SHOWER TIME

Harry's second day dawned. It was a Sunday, so Harry didn't need to be up, but he was awakened by a basketball at around seven in the morning. Dean had, apparently accidentally, thrown a basketball at his head. Harry thought that the boys still hadn't come to terms with having another roommate, and whatever had happened the night before was some sort of test for him. Harry just hoped that he had passed. He wanted to be friends with his roommates, especially considering the power that the two seemed to have with the gang of bullies yesterday.

After half an hour of trying to get back to sleep, and being constantly woken up by the boys — accidentally, of course — Harry got up.

Suddenly, he recalled something that Prof had told him yesterday, something about a shower. He asked Seamus and was told that the only showers in the building were communal ones down the corridor.

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Harry's first impression of the shower room was not good. In fact he probably would have described the place as one of the most horrible rooms he had ever had the misfortune of entering. And this was his only way to shower!

Harry had collected his towel and toiletries, and walked towards the shower room. He should have realised what he was going to walk into when he nearly walked past the door. At the last minute, however, he saw the faint outline of the word 'SHOWERS' where the letters had been before they were ripped off.

Harry opened the door and entered. Instantly, he was assailed with the smell of dirt. It didn't seem like this place was cleaned ever. He looked around. There were five showers in the room. Each, Harry noticed, was supposed to have curtains to give the people showering some privacy, but two had been ripped down. Opposite were five dirty sinks and an even dirtier mirror, which took up the whole of the wall.

Suddenly, Harry heard a creak, and turned to see the door close behind him. On the other side of the door a page torn from a magazine showing two naked women, kissing and spreading their legs was stuck. Underneath, scrawled in permanent marker was written 'NO PUSSIES ALLOWED'.

Harry shrugged to himself. I'm already here, he thought to himself. I may as well use the shower.

He looked into the cubicles. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. Finally, he chose the cubicle second from the end. The cubicle looked cleaner than the others, but the curtain was ripped in half. It would cover him up if no one looked to closely. He hoped that no one would walk in, let alone look into his cubicle.

Harry started up the shower. He was happy to find that the water was warm. He stepped into the shower, and his mind drifted back to when he was a home.

He remembered his ex-girlfriend, Jane, which whom he had broken up only the other day prior to his leaving for the semester. Harry was annoyed that she wasn't here with him. She was someone he could always talk with, and also - she had other ways of cheering him up when he was down. He pictured the last time he had seen her. It was his last night and they had had a romantic night together before they 'officially' broke up. After dinner, he had gone up to her room, when she had told him she had a present for him. Once there, she slowly began to strip in front of him - first taking off her top and skirt, then her bra, exposing her lovely breasts, and finally, she dropped her G-string - leaving her completely nude in front of him. "You can do anything you want to me," she had told him. Harry and Jane made love for the first time that night, and Harry could sill remember clearly the feeling of him being inside her.

Unconsciously, Harry's hand went down to his dick and began to rub it.

He was so distracted by his thoughts that he failed to hear the door to the shower room open and some people enter. He only knew of these unexpected guests when he heard a familiar voice say, "Well, well, well. Look at this. I see that someone is having an exciting morning."

Harry spun around to see he bully from the day before standing there with his gang behind him. Harry quickly tried to cover his private parts.

"No need to be scared," said the bully, as the rest of the boys chuckled. "We didn't get a formal introduction yesterday because we were rudely interrupted. I'm Draco Malfoy." Malfoy smirked. "We just wanted to ask you a favour. I'm sure can help us."

Harry didn't like his chances. Malfoy and his friends all towered over Harry, and they were all quite heavily built. Harry wouldn't have stood a chance against just one of them, let alone a gang of eight.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, resigned.

"We want you to give us a hand" (Harry heard some more chuckles) "with our big… issues," Malfoy replied.

Harry hesitated. What are they planning? he thought to himself.

"Fine," he replied after a while. "What do you want me to do?"

"We need your hand now," said Malfoy. Mystified, Harry put forth his right hand (leaving his left hand trying to cover his genitals). Malfoy grabbed it, and suddenly shoved it down his pants. Harry tried to pull away but failed.

"What are you doing?" he yelled.

"You said you'd lend a hand," came the reply.

Suddenly, Harry's left hand was grabbed away by one of Malfoy's gang. Harry was completely exposed.

After a few minutes of Harry unwillingly jerking off Malfoy and one of his followers, he realised that the rest of he gang had begun to strip naked.

Harry shut his eyes. He did not want to see this nightmare.

All of a sudden, Harry felt something over his eyes. He tried to open then and found that he couldn't. Someone had blindfolded him!

Harry began to thrash around a bit until all of a sudden people grabbed him. His hands were finally released, but before Harry could undo the blindfold, someone took his hands and handcuffed them together. He was now completely at the mercy of the eight boys in the room.

He felt numerous hands start to roam around his body, touching places that were not meant to be touched by these boys. He felt hands pulling at his dick and balls, twisting his nipples and some fingers even went into his mouth! His penis, which had gone soft when the gang entered the room, was suddenly hard again. Someone wolf whistled and someone else said, "Someone's happy that we're here!" Harry just felt embarrassed.

Suddenly, Harry felt a pair of lips on his neck, kissing it. And then more pairs of lips joined the already roaming hands. His nipples were taken into someone's mouth and bitten and sucked. Harry was feeling more and more turned on by the moment. He opened his mouth to tell he boys to stop, but before he could say anything, a tongue entered his mouth and started French kissing him.

The hand on Harry's penis began to move faster and faster, but whenever the person realised that Harry was on the edge, and about to cum, he stopped, causing Harry a lot of discomfort.

All of a sudden, everything stopped, and Harry was let go. Without support, the dazed kid sank to his knees.

Now something touched his lips. Something warm. Something hard. "Come on now," he heard someone say, "open your mouth." Harry refused. Someone then pinched his nose. Unable to hold his breath for too long, Harry opened his mouth. The long, hard cock shoved its way into Harry's mouth, and the guy to whom that cock belonged began to face-fuck him. After a few minutes, the guy grunted and started to cum inside Harry's mouth. Harry tried to spit it out, but since his mouth was too full, he had no choice but to swallow the cum.

Soon, a second cock replaced the one already in Harry's mouth. The same thing happened with the second. The third guy decided to cum all over Harry's face.

Harry didn't count how many times the dicks were swapped, but he thought that each boy had more than one turn.

Finally, it was over. He felt someone lean down and take his cock in his mouth. Throughout this whole ordeal, he had been teased to the edge of an orgasm multiple times. It was a relief to get rid of that tension. In less than a minute, Harry came.

He then felt lips on his lips, and a tongue forcing its way into his mouth. With no energy to protest, he opened his mouth. The other mouth released its hidden prize - Harry's own cum. Too tired to dazed to know any better, Harry swallowed.

A minute later, Harry realised hat most of the boys had left. Just one remained. "The key for the handcuffs are in front if you," said Malfoy. "Good luck getting out." And he left, closing the door behind him.

It took Harry five minutes to find the keys and then another twenty minutes to finally unlock the handcuffs. He decided to stay away from Malfoy and his gang.

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