Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 15:46:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magical-Friends #2

The following article is a work of pure fiction and silliness. Any
resemblance to real people or fictional characters is a happy accident. Any
similarity between these made-up kids and their actions, and the wonderful
characters created by J.  K. Rowling is simply another coincidence. No
implication as to the sexuality of any fictional characters, or actors who
portray those characters, is intended.

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Ron was curled up on his left side, sound asleep. He had snored gently and slept
dreamlessly most of the night. Near daybreak, he started having a variety of
visions, mostly unrelated to each other. His erection was nestled comfortably in
his boxers as he began some automatic pelvic motions, providing pleasant
stimulation to his cock and balls. His vague dreams turned to a sexual theme as a
result, and before long he was moaning quietly in his sleep as he had visions of his
pecker sliding between a girl's breasts. In his dream, his cock was way outsized,
and so were the breasts. The girl resembled Hermione in some ways, but her
appearance kept changing and getting more grotesque in the dream. In thirty
seconds or so, Ron's body reached a sexual pinnacle, and he ejaculated copiously
into his shorts, moaning audibly with the pleasure. He remained asleep.

Harry was also still asleep, but Neville was not. He had awakened shortly before
Ron started to dream, and had quietly rolled himself up into his favorite
masturbatory position: On his back, legs folded, with a hand reaching over one leg
in order to reach his little stiffie. He started wiggling his wrist in order to stimulate
it. He heard Ron start to moan and shuffle around in the bed. He immediately
stopped masturbating and lay still, for fear of being caught. At first he didn't
understand what Ron was doing, and thought he might be in pain or something.
Before long, however, Neville realized that Ron's noises didn't sound painful, and
decided he must be having a dream of some kind. Neville felt he was safe in
continuing, and rubbed his pecker rapidly. He came, and kept right on rubbing and
came a second time. Meanwhile Ron had come down from his high, and was
snoring again.

Harry, who had the best night's sleep of all three boys, gradually awoke. He had a
morning erection as usual. He could hear Ron snoozing, and listened to see if
anything was going on in Neville's bed. He heard nothing, so he lazily rolled onto
his back, tossed the blankets aside,  put his extra pillow under his butt, and fished
his stiff pecker out of his shorts. Placing his open palms on either side of it and
rolling it lightly and rapidly, he was well on his way to a dry but powerful climax
in less than half a minute. Not knowing whether Neville was listening but hoping
he was, he let his breathing take its own course, and made it plenty audible. As he
did the night before, he finished with a deep sigh.


Neville had unrolled from his fetal position when Ron started snoring, and was
now on his back. Hearing Harry jack off reignited his bodily desires. Raising his
knees to hold up the covers, he started rubbing his pecker as soon as he became
certain of what Harry was doing. Listening to Harry reach his intensity, he came
just as Harry was having his own orgasm. Neville let out a squeaky little moan as
he pulsed, his emotions heightened by knowing he and Harry were climaxing
together. He was horrified that Harry might have heard his voice. He lay very still,
pretending nothing had happened.

Harry had indeed heard Neville's gasp, and an extra thrill went through his body
as he came, knowing he was causing Neville to do it with him. He grinned from
ear to ear, his emerald eyes twinkling in the soft daylight. 

As he settled down from his orgasm, he was recalling the previous summer, when
the Dursleys had taken Dudley to the Circus for his birthday, leaving Harry home
to do the dishes. He had sneaked into Dudley's room while everyone else was
away, and found some interesting sites on the Muggles' Internet, thanks to
Dudley's history. He had studied a site known as www.jackinworld.com which
gave great advice and counsel to anyone interested in masturbation. He came
away with several good ideas for techniques, and a much less guilty conscience.

Harry was particularly fond of the "Let it Roll" technique, the one he used this
morning. It was convenient, and it worked rapidly and surely, every time. It was
also the best choice when there were no particular need for arousing fantasies. It
was the purest of physical methods.

Harry considered having a second shot at it. The other boys in the room were
beginning to stir however, and he thought better of it. Ron had stopped snoring,
and Harry heard him say "Yecch" when he discovered his sticky shorts, then
"Immaculata" to get rid of the mess. Harry concluded that Ron had squirted in his
sleep, as he had many times before. He was sorry to have missed hearing this one,
since he always got really turned on by listening to Ron moan his way to a climax.
"We have to stop being so bloody private," he thought; and made his mind up to
do something about that tonight.

Harry still had an erection, even though he had decided not to masturbate a second
time. He contemplated his stiff penis, holding it out straight from his body to
make it look as long as possible. He was convinced it really had started to grow,
an event that he had been impatiently waiting for. He decided there was only one
way to be sure. He would measure it, and compare the reading next week. This
was a Friday morning, so he would repeat the process next Friday and hope for the
best. Taking his wand, he placed the tip of it against his pubic bone, and strained
to make his penis get as long as it would get. "Calculineo" he pronounced, and a
ring glowed around the wand just at the tip of his pecker. Above the ring were the
numbers 8.9. "Holy smokes, eight point nine?," he thought, when he caught
himself and  realized the wand made metric measurements unless requested
otherwise. Harry made a quick mental calculation and came up with just over 3.5
inches, which seemed about right. He allowed himself the luxury of wondering
how long it would ultimately become. The boys got up and dressed for the day.

After a filling breakfast, they scattered for their various classes. They met again in
Herbology, the last class just before lunch. Ron and Neville were there, Malfoy
too. Fred and George sat in the rear of the room, trying to look as though they
were paying attention.

Neville was sitting to Harry's left, and slightly ahead of him. Not long into the
class, he spread a parchment across his lap, and reached under it with his right
hand. Harry watched in fascination, as he rightly suspected what Neville was up
to. He looked on as Neville stimulated his little penis by vibrating just his fingers
against it.He showed no outward sign of his activities, except a moment when his
body tensed up slightly, his facial expression went blank, and he took one breath
slightly deeper than normal. Watching Neville caused Harry to get hard, really
hard, and he cautiously adjusted himself so that it wouldn't be in a painful
position. He no sooner got himself squared away, when he realized Neville was at
it again! "Merlin's Beard, does that boy ever stop?" he thought. Harry alternately
opened and closed his knees unconsciously. He watched in awe as Neville
stiffened and panted a second time, and then continued on to a third orgasm, all in
less than fifteen minutes. Harry's heart was pounding, and he desperately needed
to relieve his own pressure.

"Potter, are you with us today?" Uh-oh, the Professor had been calling his name,
and he was totally unaware of it. "We need someone to demonstrate how to repot
Mumbling Mayflowers, and you're just the one to do it," she said, with just the
tiniest edge on her voice. "I have one right here, waiting for your expert hands."

Harry stood up carefully. He had on only his shorts under his robes, and his stiff
member was just barely being contained, held close to his belly by the elastic
waistband. If it ever popped out through the fly, it would stick straight out, poking
the robes so people could tell. He walked up to the bench, looking awkward,
slightly hunched over. Draco Malfoy watched Harry intently as he made his way
forward. He recognized the stance at once; having had to walk that same way
himself once or twice. His knowledge of Harry's erection sent signals straight to
his own cock, and as he stiffened up, he wondered what had set Harry off.

The class ended and it was time for lunch. Malfoy dashed out and ducked into the
nearest boys bathroom. Shutting himself in a stall, he masturbated furiously. Just
as he finished coming, another boy came in and entered the stall next to his.
Malfoy quickly put his clothes in order and listened intently. He heard the other
boy pee, then he could make out rubbing sounds followed by heavy exhalation.
Malfoy figured he had just time to leave without being seen, since the other boy
would need to clean up and restore his robes to order. He then lurked around the
hall to see who had been masturbating in the stall next to his. He watched as Harry
Potter exited the boys room, and decided this little tidbit of information could
come in handy in the future.


The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. Neville considered stimulating himself
during Potions, but with Snape constantly patrolling the room, he didn't quite
have the courage. Harry was semi-stiff for the whole rest of the day, but mostly
ignored his condition. Before bedtime, he and Ron were in the common room
discussing Quidditch practice, and how they had improved. Harry tried to stay
focused, but his mind was mostly occupied by remembering their simultaneous
orgasm the night before. Soon it was time to turn in, and all three boys were
upstairs, undressing and hopping into their own beds, curtains tightly drawn.
Harry had his mind made up what he was going to do . . .


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