Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 14:48:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: magical-Friends #7

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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Colin's Surprise

It was Friday morning, and the first thing Harry did when he woke up was to
press his wand against his pubic bone, and flex his stiff pecker downward,
in order to make it achieve its maximum possible length. It had been a week
to the day since he first measured it, and it was time to repeat the
process. "Calculineo" said Harry, and a bright ring glowed around the wand,
indicating the length of his penis. A fainter ring glowed below that one,
indicating the original measurement a week ago. Harry looked at the two
marks in astonishment. Nearly a quarter-inch had been added to his length
in just one week! He had indeed thought it was growing; but because he saw
it several times every day, it had been hard to judge. A flood of gratitude
swept through him. He had been impatiently waiting for his body to mature,
and the process had finally started. He rewarded himself with a nice
morning wank.

He grinned as he did some quick mental calculations while jacking
off. "Lessee", he thought, "a quarter-inch per week - that comes to about
13 inches in a year!  That's on top of the almost four inches I already
have." He giggled to himself at the thought of having a 17-inch dong a year
from now; knowing in his heart such a thing was impossible. He reasoned
that his growth would come somewhat unevenly, and likely slow down as it
reached its limit. He should be satisfied with six inches; anything beyond
that was gravy. Secretly, though, he wanted to catch up to Ron. That thing
was a pecker to behold!

Anyway, he was thrilled with his new length. He made a mental note to show
Neville how to measure his own, because it was likely that he would also
start growing very soon. Then they could compare notes. Harry smirked at
the thought, thinking how easy it would be for Neville to check his length,
because it seemed like he had an erection that never went away.

The boys got up, went to breakfast, then morning classes. He watched
Neville pleasuring himself during Herbology class as usual, causing Harry
to have an involuntary erection. Thankfully, the professor didn't call him
up to the front of the class as she had once before.

During lunch, he was looking as Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood, as they sat
together and talked animatedly at the next table; discussing Quidditch,
most likely. His mind wandered as he watched the two older boys, and he
conjured up a vision of them in bed together, masturbating each other. He
looked at the next table, where Fred and George, Ron's identical twin
brothers, were huddled in conversation. They were no doubt cooking up their
next scheme. Harry's fantasies went to work on the twins, undressing them
and imagining the boys locked in a passionate sixty-nine position. Harry
knew if he had a twin that's what he would want to do. With a twin, he
could take comfort in realizing that whatever he thought or desired, his
twin would be having the same desire. The rest came naturally. He pulled
his mind back to reality, and found himself watching Neville adjusting his
hardon within his clothing. He started feeling horny, and the harder he
tried to ignore the feeling, the more powerful it became. He excused
himself from the lunch table early and headed for Gryffindor tower.

"Whizzy Wig" said Harry to the Fat Lady, as he hurried through the Portrait
Hole and into the Gryffindor common room, hoping it was empty. No such
luck. Colin was there, camera in hand. "Bloody Hell," muttered Harry to
himself. He was as horny as a goat, and was in no mood to deal with Colin,
when all he wanted to do was to go upstairs, draw the curtains around him,
and have a good private session.

Colin had just turned 12, and was small for his age. Waves of blond hair
framed his angelic face, giving him the appearance of a 10-year-old
cupid. He hastily set his camera down and rushed toward Harry, his hand
outstretched, apparently wanting to shake hands for some reason. He stepped
on a Fluffynut shell and stumbled forward, falling into Harry's arms. His
hand unwittingly came into contact with Harry's erection, which had been
concealed by his robes. Colin was aghast. He caught his balance and stood
up, unaware that he still had hold of Harry's stiff penis. He let go and
looked dumbly at his hand, then at Harry, not daring to speak, or even to
breathe.

His touch triggered Harry's lust. Something snapped inside him. He grabbed
Colin by the back of the neck, and steered him toward the door to the
dormitory.  "Come with me," he said, his voice strangely hoarse.

Harry maneuvered Colin up the steps to the room that he shared with Ron and
Neville. Colin was too frightened by Harry's actions to be fascinated by
Ron's collection of Quidditch posters, and by the various broomsticks and
shoes scattered around the room. Harry let go of Colin, and in one swift
motion, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his robe and pants, and jumped
into his bed clad only in his shorts. His erect penis was plainly visible
within the underpants. "Get in here!" he growled. Colin, who was shivering
with fright, dropped his shoes and meekly climbed onto Harry's bed. Harry
snapped the curtains closed and soundproofed them with the Insulatum charm,
just in case someone else should walk in. Colin was trembling, staring at
Harry's crotch. He had never been in a situation like this before.

"Rub it," ordered Harry. Colin reached out timidly, but didn't quite touch
Harry.  Harry took Colin's hand roughly, and placed it firmly on his
erection, still contained in his shorts. "Rub it," he said again. It became
apparent immediately that Colin knew how and why a penis should be
rubbed. His touch and technique were nothing less than that of an
expert. The pleasant physical sensations soon mellowed Harry's mood, and he
interrupted Colin briefly, as he lay back and pulled his rock-hard member
out through the fly. Colin resumed masturbating Harry without being told
to, and proceeded to give him the most satisfying hand-job he'd ever had.

Colin's small hands, with their expertise and feathery touch, brought Harry
to a point of ecstasy without pushing him over the edge. Instinctively,
Colin knew just how fast to stroke, and how much pressure to apply and when
to ease up, so that Harry soared barely conscious, through cloud after
cloud of physical and mental pleasure. Finally the point of no return had
arrived. Harry's energy gathered and focused. Pulsing waves of exquisite
pleasure surged through his body, and culminated in a heart-stopping climax
the likes of which he felt he had never experienced.

When Harry was able to see clearly again, he looked down at his body. Colin
was still gently holding him. Oozing from the tip of his softening pecker,
and running down the side of Colin's hand, was a clear gooey liquid. He
reached out and touched the stuff, feeling its slipperiness with his
fingers. What a day this was!  First thing in the morning he had comfirmed
the onset of his long-awaited growth, and now this - his first real
ejaculation. Tears of joy welled up in Harry's eyes, as he panted in his
post-orgasmic fog. He swallowed with emotion. Colin understood and smiled.

"Take your clothes off," said Harry after a few moments, barely able to
whisper.  He planned on giving Colin's little stiffie a triple blow-job
just as he had done for Neville several days before. Colin shucked his
shirt, slid out of his pants and turning away from Harry, removed his
shorts as well. He turned again, facing Harry.

Harry's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Whereas Colin resembled a little
boy in overall stature, it was obvious that he was maturing earlier than
most kids his age. His erect penis pointed straight out from his body, with
a slight upward curvature. It was long; probably six inches, but relatively
slender in diameter. A slight amount of fine blond hair was visible at its
base. He was uncircumcized, but at full length, the foreskin was retracted
nicely. His balls, encased in a delicately-shaped symmetrical scrotum, were
not overly large, giving his nude form the idealized look of an artist's
model.

Harry was awestruck. He reached out and lovingly took hold of it. "Lie
back" he said. Colin complied, and Harry began stroking him. "Mmm, mmm,"
Colin hummed. He writhed with pleasure . . .

Colin's brother had introduced him to the fine art of masturbation five
years before, and he had been doing it several times a day ever
since. Perhaps it was the frequency of orgasms at such a young age that had
triggered the early onset of his sexual development.

. . . Harry was calm now, after having all the good hormones enter his
bloodstream. He treated Colin's pecker with care and respect, and used a
variety of techniques on him, each new one causing Colin to express his
pleasure. Harry pressed his finger at the base of Colin's penis, then
dragged it upwards the full length of his urethra. A generous glob of
pre-cum appeared at the tip. Harry deftly caught the smooth liquid, and
spread it around the head of Colin's erection. He rhythmically squeezed the
head. He thought about putting it in his mouth, but he was so fascinated by
its beautiful appearance, that he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Colin was uninhibited in his enjoyment of Harry's ministrations. He cooed
and hummed, rocked back and forth slightly, and gyrated his hips in time
with Harry's rhythm. He rubbed his own belly and little nipples.

Harry finally switched to one of his own favorite styles, gently and
swiftly rolling Colin's erection between his hands. When he tilted his grip
slightly, so there was a little more pressure toward the root, and a little
less toward the sensitive tip, Colin raised his hips somewhat more, pushing
his penis skyward. Then it came. Pop, pop, pop! Cumshots flew out of his
pecker as if it were a splatball gun. Pop, pop, pop! The first several
globs shot straight up with unbelievable force, and smacked against the
overhead canopy. More wads of cum flew out and landed on Colin's chest and
on the bedding. His body went limp.

Colin's eyes were blank, and he had this silly-looking smile on his
face. Harry let the moments pass, until Colin's erection began to gradually
subside. Colin closed his eyes, and drifted into a light sleep. Quietly,
Harry used the "Immaculata" charm to clean things up, and pulled a blanket
over both their bodies. He resolved to treat Colin with more respect from
now on. He lay next to Colin and let himself drift away as well. It was a
Friday afternoon, after all, and they could well afford to cut a class or
two.

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