The soft Summer glow of the sun was slowly fading but the sight was still an appreciative one to watch. It cast a shimmering warmth over London and in a way that only Mother Nature's fine style could - took away the glumness and hardness from the faces of the residents in England's capital.

One street remained dark. It always remained dark. A street that old men preyed on ashamedly while young hustlers snapped gum and sucked cocks didn't deserve to have any light cast on it. This dark street was a great spot for anyone who didn't want to be found. This was a great spot for Harry Potter.

Harry lit a cigarette and took a long drag, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in heavenly pleasure as the lingering nicotine swirled to his head. A nervous cough was issued and Harry opened one eye lazily at the person who dared interrupt his serenity.

The interrupter turned out to be a man of forty years or so, blinking rapidly behind thick glasses and casting quick glances in every direction, scared of who might see. Harry sighed. Money was great but cigarettes were just fucking awesome. Better than a fuck. Especially better than a fuck with an old man who was bald, despite the desperate comb over attempt he had made with the few strands of hair he had left. Still, he was probably a closet case. And for closet cases Harry could get double. Triple, if he threatened blackmail. So, taking a huge last drag and flicking the cigarette away, he walked over to him.

He leant against the wall with one hand, head cocked to one side cockily. "How you doing?" he asked rhetorically. The man licked his lips nervously.

"Fine," he replied quickly and cast another set of nervous glances. "Do you think you could er ..." He cast a knowing glance at the growing bulge in his pants. Harry smirked and grabbed at the man's tent pole.

"You want me to take care of this?" he whispered, massaging his package through the fabric of his trousers with expert fingers. The man uttered a low moan in reply.

"At your place, or..." Harry trailed off.

"No no, just a quick blow. Here," said the man, his excitement rapidly fading as he remembered the potential danger in the situation and casting nervous glances around yet again.

"Fine," said Harry indifferently and held out his hand in waiting. The man handed over two notes and Harry ran his eyes over them slowly. He looked up and locked eyes with the man and for a few seconds neither made any movement. The man licked his lips in nervousness and then quickly forced another note into Harry's hand. He nodded and even gave him a quick smile as he slowly put them into his pocket. Then, in one deft movement he sank to his knees, whipped off the guys belt, pulled down his pants and engulfed the mans cock fully into his mouth.

The man groaned loudly and grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair for support. Harry pulled out and just sucked tenderly on the small mushroom head for a few seconds, before opening his mouth wide and deepthroating the entire cock down his throat again. He looked up, almost pleadingly at the man as his mouth became a cumdumpster for this guys pleasure. The man threw back his head and groaned louder, no longer feeling inhibited about getting caught. Harry sucked harder. Opening his mouth expertedly wide he devoured the full length down to his low hanging aching balls. He drew his head back and let the cock fall out of his mouth, aimed at him like an armed pistol. He lowered his head to the two pendulous prized possessions and lapped at them hungrily. The man uttered a small whine and moved Harry's head back to his throbbing cock. The man liked a blowjob, it seemed, so Harry gave him what he wanted. He opened his mouth the very widest it would go and rapidly moved back and forth at quickfire pace. After uncontrollably loud groans of ecstasy the man shivered and two spurts of cum flew down Harry's gullet. He swallowed and felt the warm sticky substance sliding seductively down his throat.

He got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Didn't take long at all. Unlike buses, where you wait for ages and three come at once, closet cases come too quickly and you only get a single spurt. Harry was quite surprised this old guy, who was now fumbling with his belt, managed two.

"I'll come back again," he promised breathily. Harry merely waved a disregarding hand in his direction and cast his eye over at the corner shop in the distance. It would be a risk to go there, but he really craved another pack of cigs. But the bitch who had caught him stuffing the packet of biscuits under his jumper last time shouted that she knew that all it took was one offence and he'd be thrown back in jail. He didn't want her to carry out that parting threat.

Because what she didn't happen to know was that he was meant to be in jail that very moment.

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Seven months earlier.

"Would the defendant please rise."

The courtroom's babble quietened to a ripple of hush as they eagerly awaited the outcome of the trial.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

"Yes your honour."

The judge motioned for the speaker to continue.

"We, the jury find that on the grounds of two counts of attempted bodily harm that Harry Potter is … guilty of both charges."

The courtroom noise level rose to an excited chatter. Harry stared at Ron Weasley through venomous eyes. He'd kill him if it was the last thing he ever did.

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Morning wood is both a pleasure and a curse. A pleasure certainly after waking from an erotic dream. With the tantalising thoughts fresh in the mind, it can be pleasurable and sexually stimulating to capitalize on the fantasy.

However, if an erection is not wanted and try as you might the bulge just won't stop straining against the fabric of tight boxer shorts, it can be quite painful. But short thrusts of the hand soon sort it out and the day can go on as normal. Except for today.

Draco Malfoy couldn't stop masturbating. Normally this wasn't a problem. Standing in front of his full length mirror he liked to watch himself as he came, admiring the beauty that reflected in front of him. His perfectly sized fleshy nipples, his soft vague wisps of light hair on his chest and of course, his prized possession. His cock.

Stroking in front of the mirror helped him come quickly and satisfyingly but today he couldn't stop. He'd already performed a solo act six times that day and now the seventh one seemed inevitable. He teased and tickled his nipples with delicate fingers, sending chills up his spine and a twitch in his dick. He bit his lip as pleasure flooded him and his reflective twin did the same in front of him.

As he massaged his aching balls, a small white droplet appeared on the tip of his cock. But the appearance of pre-cum didn't excite him so much as bring him down. Masturbating had gotten so fucking boring. But he was still as horny as hell.

He chewed on his lip again, anxiously this time. Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach and he knew why he was nervous. He knew why because he'd felt this way before. Each time he had this thought he'd managed to put it off but his sexual urges were so strong this time that he somehow knew that tonight would be the night. Tonight would be the night he would lose his virginity.

He was scared. Ha! An understatement! He was shitting bricks. He wasn't even looking forward to it, in fact, the mere thought of having something plunged into his ass made his dick droop like a wilted flower. He'd tried to insert two fingers before and couldn't manage that without drawing in his breath sharply. It wasn't pleasurable at all. Just painful.

But he was desperate to lose it. There was so much social stigma attached to the word virgin, something that he didn't want to be associated with at all. He wanted to deposit it to the guy as the guy deposited in him. He had to take the pain sometime, it might as well be now. Besides, he might get used to it after a while and it might even be enjoyable.

"Guy?" he shouted. His voice echoed through the white walls of his mansion. It still had the ringing sound of innocence in it despite the fact that he would be nineteen years old in two months. Guy, the family butler came running to him.

"Yes, Master Malfoy?" he asked politely.

Draco took a deep breath. "I need a guy," he said. Guy smiled a knowing grin.

"Any preference?" he asked amusedly.

Draco shrugged. "He has to be cute. And not old."

Guy nodded and turned away without another word. The butterflies were getting uncontrollable and Draco thought he was going to be sick. He heard the front door slam downstairs and knew there was no turning back.

He was going to lose his cherry tonight.