“Oh shit,” grunted Ron, the silk sheets rubbing against his erection.
It was a hot, humid August night in the Burrow and Ron had stripped down to nothing to try to get to sleep. His nakedness had caused a new problem, the sheets that he was sleeping under rubbing sensually against his shaft with every movement. The more he fidgeted, the harder he became until he was left laying upon his back, his seven inch cock tenting the sheets impressively.
He looked over at the clock upon the wall, its hands telling him that it was an hour past midnight. He desperately needed some sleep, especially if he didn’t want to be a walking zombie when his two friends arrived in a week’s time. Both Harry and Hermione were arriving next Friday to spend the rest of the summer at the Burrows before heading back to their sixth year at Hogwarts. Ron wondered how Harry was coping at his aunt and uncle’s house, hoping that he wasn’t beating himself up too much over the death of Sirius. He hadn’t sent him many letters, but Hermione had advised not to push the issues.