Featuring:Oliver teaches Harry how Quidditch works, but they end up getting distracted and rolling around in the grass... As seven o’clock drew nearer, Harry left the castle and set off towards the Quidditch pitch in the dusk. He’d never been inside the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the pitch so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the pitch were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They reminded Harry of the title plastic sticks Muggle children blew bubbles through, except that they were 50 feet high. Too eager to fly again to wait for Wood, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling - he swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the pitch. The Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch. “Hey, Potter, come down!” Oliver Wood has arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry landed next to him. “Very nice.” Wood said, his eyes glinting. “I see what McGonagall meant… you really are a natural. I’m just going to teach you the rules this evening, then you’ll be joining team practice three times a week.” Oliver explained. He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls. “Right. Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if it’s not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers.”
“Three Chasers.” Harry repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a football. “This ball’s called a Quaffle. The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me?” Oliver continued. “The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score.” Harry recited. “So - that’s sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isn’t it?” “What’s basketball?” Wood asked, curiously. “Never mind.” “Now there’s another player on each side who’s called the Keeper - I’m Keeper for Gryffindor. I have to fly around our hoops and stop the other teams from scoring.” “Three Chasers, one Keeper.” Harry said, who was determined to remember it all. “And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for?” He pointed at the three balls left inside the box. “I’ll show you now.” Wood said. “Take this.” He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a rounders bat. “I’m going to show you what the Bludgers do.” Wood said. “These two are the Bludgers.” He showed Harry two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box. “Stand back.” Wood warned Harry. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers. At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harry’s face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it breaking his nose and sent it zigzagging away into the air - it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground. “See?” Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. “The Bludgers rocket around trying to knock players off their brooms. That’s why you have two Beaters on each team. The Weasley twins are ours - and it’s their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them towards the other teams. So - think you’ve got all that?” Wood asked. “Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle, the Keeper guards the goalposts, the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team.” Harry reeled off. “Very good.” Wood said. “Er - have the Bludgers ever killed anyone?” Harry asked hoping he sounded offhand. “Never at Hogwarts. We’ve had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. That’s you. And you don’t have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers-“ “-unless they crack my head open.” “Don’t worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers - I mean, they’re like a pair of human Bludgers themselves.” Oliver assured. Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings. “This is the Golden Snitch, and it’s the most important ball of the lot. It’s very hard to catch because it’s so fast and difficult to see. It’s the Seeker’s job to catch it. You’ve got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers and Quaffle to get it before the other team’s Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra 150 points, do they nearly always win. That’s why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch can go on for ages - I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep.” Wood explained. “Well, that’s it - any questions?” Harry shook his head. He understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem. “We won’t practice with the Snitch yet.” Wood said, carefully shutting it back inside the crate. “It’s too dark. We might lose it. Let’s try you out with a few of these.” He pulled a bag of ordinary golf balls out of his pocket, and a few minutes later, he and Harry were up in the air, Wood throwing the golf balls as hard as he could in every direction for Harry to catch. Harry didn’t miss a single one and Wood was delighted. After half an hour, night had really fallen and they couldn’t carry on. Harry came down to the ground and dismounted off the broom, seeing Wood’s beaming face. Oliver came over and embraced the younger student, giving him a big hug. “You’re amazing! The Quidditch Cup’ll have our name on it this year.” He grinned. “I’ll try my best.” Harry blushed. “The Weasley twins told me a lot about you. They said you were very talented.” Oliver complimented. “Did they? But they never saw me fly?” Harry frowned. “That’s not what I was talking about.” Oliver winked. “Oh…” Harry blushed. “They said you helped them test these?” Oliver said, taking out a couple Jizzards. “Y-Yeah…” Harry nodded. “They had me test them too. They’re amazing.” Oliver said with a dirty smirk before popping one in his mouth. Harry watched him chew and then swallow. “Open your mouth.” Oliver then instructed. Harry gulped before obeying. Oliver dropped the sweet into his mouth and Harry eagerly chewed and swallowed. “That’s a good boy.” Oliver smirked before gripping Harry’s robes and crashing his lips against the Boy Who Lived’s. Harry felt the same wave of electricity run through his body and his cock spring into action, becoming fully erect immediately. But he wasn’t sure if that was really the sweet or if it was the really attractive boy who was passionately kissing him. Harry was glad it was late as nobody would be likely to catch them. Oliver was already pushing Harry’s robes off his shoulders as their tongues played together. Oliver ended up pushing Harry down onto the grass of the pitch and the two made out, hungrily, under the dark sky. Harry pushes the robes off of Wood as their hips were grinding together. “Fuck, Harry, you’re so hot…” Wood muttered, gripping Harry’s jumper and pulling it up over his head. “You too, Oliver.” Harry said, also lifting the t-shirt Wood had on, over his head, exposing his body. He was kinda muscular and skinny, with a defined couple set of abs and already erect nipples. Harry’s jaw dropped at the sight. “Like whatcha see?” Oliver smirked. “I love it.” Harry said, running a hand up his abs. Oliver gripped Harry’s remaining t-shirt and pulled it over his head and threw it away into the grass. “Mmmmm, Harry… Welcome to the team.” Oliver smirked before kissing Harry again. Harry felt the cool grass beneath his skin and Oliver’s warm body fitting against him, as their two hard-ons rubbed against each other. Harry ended up pushing Oliver over, so that he was on top, so he could begin kissing his way down the captain’s body. Oliver watched as Harry took one of his pink nipples into his mouth and began sucking on it, hard. “Fuuuuck, Harry, that’s niiiice…” Harry looked up at Oliver through his round glasses, sucking on the erect nipple. Oliver ran his fingers through Harry’s black, soft hair as the boy continued to kiss and lick his way down the body. Oliver felt Harry’s wet tongue run across each ab, reading the lines, before dragging it down his narrow, hairy trail that led to his black trousers. Harry’s hands fumbled at the button before finally undoing it and pulling them down with Oliver’s boxer shorts, releasing his Wood. It looked bigger than Harry’s previous cocks, maybe 7 inches? He didn’t waste any time, though, and wrapped his lips around the head of the shaft. As Harry swallowed as much of the cock as he could, Oliver let out a low groan. “Mmmmm Harry, that’s niiiice…” Harry bobbed his head up and down halfway down the cock, unable to take more than that without gagging. Harry was so turned on, with his hard cock pressing against the grass in his trousers, while he was drooling around the shaft. However, he soon popped off the cock, then pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Can you fuck me?” Harry asked, innocently. “You thought I was gonna let you leave this pitch without my load inside you?” Oliver asked, gripping Harry’s black hair and pulling him up into a kiss. Oliver roller Harry around in the grass, getting on top of him and the two made out as the sky got darker and the moon shone brighter. Oliver’s hands were unbuttoning Harry’s pants and soon pulled them straight down his legs, throwing them away along with his boxers. Harry’s hard (recently measured by the twins) 4 inch cock was freed. “Not bad, Potter.” Oliver said, giving it a stroke. “It’s not as big as yours, though.” Harry sighed. “It’ll grow.” Oliver assured him, giving him a kiss. “Now roll over.” Wood instructed. Harry obeyed and rolled over in the grass. His back had a few green stains, which only turned Oliver on more. He parted Harry’s cheeks and soon dove his face in between them, almost as fast as the Bludger! “Oh shit!” Harry blurted out, gripping the grass as he felt his fellow Gryffindor’s tongue forcing its way inside him. Oliver was hungrily eating Harry’s hole out, licking, sucking and lapping it up like one of the wild animals Harry had read about. “Fuck, Wood, that feels amaaazing…” Harry moaned out into the cool air as Oliver devoured him. “Mmmm you fucking like that, Potter?” Oliver growled into the hole before slapping Harry’s ass. “Fuck yeah, Oliver! I want you so bad!” Harry whimpered. “Yeah, want me to fuck you, Potter?” Oliver smirked, coming out of his ass. “So badly.” Harry nodded. Oliver reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out his wand. “Lubilous.” He said and soon, the same lube that costed Harry’s cock in the common room formed around Oliver’s wood. “You ready, baby?” He asked, getting on top of Harry and aiming his cock between the cheeks. “Fuck yeah…” Harry nodded, desperate. “Yeah, good boy…” Oliver said before pushing into Harry’s tight hole. Harry bit the bottom of his lip, feeling Oliver burn through as he filled him up. “Shiiiit that’s so tiiiight…” Wood groaned, arm wrapped around Harry’s neck, putting him in a headlock. “Argh, fuck, you’re big…” Harry hissed as Wood pushed the last inch inside him. “Don’t worry, you’ll be loving it soon.” Wood said into Harry’s ear, voice filled with lust. Soon, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the famous boy’s ass. Pleasure was soon flowing through Harry’s body and the two underaged boys were moaning in the pitch. They were both getting sweaty, feeling the grass beneath them as they listened to the sound of balls slapping. “Fuck yeah, take it Potter! Mmmm fuck, your Seeker ass feels so good!” Oliver grunted loudly. “Mmmm, Wood, I love it so much!” Harry moaned like the slutty wizard he was. “It’s so fucking tight! Tighter than Fred and George when I fucked them for the first time!” Oliver growled, biting and nipping at Harry’s shoulder. The image of Oliver fucking the twins played in Harry’s mind like the moving paintings on the walls, making his cock throb against the ground. Harry could feel the climax quickly approaching. “Shit, Wood, I’m gonna cum!” Harry whimpered. “Yeah, do it, Potter! Cum for me!” Wood grunted into Harry’s ear, before nibbling on the lobe. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck… AWGH FUCK!” Harry then cried out as his dick blasted cum from the tip of his cock. He could feel a giant puddle of jizz pooling beneath him. “Argh FUCK YEAH! Mmmm fucking take it! Ohhhh yeaaaaah!” Oliver moaned loudly, as Harry felt his ass get flooded. “Mmmm yeaaah, Potter! Fuckkk…” Oliver groaned. When the Seeker and the Keeper were done, Wood pulled out and collapsed on the grass, on his back. Harry rolled out of the white puddle. His back laid in the grass as cum dribbled down his stomach. “Wow, Harry… That was great.” Oliver said once they both caught their breath. “You were great. That felt so good.” Harry said with a big smile. “You earned it. You’re gonna be the best thing that’s ever happened to our team.” Oliver winked. “I’ll do my best not to let you down.” Harry promised. “I have a feeling you won’t. And if you do, I think you can make it up for me.” Oliver said with a smirk.
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