"Lubericus," Ron mumbled under his breath, pointing his wand at the lump in his blankets. He suppressed a moan from the rush of cold the fresh coat of lube sent through his quickly growing member. He quietly pulled the blankets from his chest and paused at his hips. After looking through the curtains of his four-poster and, seeing that no one was out of bed just then, he pulled it down to his knees, letting his penis fly free to slap against his bare chest with a silent thud.
Ron looked around the room through his curtains one more time and, seeing that the room was clear, he grasped his slippery cock and started to slowly wank. The thing about living in a school with a bunch of other horny teenage boys who couldn't get with the girls was that, if you weren't gay or really loved your hand, you were out of luck. Ron happened to be gay but he wasn't about to go searching for another gay boy. He didn't necessarily prefer his right hand, either, but, for the past five years, he'd had to manage with it. And he'd found some pretty good, nonconventional ways to use his magic, too.
"Lubericus," Ron muttered again, this time pointing his wand at a space below his penis. He couldn't hold back the low moan that the feeling of lube in his hole induced. He let it out as quietly as possible, paused in his actions for just a moment, and then continued. He brought the wand tip back to a spot just inches away from his hole and murmured, "ventus". A jet of air shot out of his wand, hitting his tight pink hole and making him whimper quietly. After a minute, the wind had pushed through his tight ring and entered him. It slowly stretched him out and he let it until it reached the depth he thought a normal penis would. Then he willed it to stay there. It did.
Ron moved the wand back and forth now and the wind followed his movements, going in and out of him slowly at first, and then much faster until he was being pounded hard, as if by a dildo. His other hand picked up the pace with the wind and before long, he had to clench the pillow beneath his head with his teeth to suppress the moans coming from him. The pressure just kept building in his groin as he went until it was too much to hold.
The release was amazing. Naturally, wizards produce much more cum than humans so Ron just lost himself in the feeling of jet after jet of cum shooting from his cock. He didn't even keep a hold on it. He just let his cock shoot the cum wherever it wanted. At first, that was his head. He had to close his eyes to keep the massive spray from getting them like it got his hair, neck, and face. Then, his cock started shooting all over his bed and finally, the sheets got a big, shiny white coating. By the end, everything in the four poster was splattered with his cream (maybe that was why Hogwarts started using them - to keep the mess in).
Ron had tried to keep the noise down at first but he couldn't help but loudly try to catch his breath after that giant load. Once he did, he tried to look through the sheets again, to see if anyone was out there, but he couldn't see through his mess. He took his wand and cleared a small strip of cloth with a silent spell. He jumped.
Just before more cum took the old cum's place, Ron had seen someone standing just outside his four-poster, feeling around in the darkness for something. From the look of how close the person was, they were planning to draw back his covers. Instead, he heard a soft voice.
"Hey, Ron?" It was Seamus. Ron sighed. Seamus was the one he least wanted to see him like this. His biggest crush had always been on the little Irish lad who never got any credit. Ron's member stirred at the thought of Seamus naked. He knew that the lad always went to bed nude but he'd never dared to chance a look in on him while he slept. Now was his chance but, from his penis' now hard again state, he wasn't going to make a good impression. Seamus would know the moment he saw Ron's guilty eyes and his hard cock that the red-head wanted him. Ron mentally prepared himself to be beaten up.
"Yeah?" Ron answered back hopelessly.
"Oh, good, you're up," and without a warning, Seamus pulled back the curtains, jumped in and, without yet taking in the sight, closed them.
Ron jumped away from the Irish lad fast and almost fell through the other side of his four-poster. "I swear it's not-" he started to explain.
"What's this?" Seamus asked, cutting him off. He gave the curtains a hard look, then did the unthinkable - he reached out a finger, took a swipe and licked the fresh cum off his fingers.
Needless to say, Ron almost came again. A splash of precum conspicuously dripped out of his penis.
"Hmm," Seamus said inquisitively, furrowing his brow. "Not quite salty enough but close, and a bit cold, too." Seamus turned his head (his body still faced the curtain) and looked at Ron for the first time since entering his bed. He grinned at the red-head and a little bit of cum dribbled down his hairless chin. "I prefer it warm and fresh." Ron's penis was harder than it had ever been now.
"What?" Ron asked, confused. Was this really happening with the lad of his dreams? Was Seamus not mortified at seeing his roommate like this? Did he like it? All of these questions ran through Ron's head but they were swept to the side when he looked down.
Seamus was naked, alright. Ron definitely noted that. Seamus wasn't huge at all but his back muscles looked strong and almost too cute to be true (just like the lad's face). Ron passed this part of Seamus fast because he wanted to get to the best. His ass really was the best. The cheeks were spread slightly, naturally, and Ron could just make out the tight pink of Seamus' hole through them. There was no hair to be seen anywhere. Another splash of pre hit Ron's chest.
"You know, you're the only one in the dorm who hasn't seen this," Seamus said seductively, spreading his ass so Ron could get a better look at his hole. If anything in the Universe was perfect, it had to be that hole. "That's how I knew."
"Knew what?" Ron asked, hypnotized by the beauty.
"That you were like me. That you were gay."
Ron's trance broke. He looked up to Seamus. "What?! I'm not-"
Seamus had turned around when Ron looked up at him and when the red-head started getting defensive, he shut him up with a deep kiss. Ron whined for the first few seconds but he melted into the kiss and cooled down. Seamus released his grip then and continued speaking.
"I know it's hard. I've never told anyone other than you either. But now I know that you're gay and that you like me-" he pointed to Ron's penis - "and you know that I like you." Seamus finished, grabbing his (Ron noticed) hard dick and jiggling it twice. "I mean, I did eat some of your cum, after all."
Ron couldn't take this much longer. Seeing Seamus' penis nearly set him off. Sure, Ron was bigger than Seamus (he was ten inches long and as wide as his wrist and he assumed that Seamus was seven and not nearly as wide) but, just like with the Irish lad's hole, there was something about the beauty of his penis that made it almost too cute to look at.
"Is it ok?" Seamus asked, catching Ron's gaze with his own.
"What?" Ron asked before noticing that Seamus's hand was just inches from his throbbing member. "Oh. Umm... Yeah." He said, without thinking. He almost told Seamus to stop but then the hand touched him and he was in an unbelievable heaven.
After some time, the pressure started to build in Ron's groin again. A few splashes of precum hit Seamus' hand and he stopped moving just as Ron was about to explode. The Irish wizard removed his hand.
"Wha-" Ron started, agitated by the sudden stop. He whimpered.
"You were getting loud," Seamus whispered in his seductive voice. He pulled Ron's wand from where it was in the blankets and raised it to the ceiling of his bed. He mumbled a spell under his breath and the curtains moved as if a breeze had blown through the room. Except Ron couldn't hear anything out there. Not even the snores Neville always emitted. "It's a spell that keeps the sound out-" Seamus explained, moving closer to Ron "-and in." He finished this sentence loudly and crawled on top of Ron. "We can be as loud as we want," Seamus finished. His head was now inches from Ron's cock and his hole was just inches from Ron's mouth.
"Wait, what-" Ron began. He stopped mid sentence and let out the biggest moan of his life. Seamus had started working his cock in his mouth. It was amazing and Ron couldn't even speak from the movements Seamus' tongue was doing.
Ron was hornier than ever now and, for whatever reason he didn't know, he just buried his face in Seamus' ass and started aggressively licking the hole in front of him. Now was Seamus' turn to moan. The lad pulled off Ron's cock and moaned louder than Ron. The sounds just made him rim deeper. Getting used to the new sensation, Seamus went back to work on Ron's member, this time going for the balls.
"Yeah, lick those hairy balls," Ron said before returning to work. Had that just come out of his mouth? Ron never thought he would be a dirty talker when he had sex but apparently he was. And Seamus sure didn't mind the attention. He worked even harder to please the lad who was enjoying him so much. Besides, he was right in his description - Ron's balls, and his entire pelvic region, had, unlike Seamus', never been shaved and there was plenty of hair to go around. Seamus loved the feel of it on his tongue and the musk coming from Ron's taint almost made him shoot several times. He loved the smell of this red-head more than anything else. It was heaven down there.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Ron moaned. Seamus had just started stroking his cock again and that, along with the ball licking, was about to make him cum. But he wasn't going to cum alone this time. He started stroking Seamus too while he rimmed him and the Irish lad loved it. Ron could tell that he couldn't hold it much longer either.
Seamus felt ready to blow at any second. He wanted to cum right when Ron did so when he was just about to burst, Seamus took all of Ron into his throat, took a deep whiff of Ron's musky balls, and started cumming. Ron, not being able to bear the heat of Seamus' throat, started cumming at the same time.
They each came for about a minute, Ron a few seconds longer than Seamus. Seamus blew his load all over Ron's chest until the red-head was covered in several thick layers (again, wizards cum much more than muggles) and Ron dumped everything down Seamus' throat. The Irish lad had had no idea what he was getting into when he took all of Ron's dick into his mouth but he stuck through every shot, swallowing as fast as his overflowing throat would allow him. Ron saw the lad struggling and, despite himself, the sexiness of the scene just made him cum longer. When he did finally finish, Seamus pulled off and gasped for air. He gave one final gulp and, with almost all the cum down him, fell on the bed beside Ron.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Ron asked worriedly.
Seamus just smiled at him. "That was amazing," he said, and kissed Ron, swapping his own cum with the lad of his dreams. But he wasn't finished yet. He had another hole he needed to be filled. And Ron's tongue, however skilled, couldn't do the full job.
Seamus got up from the bed and, still on his hands and knees, arched his back for Ron. Ron, clearly seeing Seamus' still tight hole, knew what the lad wanted but he still asked, "are you sure?"
Seamus gave a slight whimper in response and Ron took that as a yes. "Let me just find my wand."
"You've got one standing up for me right now," Seamus joked sarcastically.
"Yeah, but I need the other one to make lube."
"Ron," Seamus said, reaching back and grabbing his hand, "you've got all the nice, warm, salty, slippery lube you need right here," he guided Ron's hand to the red-head's chest where his cum had stayed and was just starting to slowly drip down his body.
"That's so fucking hot," Ron said in the horniest voice possible. He grabbed a huge glob in his hand and smeared it on his ready penis. He grabbed more and daubed it onto Seamus' waiting hole. Ron started to move forward, lining his dick up but Seamus scolded him gently.
"No, Ron. You have to get me ready first." He wiggled his beautiful ass away from Ron's cock but arched his back further to tease the red-head even more.
Reluctantly, Ron coated another finger in Seamus' plentiful cum and teased the lad's ass with it. He just rimmed the pink, now cum-covered hole with it for a minute but when the lad whimpered again, he finally stuck it in. Seamus' hole was so unbelievably tight, both Ron and Seamus moaned from the pleasure. It felt surprisingly good just for Ron's finger to be pressing on the tight walls of muscle inside Seamus. Despite cumming twice already, Ron was rock hard again. Seamus was too. After another minute, Ron started squeezing in another finger. He kept repeating this process until he had four fingers inside the lad. Seamus couldn't stop moaning throughout the whole process, it was just too good.
"I'm ready," Seamus managed to get out before the moans took over again. Ron slowly pulled the fingers out of him and, finally, lined his still cum-covered dick up with Seamus' hole. Very slowly, he pushed in.
The tightness was unlike anything Ron had ever felt and the pain was unlike anything Seamus had ever felt as the red-head slowly pushed his ten inches all the way into the Irish lad. Seamus and Ron both gasped for air. The pain went away for Seamus and all he felt was the pleasure of finally being full of the lad he always wanted to have in him.
"Are you ready?" Ron asked, concerned for the lad beneath him.
Seamus just nodded and Ron started to move inside him.
It seemed like Seamus was getting tighter with every slow thrust and Ron was loving it. Before he knew it, he was pounding away on the lad's beautiful hole. Seamus was enjoying it just as much. If they hadn't charmed the curtain's the whole school would have woken up to their screams of pure pleasure. Seamus was loudest and the sound, mixed with the cute look on his face whenever he looked back, made Ron just pound harder. He had to see that face when he came.
"Look at me, I'm getting close. I want to see your face when I cum." Ron whispered, leaning down to bite Seamus' ear. Seamus stared into Ron's eyes.
Now that he could see the boy's face all the time, Ron was getting close to the edge. But Seamus was already there.
"I... Hng!..." Seamus whimpered. "P...please Ron..." Seamus begged, moving all of his weight back into Ron's hips and shaking with his need for release.
"Well, since you asked nicely..." Ron grabbed Seamus' cock hard, started wanking it and shifted his weight so his penis smashed against the lad's prostate with every thrust. Seamus sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth and tried not to shriek as he came harder than he ever had in his life. His eyes rolled back and he panted roughly, shaking on all fours as burst after burst of cum splattered on his chest, his face, and the bed. The lad's facial expressions, sounds, and clenching muscles sent Ron over the edge as well and he thrust hard and deep into Seamus, grabbing his shoulders hard and letting out a cry of "Seamus!" as he came.
After four minutes of ceaseless coming, Ron finished with a few more long, deep thrusts and pulled out of Seamus, wiping the sweat off his forehand with his left hand and keeping his right firm on Seamus' shoulder.
Ron and Seamus paused for a second before Ron leaned down and kissed Seamus. The kiss gave Ron a cummy face just like Seamus, but he didn't mind. He'd just gone to heaven and come back. Neither of them cared about the mess, either. They just laid back in bed and held each other, silently agreeing to deal with all the work in the morning.