DISCLAIMER: This story is a piece of fiction based around Harry Potter, an alternate universe if you will to the 6th book. This story does not imply the sexuality of the characters, or the celebrities that play them in the film. This story contains sex between males, if this offends you in anyway, go somewhere else. If you do enjoy gay stories, pull down your pants and let 'er rip!
This is the second part of the Unwanted Butterflies story arc. The first part was just a teaser, from now on it will progress better, and the story arc may change suddenly and you may see lots of other pairings...or maybe more...!
Quidditch Practice the next day was not easy by any standards. Harry struggled whilst changing in the changing room, surrounded by guys like Ron and small but toned Jimmy Peakes, and tall and lanky smooth Ritchie Coote all stripping off in front of Harry. He hastily went into the Captain's office when Jimmy leant over Ron to take his robes, both of them wearing just boxers, and the image in Harry's head causing a tent to grow outwards.
Practice itself was very difficult. With Ron still fuming over the things Ginny said to him, and the realisation that he was falling behind sexually with the rest of his year, he was going mad with the Keeping, to the extent of shouting Demelza into a flood of tears. And even worse, his Goal-Keeping, which was patchy at best, was suffering from the lack of concentration emanating from him.
Harry dismissed the team with a cheery smile, and held Ron behind.
"...Ron...you're my best mate but carry on treating the rest of them like this and I'm going to kick you off the team."
Harry thought for a second that Ron was going to hit him, his face was turning red and his fists were clenched together, but instead he fell against Harry and began to cry into his shoulder.
"You don't have to kick me off I resign, I'm pathetic."
"No you aren't Ron, and you aren't resigning. You play really well when your on form, it's just a mental problem you have."
"You calling me mental?" Ron asked, as he pulled his face from Harry's shoulder and looked deep into the green eyes. Harry felt himself turning red.
"Maybe." Harry grinned, and Ron punched him playfully. Harry helped him up, and they walked arm in arm across the pitch into the changing room.
"Thanks mate, but if we lose the next match," Ron said as he tugged off his robes, "I'm quitting."
Harry protested, forgetting the fact that Ron was topless, he moved forwards and took him in his arms,
"I won't let you resign Ron, you're too good a mate for me to do that." He kissed Ron lightly on the forehead then stepped back.
Ron was looking down, and both of them were breathing heavily.
I just kissed him...Harry thought, What if he hates me for it? Shit, shit, shit!
Ron looked up, and Harry became uncomfortably aware of the strain his dick was putting on his jockstrap. Ron moved forwards and took Harry's face in his hands.
"Ron?" Harry gasped.
"Shut up." Ron replied, and placed his lips against Harry's.
Harry moaned hard and began to kiss back. Ron tasted beautiful, and Harry felt something wet and hot poking against his lips. He opened up and Ron's tongue invaded his mouth. Harry rubbed his tongue up against Ron's and both boys began to moan.
Their lips were locked passionately, and Harry's hands strayed far down Ron's naked back, landing on his ass. He pulled Ron closer to him, and fell back against the bench. Ron kept on top of him and they began pulling passionately, tongues battling inside Harry's mouth, hands tangling in each others hair, moaning so loud they almost thought the students in the castle could hear.
Harry felt Ron's hips start to hump against his own, and slipped his hand down between their bodies, Ron began to kiss and suck his neck as Harry began to hump back against Ron's crotch. They increased their pace, and Harry managed to pull his and Ron's shorts down, so their boy cocks were rubbing together through the thin jockstrap material.
"Harry. Uhhhhh" Ron began to moan as he humped harder and harder against Harry.
"Ron...I...Uhhhhh" Harry moaned as he felt his orgasm washing through his whole body. Cum began to erupt through the thin fabric, triggering Ron's dick to do the same. Both their bodies convulsed madly as their orgasms combined against each other and they moaned loudly forming a sexy sticky mess.
When they both finished cumming, Ron placed his lips back on Harry's and they pulled again. Harry placed his hands on Ron's ass, and jiggled the older boy against him, messing up their straps even more. Harry looked deep into Ron's eyes, and they understood each other immediately.
They would save going further until they were completely ready, but for now they just lay there, holding each other tightly.
Meanwhile back in the castle......
To be Continued....
Comments good and bad are appreciated, email peter_dramatic_student@hotmail.com.
Thanks very much for reading, part three will be out as soon as I can get it.