I've wanted you since we first met on
the Hogwarts Express."

Harry smiled.

"Lucky for you the train was full." Said Harry.

"It wasn't full. I went from car to car searching for you." Ron said, his
face turning as red as his hair.

"I'm glad you found me."

"Me too." Ron said, shyly.

Ron got up from his bed and sat beside Harry, who was sitting on his own
bed.

"Let me show you something." Ron said nervously.

Harry nodded.

Ron reached his hands down into Harry's robes. He rubbed Harry's little boy
cock into an erection. Granted, his erection was small, Harry being 11
years old and all. Harry gave a gentle moan. Ron then slid his hand inside
Harry's pants.

"Lay back." Ron whispered sensually in Harry's ear.

Harry laid flat on his back and Ron slid Harry's pants and boxers down to
his ankles. Harry's four-inch, thin, wand stuck straight up, pleading for
attention. Ron fondled Harry's cock as Harry moaned invitingly. Harry had
never felt such pleasure in all his life. Ron slid himself between Harry's
legs. He gently licked Harry's ass crack, making Harry squeal in erotic
ecstasy.

Ron's tongue proceeded to Harry's tiny, smooth nutsack. Ron flicked the
sweet sack with his steamy warm tongue, sending Harry into an involuntary
seizure. This was followed by shaking, as though Harry were freezing. Harry
was anything but freezing. He was in mind-altering sexual bliss. Wizard or
not, Harry thought to himself, Ron's tongue was pure magic.

Ron decided to go for the Galleons. Like a snake to a running rat, Ron
pounced upon Harry's cock, swallowing it in one delicious gulp. His tongue
worked Harry's cock over, sending Harry into uncharted orgasmic
oblivion. Ron sucked, slurped, massaged and rode Harry's boy cock for
several minutes, during which time Harry lost all control of his body and
his mind. Harry felt as though he were dying but in the best way
imaginable.

Sweat was screaming from his skin, soaking his robes. Ron, feasting away on
Harry's magical meat, began to get hot himself. Suddenly Harry roared like
the Gryffindor Lion, expelling sweet, warm juice into Ron's tender, hot
lips. Harry panted heavily as he came down from his sexual high and Ron
drank the hot boy juice.

When the two sexy wizards had cooled down from their mutually gratifying
sexual engagement Harry asked Ron where he had learned to do the magic he
had just performed on Harry's baby dick.

"Fred and George taught me last year. I've been sucking their cocks every
day ever since."

"They ever suck you?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, but they tease me at times because I can't ejaculate yet like they
can. They'd like you, Harry. I never heard of an 11 year old who could
cum."

"If they're near as good as you, they can suck my cock any time." Harry
said excitedly.



The next night Ron and Harry invited Fred and George to their
dormitory. The four hotties gathered round Harry's bed and began to argue
over who got to dry out Harry's cock juice first.

"You're not going first, Ron. You sucked it last night." Protested
George. The three Weasley babes continued arguing.

"QUIET!" The Weasley's turned and looked at Harry, stunned.

"Why don't you do rock, paper, scissors to see who lands me first?" Harry
suggested to the twins.

The twins, always thinking outside the box, had a better idea.

"George, wizard chess will take too long! I want that juicy cock now!" Fred
protested.

"If you can't make up your minds, then I suppose I'll be the only one."
Said Ron.

"The only what?" Fred asked.

Ron looked at them, smiling.

"The only one to experience the boy who jizzed."