Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 00:05:03 +0700
From: johnny shale <lakihappy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Harry & His Magical Fucks: Pt 4 Broomstick Anal

Harry and His Magical Fucks: Broomstick Anal

Disclaimer: This story falls under the category of fan fiction and is not
meant to imply anything about the characters in the original story by JK
Rowling. The plot is pure fantasy that came solely out of the mind of the
author. The events described herein never happened in this or any other
universe. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge
about their private lives.

Beyond that the rest is total fantasy and fiction. This story does involve
sexual situations between people that may be minors in your state or
country. If sex bothers you, especially sex between mid-teen boys or adults
witnessing teen sex, you may want to go elsewhere.

Harry staggered back to the Gryffindor dormitory after hastily wiping off
the cum from his face with his robe and quickly putting it back on. His
robe was soaked and wet patches were visible here and there. Ashamed of
what had happened to him, he hoped to quietly sneak back to his room.
Unfortunately, to gain access to the dormitory, he had to get pass the Fat
Lady portrait.

"Passwo-- My goodness, Harry, you look a sight!" exclaimed the Fat Lady.
"Whatever happened to you?"

"Not...nothing. Never mind. Just let me in, will ya?" Harry stammered.

"Oh, well..." said the Fat Lady, a bit chuffed. "You still have to give me
the password,"

Harry muttered it and the portrait swung open allowing him access to the
hole that led up Gryffindor tower. Luckily for Harry, no one else seemed to
be around to see his cum soaked hair and his robe which smelled of almost a
dozen boys' semen.

Harry quickly ran up to his room and showered in the en suite bathroom,
desperately trying to clean off the sticky goo that clung to his hair and
the stubborn remaining thin film that coated his face and body despite his
attempt o wipe them off. As he scrubbed himself he softly caressed him
nipples, recounting how good it felt when Malfoy and the Slytherins who had
abducted him and taken him back to their dormitory had gang banged him.
Despite the fact that he hated the boys from that house, he really enjoyed
the attention they gave to his body.

He felt his cock growing hard again as he recalled the encounter. With his
soapy hand he grabbed himself and began to stroke his cock again. However,
when his breathing began to grow laboured, he forced himself to stop and
quickly finished off his shower.

Emerging from the bathroom naked, he grabbed a towel and dried himself. He
found his wand on the damp cum soaked robe piled on the floor Then he laid
himself flat on his bed, and began to recount in his mind how Malfoy had
raped him, remembering how good it felt to have the sexy blond teengod's
cock up his asshole.

"Mobilicorpus." Once again Harry felt himself floating up in the air
horizontally, spread eagle. He looked around his room and spotted his
Firebolt broomstick.

"That should do nicely," thought Harry, and pointed his wand at it.
"Locomotor broomstick."

His Firebolt flew to him as he directed it with his wand. He made it hover
just in front of his asshole which was now exposed. Leaning over, Harry
spat copious amount of saliva into his palm. Then he carefully slathered it
onto his anus, spreading it with his finger to lubricate the inside.
Satisfied that he was sufficiently oiled, he pointed his wand again at the
broomstick to guide it.

The Firebolt gently nudged the end of its shaft at Harry's now raw rosebud.
It had been opened up by the less than gentle treatment of the Slytherin
boys. But Harry could not help wanting more. And as he lay back, still
floating in the air, he closed his eyes and recalled how hard and long
Malfoy's huge cock felt. He imagined Malfoy entering his chute as he guided
the broomstick up his anus magically with his wand.

The shaft of the broomstick was much larger than anything that has ever
gone up Harry, but he didn't care. He continued to push it up with his
wand, forcing open his anus even more. Harry gritted his teeth at the
pain. But he persisted and soon it grew used to the thick shaft. His his
sphincter relaxed and soon pleasurable sensations began to flow up his
spine and throughout his firm, lean and muscular teen body.

Casting another spell, the broomstick began to piston magically up and down
his asshole. Then Harry leaned back and relaxed, his legs splayed wide open
in the air, enjoying the ravages of the Firebolt. With the hand that was
still wet with his spit, he grabbed his rock hard cock and began stroking
it, slowly at first.

The broomstick continued to chugged in and out of his hole like a
relentless machine, sending unspeakable pleasure throughout his body. His
cock grew even harder as he strokes grew quciker."Ugghhh...!" Harry moaned
involuntarily, unable to contain the pleasure he was feeling. With his wand
hand, he pinched his hard nipples between his fingers and sent yet another
shockwave through his body. His feeling grew more urgent. Whipping his wand
he cast yet another spell to quicken the pace of the broomstick even more.

Harry hissed through his teeth, "Yeah, baby, fuck that asshole of mine.
Open it up big, Malfoy. Pierce my anus and dig deep, Draco!" Harry urged on
his imaginary assailant.

Soon the familiar feeling arrived. With a last whip of the wand, he
quickened the pace of the broom even further even as his body tensed, his
anal ring trying to choke and grip the broomstick to make it stop. His cock
hand flew up and down his turgid shaft furiously, finally sending him over
the top.

Harry closed his eyes, and threw his head back as he groaned in agony and
entered into a powerful convulsion. The veins in his neck stood out,
throbbing, as he squirmed and his tight torso bucked. Round after round of
watery cum fired up into the air, landing on his newly developed pectorals,
a few shots splattering forcefully onto Harry's face. Harry licked his lips
to savour his own delicious man seed.  With a final heave he choked his
cock to shoot the last of his load, as he flourished his wand to stop the
relentless broomstick. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to watch the
broomstick pull out from him. But the sight that greeted him made his eyes
grew wide.

Framed between his flayed out legs were two faces grinning from ear to ear
at the show they just saw--Fred and George!


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