Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 07:32:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magical-Friends #3

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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Neville's Initiation

Harry lay still and waited until he heard Ron turning over in his bed,
arranging himself and his pillow in order to use his favorite bed-humping
method of masturbation. Moving swiftly and quiet as a cat, Harry parted his
own curtains, and slipped into those surrounding Neville's bed. Immediately
he pointed his wand at Neville's curtains, and spoke a single word;
"Insulatum."

Neville was terrified. He had just slipped out of his shorts, and was lying
on his back, naked. He instinctively covered his crotch with both hands,
and tried to draw a breath but couldn't, he was so frightened. He was
trembling. Harry placed a hand gently on Neville's cheek, smiled, and said
quietly, "Relax, it's alright." I insulated the curtains. We can hear
sounds from outside, but no-one can hear us.

Neville finally caught his breath and whispered, "What do you want?"

"Just to have a little fun," said Harry. He was on his knees, and his
erection was plainly visible within his own shorts. He waited as Neville
composed himself, then watched his face as he noticed Harry's stiff penis.
Neville's eyes grew wide as he stared at it. "Touch it," said Harry.

Neville let this thought enter his brain. He had never considered the
possibility of touching another boy, and the idea was too much for him to
absorb. He couldn't move. "Go ahead, touch it." said Harry again. Neville
removed one hand from his crotch, leaving the other one there to conceal
his own erection. He tentatively reached for Harry, but lost his nerve.
"Please, just touch it," said Harry.

Neville stretched his arm out far enough to reach Harry. He lightly brushed
the underside of Harry's pecker. "That's good," said Harry, "It feels
good. Press a little harder." Neville complied, and Harry smiled at him.
Neville was gradually starting to be less frightened, his terror being
replaced by a feeling he couldn't quite identify

Harry put a finger to his lips and with a twinkle in his beautiful green
eyes said, "Listen!" Ron had started his humping routine, and wasn't being
particularly quiet about it. Perhaps he thought the other guys were asleep,
since there was nothing but silence from them.

"What's that?" Neville asked, not comprehending what he was hearing. "Give
me your pillow, and I'll show you what Ron is doing," said Harry. He took
the pillow, and placing it under his chest, lay on his stomach and started
pumping his pelvis, grinding his erect penis into the bed. "It's a slower
technique than you or I use, but it works for him," Harry explained. They
listened as Ron huffed and puffed and pumped, and reached his orgasm.
"Immaculata," Ron said shortly after, cleaning up the load he shot into the
bedclothes.

Harry got up off his stomach and back onto his knees. Without saying
anything, he took Neville's free hand and placed it on his erection again.
Neville took the cue, and this time, wrapped his fingers around Harry, and
began stroking him.  Harry placed his hand on Neville's leg, carefully
feeling his thigh, but not getting too pushy. Suddenly Harry's stimulation
got to Neville, and he uncovered himself, and grabbing Harry's hand, placed
it right on his hard little penis. Harry had better ideas than that, and
immediately bent down and took Neville's boyhood entirely in his mouth.

Neville gasped involuntarily. His emotions spun out of control. He let go
of Harry, and came to a climax within seconds. Harry felt Neville's
pulsations, and stopped all motion as the orgasm subsided. Neville expected
Harry to pull off, but Harry, understanding Neville's capacity for multiple
orgasms, remained in place and gave Neville time to recover. He felt him
relax, and less than a minute later, his body tensed up ever so slightly,
and his penis twitched. Very, Harry began massaging Neville again with his
tongue, and shifted his position slightly in order to get a hand in place.
He extended his index finger, sliding it down behind Neville's scrotum,
aligning his finger with the urethra extending from Neville's balls to his
asshole. He used his finger to stimulate the perineal area. Before long,
Neville rose to the occasion again. This time, his pulsations were not only
evident to Harry's mouth, but he could feel the throbbing throughout the
whole length of Neville's perineum with his finger. Again he became still,
and waited for the recovery period.

Neville was starting to really get into this. He had never imagined that
this kind of activity was possible, and he was reeling in disbelief at the
intensity of pleasure that was possible. As he contemplated his situation,
another wave of desire flooded his body and Harry sensed it. He had a
little surprise in store for Neville this time. Instead of starting up with
the oral stimulation, he slowly and gently moved his finger back and forth
across Neville's urethra. It made his penis seem twice as long. As
Neville's pleasure mounted, Harry began also caressing him with his tongue
and lips, and pressed with his finger on that secret button behind his
scrotum. This had the effect of putting the approaching orgasm on hold, and
Harry managed to sustain Neville at the pre-orgasmic peak seemingly
forever.  Three minutes at least.

Neville was dizzy and nearly unconscious with ecstasy. He had been used to
coming after ten or twenty seconds of stimulation, never dreaming that his
fever-pitch could last so long. For most of the time, he was moaning
audibly and didn't even realize it. Thankful for the soundproof curtains,
Harry finally released the pressure with his finger, and Neville had the
most explosive orgasm he had ever had. Harry sat up, and watched as Neville
gradually returned to a state of awareness. Neville smiled at Harry, who
returned his most disarming grin. "How bout that?" Harry said. "I . . . I
. . . that was - uh - I had no idea - I never - uh - it was awesome!"
sputtered Neville.

Neville's head slowly stopped swimming, and as his vision cleared, his eyes
grew wide again. Harry's erect penis had popped out through the fly in his
shorts, and was sticking straight out from his body. Harry watched
Neville's face as he noticed his pecker and stared at it. He said nothing,
not wanting to break Neville's gaze. He watched as the younger boy looked
at him, and swallowed, and licked his lips a little. Harry took hold of his
penis and held it as though it were an offering to the other boy. "Wanna
try it?" said Harry "It's fun."

Neville's heart was pounding. When Harry had asked him to touch him with
his hand, he had been afraid to, but wanted to at the same time. Now he was
far more afraid, but the desire came from somewhere, a place inside that he
didn't understand He couldn't resist. He nodded his head in assent.

Harry knew it would be awkward if he remained on his knees, so he unfolded
himself and lay on his back. Neville, unsure how to start, moved close to
Harry and looked uncertain. Harry prompted him by taking Neville's hand and
placing it on his peter. Neville bent closer, and using his hand as a sort
of guide, placed his lips timidly against the tip of Harry's erection.
Harry caressed Neville's head.

Gradually, Neville allowed his friend's penis to enter his mouth. He was
fascinated by the soft-hard quality of it, and began exploring its shape
with his tongue. He loved the warmth, and the way it fit his mouth, just
nicely. "That's fantastic," cooed Harry, enjoying every moment of it.
Neville felt his heart would burst. He wondered if he was giving Harry the
same unbelievable pleasure he had just experienced. The idea turned him on.

Ron had not fallen asleep yet. He was thinking about the wet dream that he
had in the morning, and didn't really like the idea of coming in his sleep.
Sure, an orgasm was an orgasm, which was a good thing, and the fantasies
could get really interesting, but he felt he would rather be awake and in
make it happen by choice.  He decided that he might avoid a wet dream if he
had a second orgasm tonight, something he usually didn't do. He needed a
longer recovery period than the other boys, now that he was able to shoot a
load. He let several minutes go by, and felt he was ready to do it again.
He started humping the bed, which produced its characteristic creaking
sound.

"There he goes again," said Harry. Neville sensed Harry's pleasure, and
began working on his penis in earnest. Without even thinking about it, his
motion became synchronized with Ron's grinding action. Harry reached down,
and placed a finger on that spot behind his own balls, just as he had with
Neville. He wanted to delay his orgasm just slightly. They heard Ron's
tempo and intensity increase to a fever pitch, with Neville subconsciously
keeping pace.  When Harry detected the approach of Ron's eruption, he
allowed himself to come. He had a simultaneous orgasm with his best friend
for the second night in a row.

Neville felt Harry throbbing, and instinctively stopped stimulating him
when it was over. He sat up, and Harry just gave him that grin again.
"Thanks, that was incredible," he said. He guided Neville so that he was
head-up in the bed, with his pillow under his head. He rolled Neville onto
his left side, and lay down behind him, also on his left side, merging like
two spoons. Pulling the blankets over them, they relaxed, recovering from
their experiences. Before long, sounds of Ron's snores began, and Harry
felt Neville slump and drift into a deep, dreamless sleep. Harry gently
pried himself loose, reversed the soundproofing charm on the curtains, and
went to his own bed. Parting his curtains, he pointed the wand at the
mattress and said, "Calorico," making it comfortably warm. He dropped off
to sleep, dreaming of Neville's little pecker in his mouth.

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