Potter stared longingly into The Hamburglar's eyes for what seemed like an eternity to him. The images of Malfoy quickly vanished and were replaced with those of the meat-sandwich brigand. "Hey Potter, shouldn't we get going now?" questioned The Hamburglar, snapping Potter from his trance. "Oh… uh, yeah, yes let's go." sputtered Potter in the fashion of a love-smitten schoolgirl. The two looked back at Radrig, who was sitting on the edge of a nearby sand dune, peering into the vast void of the desert. With no signs of his usual radical demeanor, he pulled his Official Limited Edition Monster Energy™ snap-back baseball cap from the side of his said around to the front, covering his eyes. "Yeah" he said as he stood, his large muscular profile silhouetted by the setting desert sun. "Let's get out of here."
"Hah, no 'Radisims' this time, buddy?" mocked Potter. "No" snapped Radrig through gritted teeth. The other two noticed Radrig's defensive attitude, "Woah pal, what's wrong?" asked Hamburglar. "What's wrong? What's wrong?! You left my bro Three Dog to rot in that damn Porta-Potty, That's what's wrong!" screamed Radrig, tears shimmering in the sunset. "I oughta deck you right in the face! You burger thieving ass-clown!" Radrig moved in to strike The Hamburglar.
"No! Dont!" cried Potter, jumping in between the two. Potter's hands landed firmly onto both of the built men's bulging, sculpted chests, causing him to gain one erection. "Hey big guy you better calm down, I just saved your life!" retorted The Hamburglar. "Well I wish you di-" Radrig's well thought out response was caught short by the sight of Potter's crotch, which was quite large for someone as small as him.
"Uhh… Potter? Your soldier is standing at attention." remarked Radrig, causing Potter's face to blush. "Oh! Golly! Would you look at that, he seems to be really excited about something..." said a quite obviously aroused Potter, trying to keep it together. "You know what they say about a boner in the desert." joked The Hamburglar with a chuckle, "It means someone's got the HOTS!" The Hamburglar did some finger guns and winked.
The Hamburglar's witty remark caused to lose control of his embarrassment, he started laughing hysterically and fell down in the sand. As anger subsided between the trio, a new emotion crept into their minds, lust. The Hamburglar kneeled down and rested his hand onto Potter's tent, "These hands have touched more meat than you could ever imagine." said The Hamburglar seductively. "I bet." whispered Potter.
The two lovers were fully torqued, but they were missing one person. Radrig removed his already revealing tank top, unveiling his powerful man-chest. He had the Nike™ logo shaved into his chest hair. "I live by a motto" he took off his hat and undid a bobby pin, releasing his luxurious mane. "Just do it!" he backflipped 20ft in the air, causing him to lose every last bit of clothing, and landed completely stark in front of the two.
"I'm no sausage thief, but every dog has his day." joked The Hamburglar. He then flexed all of his clothes off. "Your turn Potter, show us what you got." Potter scrambled up and hastily took of his burnt robes revealing a thin, yet fit body. "Alright, now that we're all naked let's get started." announced Radrig. "C'mere Potter, lemme get some of that booty." cooed The Hamburglar. "Wait just a minute, that's not how we do it in Ponywarts." shouted Radrig, wagging a finger.
The two wizards started stroking themselves super hard, causing a majestic aura of light to erupt from their members. The light morphed into titanic astral projections, their physical appearance that of the caster's pure unbridled sexuality. Radrig's Sex-Titan was green, like monster energy and took the form of an anthropomorphic lion wearing sunglasses. Potter's was luiterally the embodiment of a god, except he had round glasses and a scar above right eye.
Potter's Titan spoke in a commanding yet sensual voice "Show us what you've got, Hamburglar." The Hamburglar followed the same routine as the others, but because he was unpracticed in this form of love-making, his Titan was more raw and unstable. The giant was in every way Zorro, except he lacked clothing from the neck down. "This feels great!" Shouted the Titian. "Let's bang!"
The Three Titan's lunged at each other with strength only deities could muster. Radrig's Titan grabbed Potter's from behind and thrusted his Nike™ Mega-Schlong into the other Titan's boy hole. The Hamburglar's Titan tackled the other two to the ground and began to put Potter's phallus into a sleeper hold. "Oh man!" shouted Potter's Titan in pure ecstasy. Radrig's Titan grabbed The Titan of Hamburglar by the meat-stick and began to strangle the fuck out of it. "Ooooh yeah!" screamed Radrig's Titan as he continued to thrust.
This Testosterone filled charade kept going on for hours, until everyone's energy was thoroughly spent. "Damn that was good." wheezed Radrig lying face down in the sand. "Mmhmm." went The Hamburglar, cigarette in mouth. Potter was passed out, his smaller body couldn't cope with the stress as much as the larger men could. "We should get moving soon, The Doctor is bound to catch up with us eventually." stated Radrig in a muffled voice. "Definitely, but why don't we just lie here a little longer." replied The Hamburglar, who blew a smoke cloud into the starry night.