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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley, Lee_Jordan/Fred_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Ron_Weasley, Lee_Jordan, Fred_Weasley, George_Weasley
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-05 Chapters: 4/? Words: 1994
****** Red Heads Do It Well ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Ron had always avoided the locker room since he had discovered his
     sexuality, making
     excuses to not go in there while the other men were getting changed.
     But what if someone
     else was gay? What if someone, say, waited in the locker room
     especially for him to come
     in?
     Constructive criticism and corrections are very much welcome.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The game had ended ages ago, with everyone wet and all the players coated in a
thick layer of
mud. Ron had waited until the rest of the Gryffindor team had left the changing
room before
entering himself. Usually he told them all that he was going to go and practice
on the field, but
instead just lurked about and waited. He couldn't trust himself around the
other men. He barely
trusted himself in the dorm room at night, with all the noises the guys around
him made during the
night. When Ron was 13, he finally began to feel attracted to other people. It
was a shock to him
when he practising that, unlike his friends he wasn't attracted to women.
He was attracted to men, like his friends. His first real crush was one of
them, Dean. He had not
known how to go about it, it's not as if they wrote a manual on how to deal
with your first crush
when it is a man. He had heard his friends touch themselves in the dorm room
for a while before
he began to be turned on by the sound of it. As soon as he heard the sounds
start, he would
suddenly become rock hard. His cock would strain against his boxers, trying to
break free. At first,
Ron refused to touch himself, telling himself that it was wrong to do that.
Eventually, he gave in to
his urges and Ron realised that he was gay. It was something that wasn't really
talked about by
wizards and witches. They avoided the subject, not really knowing anything
about it. Recently
that had slowly been changing, with people beginning to talk about it and
saying how it is normal
and that the young wizards and witches of Hogwarts should be taught about it,
just like they are
with heterosexual sex. But, that was still a long way off and Ron still
couldn't wrap his head
around the feelings that he was having. That's one of the problems with
Hogwarts. You can't talk
things over with your parents, all you have is the house head and there was no
way he was going
to talk about his feelings with Professor McGonnagall.
The realisation of his sexuality was what had caused him to avoid the changing
rooms after
Quidditch for as long as he could remember. He would do something else instead,
like practicing
or just sitting and waiting until he was sure that they were all gone. Today's
game was no different
to any other. Griffindor won against Ravenclaw and while the rest of the team
showered and
washed the mud off themselves, Ron stayed on the pitch and practiced a few new
moves, until he
was sure that he would be able to do them during games. By the time he had
finished doing that,
the stadium was well and truly deserted. Ron made his way over to the
Gryffindor changing sheds,
putting the broom he had been using in the rack.
He entered the showers and as he had expected, they were empty and silent. He
made his way to
his locker and took out his normal clothes, putting them on the wooden bench,
before he made his
way to the showers. He stripped off the filthy robes and threw them on the
ground, knowing that
the house elves would collect them later and wash them for him. He moved into
the hot stream of
water and began to wash his body. Since he first discovered his sexuality so
much had changed.
He had gained so much muscle, his stomach was covered in rock hard ab muscle,
covered in a
thin layer of ginger hair. His cock had grown too, now almost 6 inches soft. He
washed that too,
covering it in soapy bubbles from his wand.
That's when he heard and low, quiet groan. Ron stood completely still,
listening intently and for a
moment all he heard was the dripping of water down the drain. Then he heard it.
Breathing.
Heavy and panicked. Ron grabbed a towel from the pile to his left, covering his
body and
fastening it. He grabbed his wand and pointed it at the noise.
"Accio," he said, and all of a sudden there was a naked, hard Harry and Ron
held an invisibility
cloak in his hand.
***** Chapter 2 *****
"Bloody hell!?" Ron yelled at the sight of his best friend. Harry look at him,
a look of horror on
his face.
"I...I'm..." he stuttered, looking at the ground in shame.
Ron couldn't help but take in the sight that he was seeing. Harry had a much
smaller cock that he
did, only about 6 inches hard, compared to Ron's 8. Harry was completely coated
in a thick layer
of dark, thick hair. Ron could feel his cock swelling at the sight. He had
imagined Harry naked for
so long, but it was nothing compared to the real thing that he saw.
Harry looked up at his best friend, only to see the bulge pressing itself
against the towel.
"Ron...are you..." Harry struggled to say.
Ron turned bright red. He knew exactly what Harry was talking about just by his
face, and the
fact that he was very aware that his cock was fully erect against the loose
fitting towel.
Of course, this is when the towel decided to give way to the huge cock trapped
inside, dropping
from Ron's hips. Harry gasped at the sight of Ron. It was huge. Ron looked at
Harry, at first he
was shocked, but upon seeing his best friends reaction he relaxed. He moved
towards his best
friend, his huge cock swinging with each step, his low hanging balls slapping
his legs with each
step.
Harry was startled at his friend moving towards him, the sight of his friend's
huge cock moving,
the bright red hair that surrounded it. He sat completely still out of shock.
Ron was soon standing
in front of him, completely naked.
Then Ron did something that he had wanted to do since he first was turned on by
his best friend.
He pulled up his best friend by his sweaty, hairy armpits and pulled him close,
placing his hands
on his best friends perky, hairy arse. Then he moved his head and began to
passionately kiss him,
a violent, frantic, angry, passionate snog.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Harry froze with shock, then started snogging back. He touched Ron everywhere
he had wanted
to touch him for such a long time. He stroked his best friends muscular back,
felt his firm arse. At
the same time, Ron touched him everywhere he had ever wanted to be touched.
Ron couldn't control himself once he started touching Harry. He grabbed
everything he could of
his shorter best friend. His hairy arse, which he also slapped playfully. Harry
groaned as they
moved as one, Ron's cock rubbing against Harry's hair coated abs.
Suddenly, Ron grabbed his best friends arse and lifted him up off the ground.
He moved while
holding him and sat on the wooden bench, his best friend sitting on his legs.
Ron kissed Harry's
neck and Harry moaned at his best friends kisses.
Harry stopped for a second and picked up his wand, which he had dropped on the
bench in shock.
He pointed it at his best friends cock, muttering a spell. Ron's cock began to
glisten in the dim
light of the showers. Harry grinned and threw his wand away. He eased his hole
onto Ron's huge
cock. His friend groaned as Harry moved, his hole taking Ron's cock slowly.
Harry groaned at the
feeling of Ron's huge cock inside him. Harry started moving up and down, slowly
at first, and
then faster and faster.
"Oh fuck, Harry," Ron said, groaning at the feeling of his friend's tight hole
on his cock. Ron put
his hands on the bench and braced himself, and began thrusting upwards, Harry
bouncing up and
down on his cock, moaning in pleasure.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" a familiar voice said.
"Merlin's loose cunt!" Ron yelled, seeing his brothers faces.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Fred had known that his little brother was gay for a very long time, almost as
long as he had know
that he himself wasn't exactly straight. His little brother may have tried to
keep it a secret that he
was in love with his best friend, but it didn't take a genius to see it. The
lingering looks, the
shameful face giving away what he was thinking. He had seen it all before, in
himself.
People had said that the twins had a single brain, thinking as one person but
that simply wasn't
true. Fred had his secrets, as he was sure George had. Fred's biggest secret
was his sexuality. He
hadn't told anyone, aside from the other guys he had fooled around with. Even
his twin brother
with whom he spent most of his time. He had always been ashamed of it, since
learning of it when
he was 12. In that time he had only been with one guy, Lee Jordan.
Fred hated studying. George hated studying. Lee hated studying. Everyone hates
studying.
"Well, I'm going to go do something that isn't studying," George said, slamming
the huge
textbook shut and getting up from the table. He waved his wand at the book and
it flew back into
the bookshelf.
"You know that you actually have to pass OWL's, right?" Fred said to his
brother with a grin.
Nobody had caught onto the fact that George had a photographic memory.
Everything came easy
to George. Not so much to Fred. George could pass an OWL with his eyes closed
and 2 hands
tied behind his back, but his brother had to work hard and study just to pass.
Yet, for some reason
George had always gotten lower grades than he was able to. If he truly wanted
to he could get
perfect scores, but he doesn't.
"Have fun with these ancient things," George joked, walking out of the library.
"He's so damn cocky," Lee laughed, looking at Fred.
Lee and the brothers had been friends since day one of Hogwarts, after the boys
had set off
outdoor fireworks inside the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony and Lee
released 200
chocolate frogs into the common room. Lee and the brothers were a match made in
heaven, or hell
depending on who you ask.
"So, do you get any of this potions stuff?" Fred sighed, looking up from the
book. Lee laughed.
"Not even slightly. Even less than I understand guys obsession with girls," he
joked. Fred was
taken aback for a second. He had always suspected that Lee wasn't exactly
straight, like himself,
but he had never said anything before. Fred looked back at his book.
“Wait,” Fred said, “are you...”
Lee looked up at him, knowing what he had said. Lee had suspected for a while
that Fred was
into guys, but he had never been able to prove it. He himself was gay, having
known since he was
a child. Lee had never told a soul about his feeling towards men, always
pretending to be the
straight man everyone just assumed he was.
“Well, um, yeah I am,” Lee stuttered, “is that, like, okay?”
Fred was shocked. He hadn't thought that someone would ever come out and tell
someone else
about their abnormal feelings. And that's what they were to Fred. He had always
thought that
being gay and men liking men was abnormal. Over time, since he had found out
about Lee he had
learnt to accept himself. He had learnt that it wasn't abnormal at all.
Then Fred did something he never thought he would do. He leaned over the table
and kiss Lee,
much to his friends surprise. It was a simple kiss, lasting no more than 2
seconds, but it changed
everything between the two, and it changed Fred's life forever.
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