Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot in this story. Hogwarts, Harry, Hermione, Ron and the vibrator is all Jo's... Wait. Oh, forget that. I own the vibrator D
Warning: See the prolouge. It will tell you that in this story there is TOYS, lots of 'em D Oh, and in this chapter there is MASTURBATION. Thank you and good night... Good morning...
A/N: Hello and WOW! Nine reviews! That's completely amazing! I'm... speechless. That's what I am. Anyhoo, just wanted to say thank you to all who reviewed:
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Toys are your friend - "Chapter" 2
The next day Harry couldn't keep his thoughts from running back to the sex toy. The moment he had realised what it was he had put (in other words 'brutally shoved') the thing back in the box and thrown it under his bed, far away from eyes to see.
Now he was walking around trying to act normal as possible. He wasn't very successful. For god's sake, which sixteen year old boy could act normal when having an unused (at least he hoped it was unused) sex toy up in his room!
He hadn't really had as much experience with sex before… Sure, he had masturbated and heard the other boys masturbating in his dormitory when they had forgotten to put up silence spells, but other than that… He hardly thought the Cho-incidence could be counted for as a sexual experience. For gods' sake, she was crying during the entire thing!
Lunch had finished and Harry's next lesson was potion. Swallowing the spit flooding his mouth and trying his hardest to will away his almost constant erection (thank Merlin for robes!), Harry headed for the dungeons.
They were making a mild sleeping potion today and Snape, after putting the instructions on the board, paired them up. Harry was paired with Malfoy. Figures, Harry thought sulking and moved his cauldron over to the Slytherin part of the classroom. Just then Snape was walking down to the back of the room where Neville had somehow managed to break his cauldron in mere minutes into the class.
Unfortunately for Harry, he didn't see him and they walked straight into each other sending them both falling to the floor.
"POTTER!" Harry had never seen his potion master's face purple before. The look didn't fit the man very well… "Twenty points from Gryffindor and detention for the entire week!"
"But, Sir, you walked into me!" Harry was not taking the blame for something Snape had done!
"Thirty points, then!" Okay, maybe taking the blame just this time wouldn't be too bad.
"Meet me in my office at six o'clock and DON'T be late."
"Yes, professor." Harry said and with one more 'death stare' at Harry he turned around and walked over to Neville, robes billowing behind him in an almost royal way.
The rest of the day went by in a rush of boring classes and Ron mouth-bashing Snape with a vocabulary use that would make Hermione horrified both at the words and the bad grammar use had she heard it (Ron wasn't that stupid as to let her hear him).
Finally the trio went up to the common room to do homework. Harry couldn't concentrate and now that damn erection was back again in full force. Finally he got up and told the others he was going to go up to the dormitory to read.
Up in the dormitory reading was the last thing on his mind. Throwing off his clothes almost before he had checked to see if anyone else was in the room, Harry laid down on the bed.
His erection was throbbing and the loss of blood elsewhere in his body was making him dizzy. Harry moaned and took a hold of his dick. He moved his hand up and down stroking it slowly.
Images flickered by in his mind. Nothing fastened itself in particular. He thought about the previous Quidditch practise, how he and Ron had gotten into the girl's changing rooms and stared until Anna Felcovs had discovered them and screamed. They had to run like hell, all of the girls that had changed was running after them, but eventually the girls gave up and just yelled swear words after them.
The moment he and Ron had reached back to their dormitories Ron had thrown himself at the bed and not even bothering to do more than pull off his pants had started masturbating right in front of him. The other boys didn't even bother look. Seamus had yelled 'get a room' but other than that nobody did anything. And there Ron was, groaning and stroking himself. Harry moaned again, his balls twitched at the thought and he could feel himself getting close.
He had never really given any thought about his own sexuality. He had asked Neville how the Wizarding world looked at homosexuality and such. He had said it was the same. There were potions that could make a man pregnant and potions that could make a woman's DNA into seed so that lesbian lovers could have a child together. The Wizarding world, Harry soon found out, didn't care about your sexuality as long as there was possibilities of having children. Before the potions things had been different, but nobody cared about that anymore.
Harry had let the matter rest by that. It wasn't that he was gay, exactly… He was more both. Bisexual, he had heard somebody call it. He just felt a little more attractive to boys than girls. He hadn't really had much 'education' about sex. The Muggle school sex-program hadn't even mentioned 'different' types of sexualities and the Dursley's wasn't exactly the types to ask about such. All he had had was the conversations with the rest of the Gryffindor boys. Even that wasn't particularly helpful.
His cock gave a violent twitch as he squeezed hard. He needed to come, now!
Letting his mind wander, again the image of Quidditch practise came up. The four boys on his team, well trained, muscular bodies soaking wet with water from the shower, standing together. Their hands rubbing themselves with soap and their hair falling over their shoulders, also soaking wet. Steam and warmth in a small room. The panting breath of the others, their bodies sometime touching him, sending shivers through his body that always ended in his pelvis. He came, spilling seed all over his hand and stomach.
"Gods…" Harry lay on his bed panting hard and letting the after rush of his orgasm run through him. The seconds ticked by and finally he felt ready to get up and clean himself. He dried his hands off on the sheets and then opened the top drawer to get some tissues that he always kept in there in case of… emergencies. Yeah, emergencies…
He dried the rest of the white/grey seed of his hands and stomach, but the minute he touched his cock he felt the blood fill it. Damnit! Why, by all that is good, do teenage boys have this problem? Why me? He looked at the clock, 04.57 pm, still plenty of time before his detention with Snape.
Snape… Harry might have been fine with being gay or bisexual or whatever he was, but then The Attraction made itself known. Harry Potter was –attracted– to elder men, one 'greasy git' especially. It wasn't this huge I-get-aroused-every-time-I-see-him kind of attraction. It was more subtle. Almost more pressing in some way…
Harry, like almost everything else concerning his own sexuality, wasn't quite sure what it was with his attraction to the man.
He had first discovered how arousing older men was compared to younger men when he had seen Remus nude at number twelve, Grimmauld place the previous summer vacation.
Sure, the man had scares all over his body (really, all over his body) and he looked almost like a shirt that had been washed too many times, but this just added to the appeal in Harry's opinion. It made them seem more… experienced, was the word he was looking for. Yes, defiantly experienced.
He could almost imagine what kinds of 'activity' one had to have done to get those kinds of markings on one's body. Yes, Remus was a werewolf and most of the scares had to come from that course, but Harry was willing to bet his right lung that he had seen at least two scares that most certainly did not come from any other animals than human.
His cock gave a happy little twitch in a way of approval to where his thoughts were going. Harry stroked it absently, his arms were getting tired and he felt a uncomfortable ache in his back for laying in the position he was laying in. This wouldn't do. He stopped stroking and sat up in the bed, pulling his pillows behind him to support his back.
Breathing hard he spread his legs and continued stroking. He came to the conclusion only seconds after that this still wouldn't do.
Changing position might have helped the ache in his back, but his arms, both of them now, were still tired. He didn't want to continue stroking, but he was still hard as hell!
Now annoyed he got up from his sitting/laying position to sit at the end of the bed. As his sock-clad feet hit the floor he felt a brush of something sharp. He pulled his feet away and looked down. The end of a box met his eyes. The box he had put the Thing in, Harry remembered.
Hesitating only slightly he dragged the box out from underneath the bed where it had been hidden not-that-very-good. He opened it and there the Thing was, just as he had left it. All silver and pretty lines staring up at him in between the silver wire and the remote control. Harry swallowed his nervousness and pulled all of it out.
It wasn't really that intimidating. It was just the thought of what that thing could do. If you let it, his inner voice added. Yeah, yeah, yeah…
Harry studied it again. Nothing had changed. It still had the colour and the shape as last night and no new buttons had been added to the remote control during the night. Not magical, then. Just a normal Muggle sex toy… Yeah, that makes it so much better. He rolled his eyes at his own sarcasm and sat back at the pillows, toy still in his hand. I guess just trying it wont do much harm. I'm in control, right? Right. He told himself firmly.
Getting his wand from the bedside table he whispered a silence spell around his bed and then a spell to close the curtains.
He tried finding a comfortable position against the pillows while spreading his legs and keeping his but where he could reach the hole easily. After a few moments of grunts and shifting heavily he gave up deciding that there wasn't really any position that was comfortable in a situation like his. At least not the first time.
Letting out a shaky breath he positioned the toy at his opening getting the wire and remote control at his side. He pushed it slowly in.
"OUCH! Bloody gods, that hurts!" Harry was glad he had remembered the silencing spell, if he hadn't Ron and Hermione would probably be here already wondering what he was yelling for. Now that would be a situation he did not want to explain. Not to mention the position he was sitting in, legs eagle spread with a pained expression on his face and a silver vibrator in his hand.
After the pain had gone away some what Harry slowly checked for blood with his hand. He didn't really think just pushing the silver vibrator against his opening would make any harm and it didn't really hurt that much, but better safe than sorry his mind decided.
As expected there wasn't any blood. Harry didn't really want to continue now, but his erection had (amazingly) survived the horrible and almost not tolerable pain and was now demanding realise. And to top that off a strange kind of aching had started inside of him, too. A kind of good aching, though.
Even slower now, he tried again. It hurt. This time not so much because he pulled out (not that he had even been inside yet) before it started hurting for real. Obviously this wouldn't work.
He sighted. This was harder than he had thought it would be. He was harder than he thought he would be. In fact, he was harder than ever!
The pain had somehow wakened an almost frantic need inside of him. He needed to have something inside of him, he needed it!
Trying once more and failing once more to get it in without so much pain he figured it was the vibrator's fault. It was either too big or too… dry, that's it. Girls were always wet down there when they had sex! Opening the curtains a bit and looking around for something to wet the toy with, his eyes fell on the bedside table next to Dean's bed. Dean would surely have some sort of lube in there. It was no secret that Dean liked boys and that he was active, very active.
Harry got up from the bed putting the vibrator down on the bed and almost running to Dean's bed. Quickly he opened the top drawer and searched around the stuff.
Dean also had tissues in his drawer. A book and a pack of condoms, no surprise with that. There! Behind the book was a tiny lube. Looking down at the little writing on the side of it his eyes fell on the purple words almost on the top of the label; 'USE FOR SEX!' In capital letters with a yellow smiley-face at the end of the sentence. Harry had to roll his eyes again.
Well, at least he had found what he was looking for.
He headed back to his own bed, his cock swaying happily and still throbbing.
Casting a worried look at the door leading to the common room hall he closed the curtains and whispered a new silence spell, just in case.
Opening the lube and taking the sex toy in his hand he sat back against the pillows. He then squeezed the content of the lube on the vibrator and smeared it around it in a thick layer.
The toy shined in the weak light from the lamp hanging over his bed. Harry felt a shiver running through his body as the toy was prepared. He could feel the aching growing inside of him and, sitting straighter up, he spread his legs again.
This time when he positioned the tip of it at his hole it felt smoother and a little colder. He wasted no time and pushed it in.
He could feel it move in. Feel his skin being dragged in with it and the pain when it stretched the muscle. The pain increased extremely when Harry in pure reflex flexed the tight ring of muscles. He desperately tried to relax again. The vibrator felt cold even as his body heat was warming it. The feeling was really weird, Harry decided to call it. The feeling of having something not human moving inside of you, making you feel good and warm while it remains cold. He couldn't quite describe it right.
Harry moved it deeper in. Now it was sliding past the outer ring of muscles and hitting the tight walls longer inn. The pain had almost completely disappeared by now. It was slowly being replaced with more pleasure. Harry moaned loudly.
Why haven't I done this before? He wondered to himself. Why haven't anyone told me about this… this feeling?
After is experience with Cho Harry couldn't really understand all the fuzz with relationships and sex, but now. This was just amazing!
He groaned deep in his throat when the silver vibrator brushed against something really good! Desperate to feel that spark of nirvana again he moved the toy deeper until he could hardly get a hold of it. He pushed the bottom to get it deeper, much deeper
It was all the way inside of him now. It had stopped hurting a long time ago, now all that was left was the pleasure and the constant aching.
Harry relished his hold on the toy and tried to clench his but muscles again. This time he was gentler and more stretched down there. It didn't hurt, thankfully.
Now satisfied that it wouldn't hurt anymore Harry pulled the wire to get the vibrator out just to push it back in again, this time harder. He repeated this a few times before the ache inside demanded more. It was then that he remembered the remote control.
He picked it up from where it had been laying next to him on the bed.
The silver colour flickered with the light as some of the lube got on it from Harry's hand. He knew it was only something he imagined but he could swear the buttons shined up to him with something close to laughter in them. Harry swallowed and, wasting no time, he pressed start.
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