Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 22:15:18 EDT From: HarryPotterBK5@aol.com Subject: Harry Potter and the Source of His Bone 1 (Revised) Harry Potter and the Source of His Bone DISCLAIMER: None of the Harry Potter characters are homosexual. To the best of my knowledge, all actors portraying Harry Potter characters are heterosexual. This story is an unauthorized fantasy involving the characters depicted in the Harry Potter Series. Harry Potter characters, names and all related indicia are Trademarks and Copyright of Warner Bros. All rights reserved. Harry Potter is also Copyright of J.K. Rowling. Chapter One: The Boy Who Jizzed Harry Potter and his new best friend, Ron Weasley, were absolutely delighted to discover they were to stay in the same dormitory. Neither was quite certain why they were so liking of each other, nor did they care. They just enjoyed being together. Harry and Ron decided to turn in early that evening. They wanted to be alone where they could talk. Ron was staring absently at Harry's scar. Realizing what he was doing, Ron snapped back to his senses. "Where were you just now, Ron?" Harry inquired. "I, um... I just... I love your scar. It's so, um... sexy." Ron gasped as he realized what he'd said. What had he done? How would Harry react? Ron was now very nervous. He was about to apologize when Harry spoke. "Thanks. No one's ever said they like my scar before. My uncle Vernon makes me cover it up. He's afraid people will think they're raising a freak. This made Ron only slightly relieved. "You really think my scar is... sexy?" Asked Harry. Ron didn't know what to say. How was Harry expecting him to answer? "It's all right. You can tell me. I rather fancy you myself, what with that silky red hair of yours." Ron was absolutely astonished, while ecstatic at the same time. He felt ten feet tall. His fear had gone. He was on top of the world. "Yes, I do think your scar is sexy. I've wanted you since we first met on the Hogwarts Express." Harry smiled. "Lucky for you the train was full." Said Harry. "It wasn't full. I went from car to car searching for you." Ron said, his face turning as red as his hair. "I'm glad you found me." "Me too." Ron said, shyly. Ron got up from his bed and sat beside Harry, who was sitting on his own bed. "Let me show you something." Ron said nervously. Harry nodded. Ron reached his hands down into Harry's robes. He rubbed Harry's little boy cock into an erection. Granted, his erection was small, Harry being 11 years old and all. Harry gave a gentle moan. Ron then slid his hand inside Harry's pants. "Lay back." Ron whispered sensually in Harry's ear. Harry laid flat on his back and Ron slid Harry's pants and boxers down to his ankles. Harry's four-inch, thin, wand stuck straight up, pleading for attention. Ron fondled Harry's cock as Harry moaned invitingly. Harry had never felt such pleasure in all his life. Ron slid himself between Harry's legs. He gently licked Harry's ass crack, making Harry squeal in erotic ecstasy. Ron's tongue proceeded to Harry's tiny, smooth nutsack. Ron flicked the sweet sack with his steamy warm tongue, sending Harry into an involuntary seizure. This was followed by shaking, as though Harry were freezing. Harry was anything but freezing. He was in mind-altering sexual bliss. Wizard or not, Harry thought to himself, Ron's tongue was pure magic. Ron decided to go for the Galleons. Like a snake to a running rat, Ron pounced upon Harry's cock, swallowing it in one delicious gulp. His tongue worked Harry's cock over, sending Harry into uncharted orgasmic oblivion. Ron sucked, slurped, massaged and rode Harry's boy cock for several minutes, during which time Harry lost all control of his body and his mind. Harry felt as though he were dying but in the best way imaginable. Sweat was screaming from his skin, soaking his robes. Ron, feasting away on Harry's magical meat, began to get hot himself. Suddenly Harry roared like the Gryffindor Lion, expelling sweet, warm juice into Ron's tender, hot lips. Harry panted heavily as he came down from his sexual high and Ron drank the hot boy juice. When the two sexy wizards had cooled down from their mutually gratifying sexual engagement Harry asked Ron where he had learned to do the magic he had just performed on Harry's baby dick. "Fred and George taught me last year. I've been sucking their cocks every day ever since." "They ever suck you?" Harry asked. "Yeah, but they tease me at times because I can't ejaculate yet like they can. They'd like you, Harry. I never heard of an 11 year old who could cum." "If they're near as good as you, they can suck my cock any time." Harry said excitedly. The next night Ron and Harry invited Fred and George to their dormitory. The four hotties gathered round Harry's bed and began to argue over who got to dry out Harry's cock juice first. "You're not going first, Ron. You sucked it last night." Protested George. The three Weasley babes continued arguing. "QUIET!" The Weasley's turned and looked at Harry, stunned. "Why don't you do rock, paper, scissors to see who lands me first?" Harry suggested to the twins. The twins, always thinking outside the box, had a better idea. "George, wizard chess will take too long! I want that juicy cock now!" Fred protested. "If you can't make up your minds, then I suppose I'll be the only one." Said Ron. "The only what?" Fred asked. Ron looked at them, smiling. "The only one to experience the boy who jizzed."