Sexual but very tame compared to most of what I write.
Primary:[Harry/Wood] Secondary:[Harry/Ron]

Title: Prelude: Big Man on Campus - Strategy

Author: boyblue
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All characters, terms, names, trademarks, and settings, whether implied or
stated, are the sole property of J.K. Rowlings with distribution and
marketing rights held by Warner Brothers, and Scholastic, Inc publishing.

Spoilers: none - pure fiction
Date: 7/21/2002
Summary: Harry stays late in the Quidditch team locker room to talk
strategy with Wood.

Warnings: NC-17 - This is pretty tame compared to most of my stuff.
However, it does deal with sexual situations.

Archive: yes
Notes:
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Prelude 1 of 1 - The Strategy
[Harry/Oliver Wood/Ron]

Time: Several weeks after the weekend of Harry's sexual awakening.

Everyone felt great as the team came running into the Gryffindor lock
room. That was one of the best Quidditch practices they had in a long
time. Harry felt exhausted and drained, but it was the pleasant refreshing
exhaustion that comes after a good work out. While the girls headed for
the their locker room, the boys walked together laughing and talking
excitedly as they entered their locker room.

Wood put his arm over Harry's shoulder, "you did great today Harry. You're
probably one of the best Seekers I've ever seen. Your getting stronger
too." Oliver said as he squeezed Harry's biceps. "All these practice must
be paying off. Trust me Harry, you keep working with me and I'll have you
whipped into a first class athlete in no time."

Images of Oliver Wood literally beating him with a whip while he flew
around the Quidditch field pop in to Harry's mind. On second thought, that
wasn't too far from a normal practice session with Wood. Harry smiled,
thinking how good if felt to have Wood compliment him. Wood was a tuff
taskmaster, and he was more prone to criticizing than praising.

As Oliver and Harry walked into the locker room together, Fred and George
were all ready at their lockers removing their practice uniforms. Harry
went to his locker and pulled his practice robe over his head. "Harry,
stay awhile, we need to discuss strategy." Wood motioned Harry to join him
at the play board. So, while Fred and George went to shower, Harry joined
Wood.

As usual Wood drone on and on, drawing squiggly lines, arcs and circles on
the board, then enchanting lines so they crawl around the boards. Why did
Wood do this, none of it ever made any sense to Harry. Out on the
Quidditch field, Harry knew exactly how to please Wood, but the strategy
sessions just sent him into stupor. Soon Fred and George returned from the
showers and started to get dressed.

"Well, I think that's enough, Harry. Let's hit the showers.", Wood finally
said.

After undressing, Wood and Harry entered the showers together. Wood always
used the shower on the end. So Harry, feeling a little uncomfortable being
too close to Wood, moved to one of the showers heads in the middle. Harry
felt that old jittery feeling in his chest again. A feeling he hadn't felt
it since that night Ron came to his bed and awakened him to life greater
pleasures. Harry loved playing Quidditch but he hated being in the locker
room. He was the youngest member on the team, and all the other boys were
so much bigger than him. It made him nervous when they were naked and he
could see their tall bodies with strong arms, and thick chests. Plus,
between their legs, they were all a lot bigger than he was; it was
intimidating. But none were as intimidating as Oliver. The man was a
monster, and any time he saw Wood naked Harry seemed to have a panic
attack. So, Harry kept his back to Wood and tried to shower as fast as he
could. It took all the determination he had to keep from looking over his
shoulder and checking Wood out.

"No brothers or sisters Harry?", Wood asked.

Wood's voice gave Harry as start causing him to turn his head. Although,
he really wished he hadn't done that. Now his eyes were locked on Wood's
man sized equipment. Harry shook his head. "No, but I've got Ron. He's
like a brother".

"That's great Harry. It's away nice to have a friend near by. In spite of
all the people, it can sometimes get lonely at school", Wood said as he
rubbed his crotch with soap working it into a thick lathered.

'Great wizards, he's huge', Harry thought as he felt his heart thump in
his chest, "and it's not even hard."

"Yes, it can get very lonely, especially when you're young", Wood
continued. "It pretty common in English boarding schools for boys to turn
to each other for comfort, companionship, ....relief when they're away
from home."

'....relief ...relief', Harry thought, '....uh oh'. Harry suddenly very
uncomfortable with where he thought this conversation was going. "I've got
Ron to keep me happy", Harry said hoping Wood would get the message.
'Please, let it end here. He won't say any more. We'll shower and go. The
end", Harry's mind begged.

"You're quite attractive Harry. ...girlfriend yet?", Wood asked.

Harry shook his head.

As Wood started moving closer, Harry noticed that he was also getting
bigger. While Wood stood next to Harry, Harry's eyes look down between
Wood's legs, locked in a breathless stare. Harry felt dazed, as he saw his
own hand reach out and cradle Wood in the palm of his hand. 'It's huge',
was the only thought Harry could dredge from his mind. He absentmindedly
stroke Wood a couple of times, then cradled him in his palm again.
Suddenly, Harry felt Wood start to grow in his hand; shocked to his
senses, he pulled his hand back. Still stunned and trembling, Harry stared
as Wood slowly grew to full hardness. Wood pull Harry into a tight
embrace, trapping Wood's equipment between their bodies. Oliver's manhood
was so big, it felt like it ran the entire length of Harry's body. As Wood
kiss Harry softly on the lips, Harry felt Wood's hand move down to his
butt where Wood's finger explored the crack of Harry's butt.

"I could make you happy, Harry; trust me", Wood said, their lips almost
touching while Wood's finger pressed against Harry's butt hole. "Let me
...let me ....ah ...enter your house through the backdoor, and I promise I
will make you feel very happy." Wood pressed another hard kiss onto
Harry's lips. Harry suddenly felt his body burst with heat. He could feel
intense heat radiating from every square inch of his body as waves of heat
rippling up from his shoulders across his face.

Harry pushed Wood away, step back a few steps, and sunk to his knees. He
wasn't sure why he was on his knees. He didn't know if it was because his
legs were to weak to stand or what. But here he was on his knees with
Oliver Wood moving toward to him. Harry's heart pounded as Wood walked up
to Harry's face. Although, considering the length of Wood that extended
between them, he wasn't all that close. Harry couldn't control himself, he
was mesmerized by the massive expanse of hard flesh that extended between
them. He reached up, held Wood in his hand, and without thinking, stroked
him a couple of times.

'He's huge!', Harry thought, 'both my hands wouldn't be enough to cover
him.' Harry added his other hand, stacking them together, holding Wood
while he stroked the lose foreskin over Wood's hard flesh. He was right,
both his hands didn't even come close to covering Wood's length.
Mesmerized, hypnotize by what he saw in front of him, his body seemed to
operate on auto-pilot as he began stroking faster. It was awesome. It was
like a bludger bat. At the base, Harry's little hands couldn't come close
reaching around it. Harry pointed Wood's massive hardness at his mouth,
and feeling very uneasy, he let his lips slip over the head. Harry drew
his lips across the head several times, awed by size of it.

Harry felt like an observer, his body was operating of it's own accord,
ignoring the desperate pleas to get the hell out of there that scream
through his mind. Then when he realize what he was doing, Harry stood in a
panic and ran from the shower room. Harry threw on his pants, pulled on
his t-shirt, stuffed his underwear into his pocket, grabbed his shoes and
socks and started running. He ran through the hallways as fast as he
could, thinking, 'I've got to find Ron ...I've got to find Ron ... please,
Ron, please be there ...I've got to find him ...or Fred ....or maybe
George ...oh, please Ron, just be there...'

Harry sprinted across the commons room, bolted up the stairs, burst into
their dorm room, and found Ron laying on his bed reading a book. No one
else was there. Harry grab the book out of Ron's hands and threw it across
the room, then jerked Ron to his feet, and lifted him into his arms. Harry
carried Ron over and threw him down on his bed, jumped on top of him,
closed the curtains, and planted a hard kiss on Ron's lip. Harry drew back
gasping, desperately trying to catch his breath from the long run.

He looked into Ron's eyes. "You don't know how glad I am to see you." He
kissed Ron again.

'fade to black...'


End Prelude - Story continued in next chapter.