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Part Two

Ron sat in the back seat of the big red Cadillac, leaning back relaxing for the night ahead. He was wearing a new skirt, brown plaid with pink strips, pleated, reminding Harry of the uniform the girls at their old school would wear. Ron would roll up the waist band a few times to make it even shorter than it already was. Just like the girls at their old school would do.

Harry was driving to the part of town where he knew they could get some action. The last few nights he and Ron hadn't done much, and Harry knew they needed to find someone tonight to keep their bank account healthy.

Harry looked in the rear view mirror, checking his reflection, although it didn't much matter what his makeup looked like; it was up to Ron to flash the pretty face. He touched the edge of his huge purple hat. Then he looked past himself and focused on Ron.

He noticed Ron looking forlornly out the window. "What's the matter, babe?"

Ron jerked his head back to look at Harry, like he had startled him. "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah! Just let's get someone fun tonight."

"Okay, not some old geezer, huh?"

Ron smiled. "No! Someone sweet and young, like me!"

Harry laughed. "Right. Sweet? You?"

"Aw, shut it, Harry! I'm fucking adorable and you know it." Ron stuck his tongue out at Harry and they both giggled at each other.

Harry continued driving until they arrived in the more unsavory part of town. Harry slowed the car and Ron looked out the window. There were other men on the sidewalk, but they were mostly other prostitutes.

"Ron, you're gonna have to get out."

Ron's face turned red. "I hate that!"

"I know, but some of them will leave if you show up."

Ron frowned and thought for a moment. "Okay, but go up the street and turn around a couple of times, maybe we'll see someone that will do...then I'll get out."

Harry hesitated, but then agreed.

After another thirty minutes of going up and down the street, Harry said, "Ron...come on...everyone knows we're here anyway. This car isn't exactly invisible."

"Harry..." began Ron. "Wait! What about him?" Ron pressed his face up against the window and Harry took a quick look. A young man in a suit was walking down the street, slowing when he got near a prostitute, then looking nervous and walking quickly away. The man was healthy looking with a round face. He was a boy-next-door type, Ron's type in these situations: nice-looking but not gorgeous.

"Okay...watch your makeup!" said Harry. Ron pulled his face away from the window and snatched his compact up from the floor.

"Go, Ron!"

Harry slowed the car, as Ron dropped the compact and jumped out. Ron slowed as he got to the sidewalk and stayed a couple of paces behind the man. The man slowed when he reached another man, but Ron gave the guy a dirty look. The young guy recognized Ron and moved out of the way.

Harry heard a honk behind him and realized he needed to continue down the street. He knew Ron could meet him at the next corner, so he turned right to go around the block.

By the time Harry reached the corner of the main street, there was Ron and the man standing talking. Harry thought the man looked incredibly nervous. He was wringing his hands together and looking around. Ron was smiling and flirting, flipping his long red hair.

"Come on, Ron..." Harry muttered to himself.

Ron finally was able to get the guy to move closer to the car. Harry slowed, then parked. He rolled down the window and smiled.

"Hiya, Harry, this here is Neville. Neville, this is my friend Harry."

"Hi, Neville, why don't you get in and everyone can get to know each other."

"H-H-Hello..." said Neville timidly. Upon closer inspection, Harry thought Neville looked around his and Ron's age.

Ron opened the back door and said softly, "Come on." He placed his hand on Neville's shoulder. Neville seemed to calm a little bit, but was hesitant.

"We'll just talk if that's all you want, okay?" Harry knew this one might not have been the easiest choice, but he could tell Ron seemed to like him.

"O-Okay..." Neville slowly got in the car and scooted across the seat so Ron could get in. Ron followed and shut the door behind him.

Harry pulled away from the curb and drove down the street while Ron talked. "Harry, Neville is from Lancashire."

"Really? Here on business?"

"Yeah, he's here for a convention." Ron turned to Neville. "What did you say you sell again?"

"Landscaping equipment. You know, lawn mowers, weed whackers..."

Harry stifled a laugh into a cough. Ron glared at him in the rear view mirror.

The three talked a little longer about unimportant things, before Ron slid closer to Neville and placed his hand on his knee.

Neville started to wring his hands again, so Ron said, "It's okay, Neville, honestly. Don't be nervous..." Ron started to curl his arm around Neville's neck, when Harry grunted.

Ron moved from Neville and looked away.

"Isn't Ron beautiful, Neville?" said Harry.

Neville gulped. "Y-Y-Yes..."

"Would you like for him to make you very happy tonight?" Ron moved back next to Neville.

"I think so." Harry could see Neville looking at Ron with a wanting in his face, but seemed also a little scared.

"Okay...I think Ron would like to. Ron?" asked Harry.

Ron smiled at Neville. "Oh, yes!"

Harry continued, "Okay, Neville, are you going to be able to make Ron happy?"

Neville nodded dumbly, until Ron nodded towards Neville's jacket. "Oh!" Neville finally understood and pulled out his wallet with shaky hands. He yanked out a couple of large bills.

Ron looked away, as Harry hesitated, "Well..."

Neville pulled out one more large bill. Ron looked back at the money and smiled, then took the bills and handed them over the seat to Harry.

Harry found his and Ron's favorite alley and parked the car. He shoved the money in his too tight jeans pocket and turned to face Neville and Ron.

He placed his arm on the back of the seat and said, "Ron..."

Ron placed his hand on Neville's crotch and gently began to rub. Neville leaned back and shook again. With his other hand, Ron touch Neville's round face.

He leaned into his neck and whispered, "It'll be okay. Relax." Ron nuzzled Neville's neck, placing small kisses on it.

This was what Harry hated. Not so much the fact that someone else would fuck Ron; but the cuddling that rightly belonged to him. Harry reached down and touched his own crotch, because watching Ron would inevitably get him so turned on that he would need to jerk off.

Neville was still shaking as Ron pulled a leg up on the seat and slightly lifted his skirt. He took Neville's hand and guided it to his crotch. Ron let Neville put his hand under the skirt. Neville started softly petting Ron's cock, as Ron wrapped his arms around Neville's neck and pulled himself closer.

Harry watched everything from the front seat, as he always did. Ron would always look at Harry over the shoulder of whoever he was being fucked by. Then Ron would close his eyes and Harry would know Ron was thinking of him. Harry would rub and stroke himself until he was numb or until he would come to Ron's sex screams. But he never shut his eyes.

He always watched, like tonight.

Watching Ron lay back and pull his legs up in the air and while Neville screwed himself inside of Ron. And watching Ron touch his own cock, while Harry mimicked the strokes.

Until all in the steamy car panted and groaned and screamed as their hard cocks reached the pinnacle and cum would spurt and they would lay exhausted in the aftermath of pure primitive sex. In whatever way they achieved it.