I lead him into my bedroom, locking the door behind us.

I strolled over to my bed and sat down.

George stood paralyzed where I'd left him, his beautiful blue eyes staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

"It's okay if you're not ready."

He blushed as he returned to reality. "It's not that, not really. I, uh, I've just never done anything like this before. Not even with a girl."

I smiled at him, and patted the bed at my side.

He came at sat down next to me.

"Neither have I, why don't we just see where this goes?" I leaned in and kissed him.

He resisted for an instant before his mouth opened for me. As our tongues wrestled for dominance I felt his hands rub their way down my back before settling on my butt.

I nibbled my way from his lips down to his neck, and then up to his ear. As I did it my hands slipped down to his waist, and then up under his blue t-shirt. My mouth worked his ear as my left hand began playing with his nipple.

I heard him moan in pleasure and lay back on my bed. I followed him down and pulled his shirt up. My mouth continued what my hand had begun.

He rolled over, forcing me under him and sat up, so that his legs straddle me. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his glorious physique. He ripped my shirt open; I heard buttons scatter to the far corners of my room. I was about to protest, but he silenced me by kissing a line from my waist to my mouth.

I was already rock hard when he began rubbing his crotch against mine. He continued grinding our crotches together as his lips moved from my mouth to the spot on my ear. A moan tore itself from my lips.

I rolled and forced him to his back, then stood and ripped his pants and boxers down in a single motion. I paused to take in the sight before me, just long enough for George to kick off his shoes and let his pants fall from around his ankles.

My right hand grabbed his engorged member, and stroked it. My left hand sought his nipple. I bent down and licked the underside of his penis from scrotum to tip, then plunged my hungry mouth down on it. Well at least I tried to. I took in about five inches before it hit the back of my throat and I started gagging. I pulled back, coughing.

George blinked and sat up. "Are you alright?"

I coughed one last time, recovering. "God, how do those guys in porn do that?"

He smiled at me. "I don't know. Why don't you let me find out?"

I stripped. George removed his white socks, the only item of clothing he had left and then knelt down before me.

His eyes bulged. "How the hell do you hide that thing?"

"Tailored pants."

He began with his tongue. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, then he opened his mouth. First he just took the tip in. After about five inches I felt him start gagging and pull back a little, his tongue doing the most amazing thing as he went.

I gasped and ran my fingers through his air.

Encouraged he pushed forward again, somehow suppressing his gag reflex. He didn't manage to take it all, but he took enough. He started rocking back and forth then, sliding his mouth up and down.

"Oh… George…" I felt the orgasm preparing itself, and struggled to keep it down as long as I could, which turned out to be not very.

The only sound I made was a sharp exhalation. All ability for speech had been stolen from me in that instant.

George pulled back and looked up at me, his eyes beaming. A drip of cum fell from my still hard length to the floor, but I didn't care.

He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. His mouth plunged towards mine, and I tasted myself on his lips. And not to sound immodest, but I tasted pretty damn good.

I rolled him over again, holding the kiss all the way through. I left a track of kisses from his mouth down his chest and found myself confronted with his. I tried to take it, but again found myself gagging again. I was going to have to get him to teach me how he did that.

I pulled up then, and began massaging it with one hand while I fumbled in my nightstand drawer with the other. I pulled the bottle of lotion out, and showed it to him.

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

I just smirked and squeezed a huge glob onto his wet manhood. I balanced myself on him, and pressed my body downward, willing my body to relax. It was a good thing I'd practiced so much yoga.

It hurt at first. It hurt a lot.

Soon the pain started to fade, and I lowered myself the rest of the way down. I pulled up, then down. Up, then down.

George's eyes were shut tight, and his moan echoed through my room.

I gritted my teeth against the pain and continued my rhythmic motion.

"Oh… yeah… Fred…"

I pumped.

"Fred!"

I pumped.

His body shook as he came. "Fred!"

I was pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard that last one. Who would've ever thought that George Weasly was a screamer?

There was a knock on my door as I pulled myself off of him and stood up.

Ginny's voice carried through the door. "Fred, is everything okay in there?"

"Yeah, sis. Everything is fine."

I heard her giggle, then her footsteps retreating.

George sat up, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Do you think she knows?"

I grinned at him. "I think the whole city knows."

"What? How?"

Unbelievable. "You're a screamer, George."

He had the good grace to blush. "Wait… then you mean… everyone downstairs?"

I nodded.

He fell back in my bed and buried his face with a pillow.

I laughed and went to the bathroom. My ass needed to do something in there.