Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2020 02:07:52 +0000
From: Robert Smith <smithwritesfic@outlook.com>
Subject: The Awakening of Harry Potter: Chapter 4

NOTE: This work of fiction is set between Goblet of Fire and Order of the
Phoenix in the Harry Potter timeline. I've used the film series rather than
the books as my primary inspiration especially from a visual
perspective. Sadly I don't own any of the copyrights or characters used or
mentioned in this story and they remain the property of their respective
owners.

Chapter Four: I Just Like It

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was strained.

Harry Potter and Dudley Dursely were sat opposite one another consuming
very different breakfasts. Harry was slowly crunching his way through a
single slice of toast while Dudley consumed an enormous fried breakfast
lovingly prepared by his mother. At this exact moment Dudley's entire focus
was on a single sausage. It was as if he had never seen a sausage in his
life let alone eaten one. Prior to the sausage Dudley had been singularly
focused on a slice of bacon and before that a forkful of baked beans. Harry
recognised that Dudley was more intent than usual to not acknowledge his
presence in the house. Harry on the other hand was unable to pull his focus
away from Dudley. He felt confident he could stretch eating a single slice
of bread to an age so long as Dudley was sat opposite him.

That Dudley was so intent on not acknowledging his presence had not
entirely surprised Harry although he had to confess it had stung a
little. In his wildest fantasy he had allowed himself to believe that their
second late night hallway encounter of the summer had in some way bonded
them. That after a lifetime of bullying the two of them would somehow be
friends. More than friends even. Of course ignoring Harry was at least
preferable to the violent outburst that ended their first late night
hallway encounter of the summer. At least in this scenario he was able to
be close to Dudley. To watch him and take him in.

"....ok Duddykins?"

His Aunt's utterly ridiculous baby name for Dudley broke through Harry's
laserlike focus on his cousin. He supposed that she had been talking for
sometime although what had been said Harry had no clue although it would
not be information he needed or wanted. Nor would it be information that
his Aunt would care to share with him.

Dudley's inaudible grunt of a response was more than enough to draw Harry
back to him. He wondered for a brief moment if Dudley had been paying about
as much attention to Aunt Petunia as he had. That was probably the
case. But what, exactly, was Dudley thinking about right now? The fried egg
that he was seemingly intensely focused on now couldn't possibly be the
singular thought in his mind. Not after last night. Not after what they'd
done together in that hallway. Surely he was thinking about what had
happened and that meant he was thinking about Harry. This thought rather
unexpectedly sent butterflies into flight in Harry's stomach. Dudley was
thinking about him...

But what would those thoughts be? Anger? Confusion? Harry had spent the
better part of a week now trying to make sense of his own confusion
surrounding his now undeniable attraction to Dudley. Dudley had had just
hours to try and process the events of last night and if Harry had to guess
he would say that Dudley had not been successful. Dudley's actions the
previous night had been most unexpected and more than anything Harry wanted
to question him about them. He wanted to ask what had happened, what it had
meant, why Dudley had been listening at his door in the first place and so
many other questions. But he held back. If Dudley had answers to those
questions he wasn't ready to share them and pushing him would likely result
in another violent explosion. Harry would have to try his best to be
patient.

"Oh Duddykins, are you finished? Did you not enjoy it?" Dudley had
practically launched himself up from the table. At least half of his
breakfast left untouched on the plate. "Is everything ok?"

"I'm fine!"

The words came out as a mumbled rush as if they were just one short breath
and then Dudley was gone. Marching from the kitchen and stomping up the
stairs.

Aunt Petunia shot a dirty look in Harry's direction as if this were all his
fault. For the first time Harry realised that this accusation might just be
accurate but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead
Harry shot a polite smile back at his Aunt who seemed horrified by the
whole exchange and scurried away. His appetite suddenly gone, Harry cleared
his plate and followed Dudley upstairs.

Harry had to admit that he was ever so slightly disappointed when Dudley
wasn't waiting for him in the hallway. Disappointed that he hadn't once
again discovered his cousin lingering outside of his room. Instead Dudley
was locked away inside his own room. Harry could hear the slight thumping
of music from the otherside of the door. He wondered what his cousin was
doing in there; how was he sorting through the thousands of thoughts and
feelings and questions that must be colliding in his head right now? Harry
wasn't sure he'd ever know the answer.

As he entered his own room Harry felt a sense of pride that despite his
interaction with Dudley he'd still managed to complete operation
clean-up. His freshly cleaned clothes were folded and neatly stored
away. The tissues, scraps of paper and leftover food that had littered the
room were now disposed of. He'd even gone to the trouble of making his bed
this morning. As much as he was still obsessing over every detail of last
night's encounter with Dudley it had at least partially released him from
his constant craving for his cousin. He was finally able to focus on
something other than Dudley.

The latest edition of The Daily Prophet lay unread on his desk but he
ignored it. Concerned that immersing himself in the wizarding world and the
return of Volvermort that must surely be dominating the pages of the
Prophet by now would open him up to a return of his nightmares. A return to
replaying Cedric's death every time he closed his eyes. Instead he turned
his attention to the stack of books that were piled in a corner of his
desk. Hermione had loaded them into his trunk on the final day of term
proclaiming them a little light reading to keep him occupied over the
summer. He hadn't done more than glance at them since unpacking his
belongings but with nothing else to do his hand reached for a book...

* * * * *

He'd fallen asleep. It was hard to say how far he'd gotten into the book or
even what the book was about but Harry could say with complete certainty
that he had fallen asleep while reading it. He'd awoken, some unclear
period later, sprawled atop the covers of his bed with the book discarded
on the floor. For the first time all summer Harry wasn't sure what, if
anything, he'd dreamt about. There was no replay of Cedric's death nor the
resurrection of Voldermort but equally his resting mind had not been
swimming in thoughts of Dudley. He had simply slept for the first time that
summer and felt all the better for it.

The alarm clock positioned next to his bed informed him that he'd lost the
day. It was rapidly approaching 6PM. It had not been a simple power nap
then but rather a full blown sleep. A long overdue one.

"Duddykins!"

That ridiculous baby name once again. It was as if she didn't have eyes and
couldn't see her son. As if she couldn't recognise how entirely unfitting
that ridiculous name was for the hulking imposing figure to which it
referred.

"What?" Dudley's grumpy boom of a response indicated that he did not
appreciate being disturbed by his mother.

"Mummy and daddy are off out now..." This was news to Harry. Although his
Aunt and Uncle would not have thought to have informed him of their
plans. "...remember mummy reminded you about it this morning?"

"Yes!"

The conversation, Harry realised, was taking place through Dudley's
door. His Aunt's voice raised ever so slightly to carry through the door
and over the sounds of music or the TV playing within.

"Ok... well... Goodbye."

"Yes. Bye."

Harry listened from his bed as his Aunt and Uncle departed for the
evening. As he heard Vernon's car pull out of the drive he wondered where
they might be going. It was rare for them to go anywhere without Dudley. At
times Dudley seemed to be their entire reason for being. Under other
circumstances, in a different family that might have been touching and
sweet yet in the Dursley household it was anything but. Even the
unconditional and unfailing love his Aunt and Uncle had for their son
seemed somehow twisted and broken to Harry.

As quickly as the thought of where his Aunt and Uncle may be off to for the
night entered his head it departed. Harry had no real interest in what
their plans were. Now that his brain was clear after weeks of being fogged
up with thoughts of Cedric and then Dudley, Harry thought about writing
letters to Ron and Hermoine. He had no idea what he would say or how he
would attempt to describe the events of his summer so far but he thought
that at least trying to put some of it into words might help. Although now,
for the first time, Harry was realising that not only had he not written to
Ron or Hermoine so far this summer but that they had not written to
him. This was not entirely unusual for Ron but in previous years Hermonie's
letters had arrived nearly every day and yet this year nothing.

Was it possible his mail was being intercepted?

Harry dismissed the idea. It didn't seem likely. At least it didn't seem
likely that it wouldn't eventually arrive with him. For him to have heard
nothing from his friends all summer was strange. Unsettling
almost. Particularly after the events at the end of term. He had seen
Voldermort return. A dark wizard that had killed his parents and tried to
kill him on multiple occasions at this point. Why wouldn't Hermione and Ron
be writing to check-up on him? Why wouldn't they be concerned not to have
heard from him? Ron and his older brothers had once stolen a flying car to
rescue him so concerned had they been for his safety and now not so much as
a letter.

Harry realised that a dark mood was about to descend upon him. A dark mood
that he wanted no part of. After weeks of sleepless and restless nights
he'd finally been able to clear his head. This new dark cloud on the
horizon was something he'd rather avoid. He was sure there was a perfectly
reasonable explanation for Ron and Hermione's lack of contact. They were
his closest friends. They would not abandon him. He knew that. He'd write
letters to them. He'd make-up some nonsense about what a peaceful summer he
was having and ask about what they'd been up to in their time apart and
then set Hedwig out into the night to deliver them. With any luck, and
knowing Hermione, he'd have responses by the end of tomorrow full of
apologies and explanations for not writing sooner.

Over the next 20 minutes Harry sat at the desk in the corner of his room
scratching and scribbling at parchment. None of the phrases and words he
was choosing sounded right. The stories of an uneventful and lazy summer
felt like obvious lies. He didn't manage more than a handful of sentences
to either Ron or Hermione before balling the parchment up and throwing it
aside. The dark mood, Harry realised, was descending and so he abandoned
his plans to write to his friends.

Pulling himself up from his desk Harry was at a loss for what to do. Hedwig
grumpily squawked at him as he paced the floor of his room.

"Oh I'm sorry girl, are you hungry?"

Carefully Harry unlatched the door to the cage Hedwig called home over
their summer break from Hogwarts and stumbled back as Hedwig launched
herself from the cage and out of the window. He had neglected Hedwig so far
this summer. Left her in her cage for too long. As he watched her fly out
into the evening sky he reminded himself to be more mindful of her. And
perhaps she had the right idea in her demands for food. Harry had only
eaten a few bites of toast this morning. Some food was sure to lift his
spirits.

As he entered the hallway Harry glanced toward Dudley's door. Still
closed. For a moment Harry contemplated knocking on Dudley's door. Perhaps
offering him food. He instantly thought better of this decision reminding
himself that he'd resolved to give Dudley some space. Harry was confident
that Dudley would seek him out when he was ready. What would follow on from
that Harry was less confident about but time would tell.

The sound of a news report from the TV hit Harry as he descended the
stairs. He gave it little thought. It wasn't uncommon for his Aunt and
Uncle to insist on leaving the television on when they left the house. His
Uncle had once insisted that it would make any would be burglars believe
they were still in. Harry thought this idea was ridiculous but his opinion
had not been asked for and so he hadn't given it.

It was only when he reached the bottom of the stairs and looked into the
living room that Harry stopped in his tracks. His Aunt and Uncle had not
left the television on instead Dudley was lounged on the sofa apparently
watching it. Although it was quite unlike Dudley to be watching the news so
perhaps watching wasn't quite the right word. Maybe just absentmindedly
staring at it.

Harry was torn. He was sure he wouldn't be able to enter the kitchen and
source some dinner without Dudley taking notice of his presence and now
that they were alone there was no telling how Dudley would react. Harry had
felt reasonably confident that Dudley would be able to contain his temper
around his parents. They might not have disapproved of Dudley's fists
knocking Harry to the ground but they'd have surely wanted an
explanation. They'd have wanted to know what Harry had done to provoke
their son and that was a question Dudey would not have wanted to
answer. And so all things considered a retreat back up the stairs seemed in
order. It was safer, Harry decided, to keep his distance from Dudley while
they were alone until he could more fully gauge his cousin's reaction to
what had happened last night.

"Harry..." Dudley's voice almost caused Harry to leap into the
air. "...come sit."

For a moment Harry froze on the spot. To say that Dudley inviting him to
join him in the living room was unexpected would be an understatement. Of
the many possible scenarios to Dudley realising he was just feet away Harry
could have envisioned that wouldn't have made the list and yet it had
happened. Calmly and in a tone Harry barely recognised from his cousin he'd
been invited to sit in the living room with Dudley. Taking a breath and
preparing himself for whatever might be about to come Harry entered the
living room.

Dudley was sprawled in the corner of the sofa in his familiar summer attire
of shorts and t-shirt.

"Sit!"

Dudley nodded toward the opposite end of the sofa as he spoke clearly
indicating where he expected Harry to sit. Nervously Harry approached and
awkwardly perched on the edge of the sofa cushion. Dudley was staring at
him. Taking him in as if for the first time.

The two of them sat in an awkward silence. The news report continued on on
the television but neither was paying it any attention. Harry, tense and
coiled like a cat ready to pounce, was at least looking in the direction of
the TV screen even if he was taking none of it in. Dudley, surprisingly
relaxed Harry thought, was still staring at him.

"...and now for the weather with Samantha Banks."

With this announcement from the newscaster Dudley's attention snapped back
to the television and Harry allowed himself to breathe again. He couldn't
quite understand what was happening. This was nicer than Dudley had ever
been to him before. Maybe he'd been wrong at breakfast this morning maybe
their hallway encounters had bonded them. Or perhaps this was all some kind
of elaborate trap waiting to be sprung. He'd let his guard down and then -
WHAM!

"God she's so fit!"

Dudley was referring to the curvy blonde woman now dominating the TV screen
as she delivered a weather forecast for the week ahead. Her blouse and
skirt Harry decided were entirely too tight. It was clear she had dressed
to capture the attention of male viewers and in the case of Dudley Dursley
at least she had been entirely successful.

"I'd absolutely ruin her don't you think?" Harry almost sputtered and
choked on this declaration from his cousin and his eyes instantly snapped
to the corner of the sofa. Dudley's attention was firmly fixed to the large
TV screen and the woman rambling on about the heatwave that was gripping
Britain but his hand was between his legs. Squeezing at his sizeable cock
through the material of his shorts. "Just another slut that can't handle
Big D!"

"Yeah... right..."

Harry agreed without thinking. He was in for a repeat performance of the
previous night only closer this time and he didn't want to jeapordise
that. So he sat silent and still as Dudley continued to stroke and fumble
at his cock. Biting his lower lip and letting out a low rumbling moan.

"Fuck she's getting me hard!"

Harry could see the truth of this statement. He could make out Dudley's
cock growing and expanding within his shorts. He could see Dudley's fingers
wrapping around the thick shaft through his shorts and he was sure he could
see his shorts beginning to dampen where the head was leaking
precum. Dudley it seemed was not wearing underwear this evening.

"Do you want to feel it?"

Harry's heart almost stopped. Dudley was staring directly at him now.

"I... yes..." His voice was barely a whisper but he did want to feel
it. More than anything Harry wanted to reach out and feel Dudley's hard
cock.

"Then ask..."

"Can... can I..."

"No!" Dudley cut him off instantly and was smirking at him. It was a smirk
that sent electricity through Harry. "Ask properly babydick. Ask to feel a
real man's dick!"

Instinctively Harry understood what Dudley wanted and knew that he would
give it to him because he wanted it to. Last night they had stumbled upon a
shared desire and despite what Harry might have thought this morning
clearly Dudley had recognised it for what it was. And not just recognised
it Dudley was prepared to use it. To take advantage of it. And Harry was
ready to be taken advantage of.

"Please Dudley..." Harry wasn't sure when exactly it had happened but he
realised he was no longer perched on the edge of the sofa but rather on his
knees in front of it. His hand already slowly reaching out toward
Dudley. "...I need to know how a real man feels. And you're so
big. Please."

In response to Harry's whining pleading Dudley removed his hand from his
cock leaving it free for Harry. His hand continued to journey toward Dudley
until finally he was at the promised land. His fingertips running up the
thick hard shaft of Dudley's cock before wrapping themselves around
it. Finally feeling it in his hand even if it was through the thin material
of Dudley's shorts.

"That's it... nice and slow..." Unconsciously Harry had begun to slowly
stroke Dudley's cock and his cousin seemed to approve of his hand slowly
moving up and down the shaft.

Harry looked up at Dudley. His eyes were closed. Presumably off in some
fantasy land but Harry didn't care. He had everything he needed here. He
could feel Dudley's thick cock throb in his hand as he slowly stroked
it. Impossibly it felt as if it were growing larger in his hand. Was that
what other people's cocks did? Harry had no experience of stroking any cock
but his own which he had no hesitation in admitting was tiny compared to
Dudley's. He could use just two fingers and a thumb to stroke himself to
completion but his hand was struggling to fully close around Dudley's
girth. It felt alien and entirely too big in his hand and yet Harry
wouldn't have given it up for anything.

"How's that feel?"

Dudley's eyes were open again now. Looking down at Harry as Harry continued
to slowly stroke his cock. For his part Harry wasn't sure he had the words
to describe how this felt. To finally be holding Dudley's glorious cock in
his hand. To be stroking it. To be feeling it pulse and grow at his
touch. It was indescribable but he knew he needed to say something. He did
not want to risk this all being taken away from him now.

"Amazing. It's just so big..."

"Take it out!"

Once again Harry almost choked on Dudley's words. The entire situation felt
unreal to him as if he'd slipped into a particularly vivid dream of his and
any second now he'd wake up again. But this was reality and his hands
really were on the waistband of Dudley's shorts tugging and pulling them
down. A loud slap as Dudley's hard cock sprung free of his shorts and hit
his stomach. Harry hurriedly pulled the shorts completely free from
Dudley's legs and threw them to one side before turning his attention to
Dudley's now released cock. It was every bit as glorious up close as it had
been from a distance. Long and thick with a pair of heavy balls. Harry
desperately wanted to lick it. To know how Dudley tasted but he didn't
dare. He didn't yet know where Dudley's boundaries were and couldn't risk
ending this incredible moment and so he once again wrapped his fingers
around the shaft. Felt the warmth of Dudley's dick in his hand.

"Yours too..." Harry stared blankly at Dudley somehow not fully
understanding what was being demanded of him. "Get yours out too
babydick. Let's compare!"

Harry was suddenly nervous. He'd exposed himself to Dudley the night before
and shown his cousin the difference in their size but it felt more real and
more dangerous this close. He would feel more exposed and inadequate with
his own cock this close to Dudley's. But he also knew he had no choice. Not
if he wanted this, whatever it was, to continue and Harry very much wanted
this to continue.

Reluctantly Harry let go of Dudley's cock and pulled himself up to his feet
so that he could more easily tug his tracksuit bottoms down. Like Dudley he
wasn't underwear and as he pulled his trousers down over his thighs his
cock sprang free. Unlike Dudley there was no loud slap as his cock
connected with his stomach. It just pointed straight out like a thin little
finger. As he caught sight of his own cock and Dudley's in the same eyeline
Harry was struck by a desire to cover up. To hide his dick from his cousin
and Dudley's sniggering little laugh only strengthened that desire.

"Come here..."

As instructed Harry lowered himself down onto the sofa so that he was
kneeling and his cock was level with Dudley's. With a little maneuvering
the two dicks were practically next to one another and almost
touching. Dudley's dwarfed Harry's. It looked to be almost double the
length and more than twice as thick.

"Look at that pathetic little thing. No wonder you want mine."

Cautiously Harry reached out to touch Dudley again. To once again feel that
warmth in his hand but he was stopped. Dudley had grabbed his wrist. Harry
stretched out his fingers but the best he could manage was for his
fingertips to lightly tickle at Dudley's heavy balls.

"Ask permission!"

"Please! I need it! Please!"

Dudley let go of Harry's wrist and Harry instantly wrapped his hand back
around that thick hard shaft. He was soon back on his knees and once again
slowly stroking Dudley's cock. Watching as the foreskin pulled back
exposing the head of Dudley's cock. Taking note of the precum leaking down
on the shaft. And then watching the foreskin return as Harry's hand slid
back up the shaft.

"Go faster..." Dudley's eyes were closed again and his head tilted back
slightly. Returning to whatever private fantasy was playing out in his
head. Harry did as he was instructed and stroked faster. "Get it wet!"

Harry tried to spit but his mouth was dry. No matter how hard he tried he
was suddenly incapable of producing more than a few drops of spit.

"Fucking useless!

Dudley sat forward suddenly and spat. His spit covered his dick and Harry's
hand and as it did Harry felt the difference. He noticed how much smoother
and easier his hand travelled up and down Dudley's cock. How it was easier
for him to stroke faster. And as he heard Dudley moan he realised how much
more Dudley was enjoying it. His hand was making Dudley moan. He was giving
Dudley pleasure. With each stroke the moans were getting louder and
deeper. If he continued like this then Harry might even be able to make
Dudley repeat that roar like orgasm.

"Use your mouth..." Harry spat and this time more than just a few drops
were produced. His own spit mixed with Dudley's to further slicken his
cousin's glorious cock. "No. Use your fucking mouth!"

It happened so fast that Harry barely had time to register it.

Dudley reached out and his hand grabbed the back of Harry's head. His
fingers tangling in Harry's hair. And he was pushing Harry down. Even if
he'd tried Harry couldn't have stopped him. Suddenly his lips were at the
head of Dudley's cock. Instinctively Harry opened as wide as he could and
the head of Dudley's cock passed his lips and into his mouth. His tongue
and sense exploded with the taste and smell of Dudley. A sweet musty
sensation. But Dudley wasn't finished. He was still pushing Harry
down. Pushing his cock deeper into Harry's mouth. Harry was almost
instantly choking and spluttering on the cock. He'd never taken one before
and Dudley's was instantly overpowering him. He didn't know what to do and
he couldn't breathe. If this bothered Dudley it didn't stop him. He kept
forcing Harry down until there was nothing but the sound of gagging and
choking and spit pouring onto Dudley's cock. Finally Harry was released and
finally he could breathe again.

Harry took in deep gulping breaths as he studied Dudley's cock. It was a
slick wet mess covered in spit. For a second Harry had been sure he was
going to throw up on it but at that exact moment Dudley had released him.

"I said use your mouth!"

This had been exactly what Harry had wanted but now it was happening he
wasn't sure he could handle it. Cautiously his mouth once again approached
the head of Dudley's cock and he opened wide. He felt Dudley's hand on the
back of his head again and those fingers clutching at his hair. But Dudley
didn't force him this time. He let Harry wrap his lips around and the head
and slowly begin to swallow. Just a couple of inches made it into Harry's
mouth before he began to choke and splutter and as he did he felt Dudley
pulling him back up to the head. And then Dudley was guiding him back down
until that choking sputtering sound began again and Harry was pulled back
up. This was repeated again and again and each time Harry would take just a
little more of Dudley's cock. Slowly he settled into a rhythm and Dudley's
forceful guiding hand wasn't necessary. His lips were able to slide up and
down Dudley's cock. Comfortably taking three or four inches at a time.

"Yeah that's it..."

Harry was overjoyed to hear Dudley's pleasured moans return. That meant
that he could begin to enjoy the taste and feel of Dudley in his mouth. It
was a feeling unlike anything he'd experienced to have the head of Dudley's
cock pressing against the back of his throat every few seconds but one he
was taking a great deal of pleasure from. Every moan and sigh from Dudley
sent Harry to heaven too.

"Play with my balls too!" As his mouth continued to work on Dudley's cock
Harry's hand gently cupped, tickled and squeezed at Dudley's balls just as
instructed. "Oh fuck... that's a good little slut!"

To be described as a good little slut by Dudley was almost more than Harry
could take. He hadn't even touched his own cock but he could feel his
orgasm nearing. Just the feel, taste and now words of Dudley had brought
Harry to the edge. It would take almost nothing to push him over the
edge. And then Dudley's hand was tugging at his hair again. Pulling his
mouth from that glorious cock.

"Hand..."

Harry did as instructed and once again wrapped his hand around Dudley's
cock and began stroking. It was still slick and wet from spit so Harry's
hand practically glided over the shaft which seemed to please Dudley if the
loud rumbling moans and sighs were any indication. As he continued to
stroke a thought occurred to Harry. More than a thought, a desire. He was
watching Dudley's balls bounce with each stroke of his cock and he wanted
them. He wanted to taste them. To lick and to kiss them. So as his hand
continued its work Harry lowered his mouth to Dudley's balls and kissed
them.

Dudley let out an approving groan and so Harry continued. His tongue
rolling over them as Dudley moaned. And then greedily he placed Dudley's
balls into his mouth and gently sucked on them.

"Oh fuck!" Harry sucked harder as he stroked faster. "You're gonna make
me..."

Those were all the words Dudley could get out before that deep animalistic
roar took over. Harry felt Dudley's cock and balls pump and throb as he
came. His eyes darted up to see Dudley's cum erupt from his cock with shot
after shot and he felt the orgasm wash over Dudley like a wave. His muscles
twitching and spasming. And then there was silence and Harry reluctantly
withdrew from Dudley, releasing his cock and balls.

From his position on his knees in front of the sofa Harry admired Dudley in
post-orgasm glow. He looked entirely satisfied and content in a way Harry
had never seen anyone look before. He realised that he had done that. He
had brought Dudley to this point. That wasn't all he'd done though. He'd
also made quite the mess. From his vantage point between Dudley's thick
thighs Harry had not been able to appreciate the volume of cum that Dudley
had produced but it was extraordinary. Dudley's shirt was covered in large
pools and splattered stains. But it wasn't just the shirt. Dudley's neck
and check had been hit as well and Harry thought he could see spots on the
sofa and perhaps even in Dudley's hair.

As he took in the sight of Dudley's cum Harry remembered how it had tasted
last night. Remembered the excitement and satisfaction of licking it from
his door and the carpet. Remembered how badly he had wanted more. He
lurched forward catching an unprepared Dudley off guard. His tongue ran
over just some of the stains on Dudley's shirt. Sucking and lapping up the
cum that was seeping into it. And then his tongue was on Dudley's neck and
cleaning the cum from his skin. Following it to his check. Searching for
every drop.

And then Dudley was kissing him!

As quickly as Harry had moved to taste Dudley's cum Dudley had moved to
press his lips against Harry's. Turning his head and grabbing Harry's
face. Their lips were pressed together for just a second or two and then
Dudley's tongue was pressing against Harry's lips and they parted allowing
Dudley's tongue to swirl and twist and glide through his mouth. Then it
ended and Harry fell back to his knees.

"Good sluts deserve a reward..." Apparently this was the explanation for
the kiss. It was to be Harry's reward for a job well done. Or perhaps there
was more. Harry watched as Dudley pulled his cum covered shirt over his
head, exposing his broad powerful upper body, and then threw down to
Harry. "Enjoy!"

Harry greedily took in the scent and taste of the shirt as Dudley climbed
off the sofa. He wondered if Dudley would demand the shirt back in a minute
or two. Or tomorrow. Or next week. Or was this to be his souvenir of the
evening? A forever reminder of this encounter. Not that he would need any
help recalling every last detail of this night. Harry was sure that he
would remember it and relive it for as long as he lived. But for now he was
more than content to smell and lick and suck at Dudley's shirt. Enjoying
just a few more drops of this man.

"I'm not gay you know..." Dudley was stood in the doorway of the living
room watching Harry. He'd put his shorts back on but remained shirtless
allowing Harry to take in the sight of his strong chest and
shoulders. "...I don't like boys. I just like getting off."

Harry wasn't sure if he was supposed to respond. He didn't care how Dudley
identified. He only cared that Dudley would continue to let him do what
they'd done tonight. That Dudley would let Harry help him to get
off. Should he say that? Should he tell Dudley that he could use him
anytime he liked?

"I like getting you off!"

Harry just blurted it out. He needed Dudley to know. Dudley smiled a
little.

"Yeah. You did good Harry."

With that Dudley turned and marched up the stairs to his room leaving Harry
alone with his shirt in the living room.