Sandwiched Seamus

Unable to contain his desires any longer, Harry decided to seek out Seamus and Neville. He knocked on their door, and Seamus opened it. "Come, Harry, come," Seamus urged. "Neville's in the bath right now, but I just finished mine."

Harry stepped inside and sat on Neville's bed. Seamus lay down on his own. A moment later, Neville emerged from the bathroom, now clothed, and approached Harry. It was evident that he understood Harry's intent. Neville walked to the door, locking it from the inside.

Seamus, oblivious to the hidden agenda, inquired, "Why are you locking the door, Neville? Won't Harry be leaving tonight?"

Neville offered a convincing cover-up while winking at Harry to signal his understanding. "Well, we're going to play cards," he said, nonchalantly.

Harry caught on to Neville's plan, and they both shared a knowing look. Neville retrieved a deck of cards and explained the rules. "We're going to play a fast five-minute round card game. The loser does whatever the winner asks."

Seemingly unaware of the erotic potential of the situation, Seamus agreed, "Okay, no problem." With that, the card game commenced, setting the stage for an evening of forbidden pleasures.

In the first round, Harry lost, and Neville instructed him to remove his shirt. Without hesitation, Harry complied. Seamus, still unaware of the true nature of the game, questioned, "What are you doing?" Neville, keeping up appearances, replied nonchalantly, "It's part of the game."

For the second round, Seamus lost, and Neville once again requested that he remove his shirt. Seamus, now slightly more curious, went along with the request.

By the end of the third round, Neville too was shirtless, revealing his previously concealed body to the room. The implicit eroticism of the situation grew more apparent as the game progressed.

In the fourth draw, Seamus lost again, this time to Neville. With a smile, Neville ordered, "Remove your pants." Seamus, caught off guard, hesitated, "What, no."

Neville, unrelenting, reminded Seamus of Harry's own undressing, "Harry's with us now. He wouldn't mind." Seamus, beginning to understand the nature of the game, complied and removed his pants. His expression transformed, shifting from innocence to lust. He winked at Harry, signaling the mutual understanding of the situation.

As the card game continued, the stakes grew higher with each round, and before long, the three boys lay completely naked on the room's floor, their erect cocks standing at attention. Harry and Seamus were both at six inches, while Neville boasted a seven-inch erection. They proudly displayed their arousal to one another, each man's desire now undeniable.

In a sudden motion, Seamus knelt before Neville and took his cock into his mouth, simultaneously arching his back to expose his ass. The room was filled with the sounds of wet, eager sucking and the sight of Seamus's plump, inviting rear.

Harry, captivated by Seamus's ass, moved swiftly to impale seamus on the offered entrance. His cock tip found its way to Seamus's quivering hole, and without further ado, he entered.

The trio began to work in unison, Seamus servicing Neville's cock, while Harry pumping in and out of Seamus's ass. The air was thick with sweat and testosterone, a testament to their forbidden desires.

After five intense minutes, the pleasure became too much to bear. Harry and Neville groaned in unison, their cocks pulsing as they filled Seamus's ass and mouth with their hot cum. The room was left in a haze of spent desire, the boys' bodies still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

"Wow, I love your ass, Seamus," grunted Neville, still catching his breath from their intense encounter.