A loud thump broke the concentration of the young Mr. Potter from his revelry. In just 3 days time he would be 17, allowed to use magic at any time for any means, so long as they were within the law. In 3 days he would get to see a wedding of his closest friends older brother and a girl whom he had once competed against in the Triwizard Tournament. And in a matter of hours he would finally be somewhere that managed to feel like a home, away from the Dursleys constant torment.
Another loud thump had him at the top of the stairs, his wand trained on the door. The door blasted open and before he could cast a spell to protect himself he heard the unmistakeable voice of one Mad-eye Moody.
"Put that blasted thing away before you hurt yourself, boy." The old Auror hadn't changed much. Maybe his hair was a bit shaggier, maybe his limp was worse, but he still carried himself like a man who had done it all, seen it all, and could fight it all.
Next through the door was Professor Lupin, one of his all time favorite teachers, followed by almost the entire Weasley family, Tonks, and a few others.
The plan was simple, multiple Harry's with multiple protectors, flying for the Burrow. When they all arrived safely without a hitch, they had a small celebratory dinner with some music, reveling in their good fortune. Harry watched as Fleur and Bill waltzed around the floor, closely followed by Lupin and Tonks, Ron and Hermione, and Fred and George dancing like a bunch of loons to finish the line. As it reached midnight, they all parted to their seperate rooms to catch some sleep before beginning the hard work that Mrs. Weasley would surely set on them in the morning.
Three days later and it was the day of the wedding, and Harry's 17th birthday, the day where in the wizarding community he was finally looked at as an adult, he was was legal, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted. The wedding went by in a blur, the dances with his friends, the congratulations to Bill and Fleur, the air of total happiness overwhelmed him until finally, he didn't know how, he fell onto his cot in Ron's room ready to pass out or rub one out. Either way, it needed to happen soon.
As luck would have it, his wish was soon to be granted.
"Harry, do you mind if we have a word with you," he heard Arthur's voice through the door. Upon opening it he saw Ron and his father, waiting for him with wierd looks on their faces, a sort of secret smile. "Please, if you will, follow us."
They walked down the hallway and began descending the stairs until they reached the landing with Mr. Weasley's bedroom. He had never been inside it and what he saw was not a shock whatsoever. The walls were covered in pictures of the family and assorted floral prints (Mrs. Weasley's) and Muggle photos (Mr. Weasleys). They stopped in front of what appeared to be a closet door and Arthur grabbed the boys hands.
"This will be like side-apparition, or floo travel, just hold onto me and don't let go, alright?" When Ron and Harry nodded, he opened the door, grabbed them both once again, and stepped through.
This time what Harry saw did surprise him. Standing before him were Arthur and Ron, of course, Fred and George, Sirius, and Lupin. The room was bare but warm, lit by flickering candles and hovering balls of light. The balls swirled together and seemed to brighten the room even more so that Harry could see that behind them was a bed, one that could easily fit 4 people in it, with black silk sheets and a red and black comforter of some smooth material that shone with reflections of light. Hanging from the 4 posters of the bed were cuffs, set into the wood so that they couldn't be removed.
On either side of the bed were what appeared to be two wardrobes, their doors shut firmly, hiding the contents that they carried. The bright light dimmed once more until it was mainly candlelight and what appeared to be moonlight, setting a romantic feeling around them.
Harry's eyes were once more drawn to the bed and he felt his dick harden underneath his dressrobes.
"Harry, there is a very...unique celebration that we in the wizarding world do whenever a boy comes of age. Have you heard of it?" Lupin asked him.
Very seriously Harry shook his head no and waited for an explanation.
"Well, rather than explain it to you, we're just going to begin it. We know you'll enjoy it. Ron's told us so many stories after all," The twins chimed in.
"Please, Harry, if you would, remove your robes. Here is your final welcome to our world," Arthur added.
The look on their faces, everyone around him, the ones he loved, the smile that reached their eyes, the way that he could almost see them begging him to join them had him strip off his robes faster than he ever had before until he stood their in his red and gold gryffindor socks and a pair of black boxer-briefs.
As soon as he had done this he wished he hadn't. He was suddenly very uncomfortable, the only one in the room who wasn't dressed, the only one who didn't know what was going on. Sirius walked up to him and before he could scream in frustration his godfather wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his embrace and very delicately pressed his lips against his godson's.
"I always said that when you turned 17 I wanted to take your breath away. Have I?" he asked Harry.
Looking into his eyes Harry nodded once, amazed at what had just happened. All of his doubts and worries melted away as he let himself be led over to the bed and push onto it. The cuffs magically locked themselves around his wrists and ankles, tight enough so that he couldn't get out but not too tight that it wouldn't hurt unless he made it.
"I do so love magic," he heard Sirius whisper as his eyes passed over Harry's body. His hardness pressed against the tight fabric confines of his underwear and he wished he had taken them off to, gotten this over with.
"Well boys, let's give the lad a show," George said as Fred turned on a radio that had appeared. At the confused look on Harry's face, the twins explained. "This is sort of like the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts. If you think of something you want, it will appear. Now" and the boys clapped, "on with the show!"
Lupin, Sirius, and Arthur stepped forward, withdrew their wands, and muttered a spell that Harry couldn't hear. In turn, they all began to spin and when they stopped they each were in their underwear, giving Harry quite a sight to feast his young eyes on. Arthur walked over in his plain tighty-whities, which had the twins snickering, and latched his mouth onto one of Harry's nipples causing him to arch his back in pleasure. Lupin in his blue briefs grabbed Sirius and kissed him fervently, snaking his hands into Sirius' black bikini's and dragging him to the bed where they proceeded to rub against each other and absently touch Harry.
Fred and George stepped forward and immediately began to kiss, dance, and grind to the music which they had changed to something more upbeat. They obviously meant it when they said put on a show. One of them pushed the other down to his knees and on his way back up, he lifted his twins robe revealing a pair of tight black pants and a maroon silk shirt. Then the other did the same, revealing the exact same outfit, and they began to kiss again. They kept dancing and Ron stepped forth, obviously wanting it over with so that they could begin the real fun. He quickly stripped down to his own boxer-briefs, a pair of emerald green ones, and crawled onto Harry who eagerly greeted him with a kiss.
At first he was upset that he couldn't move his arms to grasp his mate, his best friend, couldn't use his legs to wrap around Ron to keep him there, but as it continued he became more aware of how erotic it was. The twins had stopped dancing, now shirtless, and were staring at them as he tried to get as much contact with Ron as he could. Even Sirius and Lupin were intently watching the lads while Arthur massaged his youngest sons ass, sliding his hands across the material of his underwear.
Fred and George, finally getting caught back up in what they were doing, ripped their pants off and stood there in front of everyone's watching eyes, now clad in only very small, very revealing golden thongs that barely managed to cover their own members and offered a beautiful view of their twin asses. Harry was well aware of how beautiful the twins were, as were most of the guys in Gryffindor (communal showers do that to you) but he was very happy to see Sirius, Lupin, and even Arthur's jaws drop as they gazed at the twins.
Making their way toward the bed, the boys joined the pile of men, laying on top of the others. Their hands groped the mounds of skin presented before them and soon everyone ended up in a circle around Harry, stroking the person next to them's dick. They all looked down at the young man below them, hunger in their eyes as they were pleasured. Harry watched back. He urged himself upward, trying to get his mouth on Ron's dick, which was just over his head, but the bed held him down. He saw that Ron was jerking off both Fred and George, who were in turn each using a hand on him to make him moan loudly. Sirius, Lupin, and Arthur were all working each other, taking pride in the noises that escaped the others, urging them to cum, and soon.
Arthur was the first, his cum pooling across Harry's abs, followed by Lupin who came in the same spot, dripping his cum across the other side of Harry's body. The twins were next, moaning there baby brother's name as their cum oozed out and splatter across Harry's chest and nipples. Finally it seemed like it would be a battle between Ron and Sirius, the last to cum. Their eyes met and you could see the challenge in them.
Harry, having no actual idea about the ceremon, didn't know what this meant but was very turned on and kept trying to reach one of them or spoon up some of the cum on his body. Without warning Sirius came, his orgasm exploding forth and drenching Harry's underwear.
Ron was the last to cum and he did so happily, shooting his load onto Harry's face and waiting mouth before smearing the rest across his cheeks. It seemed Ron had won, and would be the first to fuck his best mate's cherry.