”“With that Troy guy?” I snarled. Troy was this grade A douche who'd been having a 'dating-not-dating' kind of relationship with my eighteen-yea...-old sister for the past month. No one in the house except for Hannah cared much for him.“Dur, hiya guys, wow man, what a rad crib!” Jordan spat out in a surprisingly accurate imitation of what the guy sounded like.”“Wanting grammar besides,” I continued. “That guy has no business with our Hannah. He's my age.”“You're not that old.” she argued, as I. Above the din of thoughts of Dark Lords and Dementors, a tiny ray of light shone through. Tomorrow he would travel the Hogwarts Express, newly repaired, back to London, and from there catch the bus home. Thoughts of Gabriella swirled in his mind as he passed through the portrait of the Fat Lady. When he climbed the staircase to his dorm room, he found Ron and Goyle packing for the holiday. Goyle, however, was packing everything. In January he would return to Slytherin; there was a true sadness. Even his balls were inviting, not much hair and hanging down more. I crawled over and lay next to him, stroking his cock and feeling his balls. I realized my heart was pounding again but thought, I can do this. I leaned over and licked, then took his cockhead between my lips. I started to suck more in and tried to duplicate what Phillip had done. Amy slid down so she was a few inches away, watching. I touched her, but she kissed my hand and put it back on his cock. "Oh, no, I'm a cocksucker," I. "Do you like it?" Yes"My hands reached up and went to his shoulders. Holding him to myself as he moved above me.Humping against me. Cock on cock. Pecs against pecs. Slippery. Belly on belly. Sliding. Cock against cock. Rubbing me. Humping me."Spread your legs."I opened my thighs and he slipped between them. His cock rubbing against my smooth slippery balls and shaft.Humping his cock against me. My hands on his shoulders snaked around his neck. Keeping us tightly together.He whispered again..