Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2006 12:04:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magical-Friends #8

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 Revelation

Colin had gone to bed Friday night in a total state of confusion. He could not sort
out his feelings, and slept fitfully the whole night through. When he awoke
Saturday morning with his customary hardon, he quickly stroked himself to
orgasm as was his custom each and every morning ever since his brother taught
him how to do it over five years ago. He had masturbated four or five times a day
all those years, putting his total orgasm count well over eight thousand by now.

Today it was different, however. Normally, stimulating his young body was
enough, while his mind would sift through an assortment of vague fantasies,
without any particular common theme behind them. But this time he had one
crystal-clear image as he jacked off - memories of Harry and himself masturbating
each other the previous day. Pop, pop, pop! Splat! Splat! Splat! His remarkably
powerful cumshots stuck to the curtains behind his head. His mind came into
focus as he settled down from his climax, and it dawned on him why his emotions
were all churned up. He was in love. That must be it; he and Harry were in love.
They would settle down and live happily ever after.

Wait a minute, Colin thought. That must mean he was gay. He had never thought
about that. All those times he was beating off over the years were just expressions
of raw energy. He had never made any attempt at connecting emotions to his
body. Now he struggled to remember where his mind usually wandered to during
those sessions. While his fantasies usually centered on his own body, there were
times when he thought about other kids, both boys and girls. When he got right
down to it however, he realized that the girl-fantasies did little or nothing to excite
him, the boy-fantasies always did. That settled it. Colin shrugged and accepted his
fate. He would he Harry's forever. Harry was his idol anyway; how lucky could he
be?

As he processed these thoughts in his brain, he was idly stroking his penis without
really thinking about it. Suddenly, the physical urges arose within him, and he was
rubbing himself up and down again. As before, Harry was clear as crystal in his
vision, and never wavered for a second. He soon rose to a second orgasm, and
without taking the time to recover, roared right into a third one. Pop, pop, pop!
Cum flying everywhere. Whew!


Back in his own bed, Harry awoke totally refreshed. He was in a cheery mood,
recalling the day before, beginning with the news that his  boyhood' was on the
way to becoming his  manhood' -  and the best news of all - he'd had his first
productive cumshot when he was playing around with Colin after lunch.

It was still early. Ron was gently snoring, so Harry decided to pay Neville a visit
and share his excitement with him. Wearing nothing but a smile and carrying his
wand, he slipped out of his bed, and headed for Neville's. His pecker stood out
from his body, straight and firm. He scrutinized it, making sure that it's new-found length hadn't gone away. He was pleased with his body.

Neville was just waking up, and had been hoping Harry might turn up. He was
horny and really felt like fooling around. "Watch this," said Harry. He placed his
wand along his erection as he had done the day before, and invoked the
Calculineum charm. The bright ring encircled the wand, indicating the current
position of the very tip of his penis. Another ring glowed, fainter in appearance
and about a quarter-inch lower, representing the first measurement, taken just a
week before. Harry explained what the rings meant, and shared with Neville the
calculations he had jokingly made yesterday. Both boys giggled at the idea of a
17-inch cock, holding their hands apart as if they were telling a fish story. They
giggled again as Harry made some foot-and-a-half long stroking motions with his
fist. "Let's measure yours now!" Harry said. "Use your own wand, so it will
remember the starting point."

He showed Neville how to press the tip of his wand against his pubic bone, and
mentioned that he should always use the same amount of pressure, in order to
insure that the measurements would be accurate. Holding still and straining to
maximize his the length of his erection, Neville said "Calculineo" and watched
with fascination as the initial ring glowed on his wand. Above the ring the
numerals 7.4 appeared. Harry told Neville that meant centimeters, and figured that
it equaled just over three inches.

"Guess what else?" said Harry. "I'm starting to cum. Shot my first load yesterday.
It was not much, and still quite clear; but it's a start."

"I wanna see," said Neville. "Can I do it to you and make it happen?"

"Sure," Harry replied, lying back and resting his head on Neville's pillow. He
started to rub Harry up and down, but Harry interrupted him. "Do it like this," he
said - demonstrating the rolling technique on Neville's forearm. "Just don't press
your hands together too hard, or else it can burn." Harry was pretty charged up,
this being his first one of the day, and what with the measuring games and sex
talk, he came easily. "Oh!" he said, as the first pulsation resulted in a flying glob.
Three more sticky drops flowed out and ran down Neville's hand, then dryness for
the remainder of his climax.

"Cool!" said Neville, who was contemplating the ooze on his hand. It was clear
and slippery, and had just the slightest odor to it. He thought about what they had
done a week ago, when Harry had climaxed in his mouth. There had been no
liquid then, but there would be from now on. What would Neville do if Harry
came in his mouth? That stuff would be in his mouth, he reasoned, and he would
be tasting it. He didn't want to give up the idea of pleasuring Harry with his
mouth, just because Harry was able to shoot a load, so he decided to see what it
was like. Still sniffing it, he tentatively stuck out his tongue and lightly touched
the material with the tip. To his surprise, it was nearly tasteless, and had a
pleasing smooth texture. He bravely tried a little more. He actually liked it. He
eagerly licked his whole hand clean. No need for a cleanup charm this time. Harry
was thrilled. He grinned broadly as he watched Neville. It meant that he wouldn't
be losing a blow-job buddy.

As his energy returned, he sat up and let Neville place his head on the pillow
where Harry's had been. He was on his knees facing the foot of the bed. He leaned
over and took Neville's three-inch boner into his mouth and began toying with it.
He knew Neville would be able to come several times in a row, so he made no
pretense about prolonging the first one. He let Neville rise to his peak as soon as
possible, and enjoyed watching the younger boy writhe with pleasure. He stayed
in position through the recovery period, preparing for the second coming. As he
waited, he felt Neville tugging on his leg. Following Neville's guidance, he found
himself straddling Neville, with a knee on either side of his shoulders. The next
thing he knew, Neville was pulling downward on his butt, as if to bring their
bodies closer. Harry got the idea, and lowered himself, and found his penis
entering Neville's mouth.

Neville took him in fully, rotating his head back a little so he could breathe. The
boys blew each other, slowly and gently, with no sense of urgency. Neville's heart
was thumping in his chest, and he wondered if this was what it meant to be in
love. Even though the boys were not trying to hurry, they both reached an orgasm
fairly soon. Harry produced some more cream. If Neville had been afraid of it
before; now he craved it. He could not get enough of Harry.

As they finished, Ron was waking up and getting into his morning routine of
humping the bed. As he was doing that, Harry returned to his own bed, and he and
Neville got themselves ready for the day. There would be Quidditch pratcice in
the afternoon, and Harry's heart quickened at the memory of the shower scene
after last Saturday's practice. He wondered if it had been a one-time fling, or if
there could be a repeat performance.

Harry and Ron entered the great hall, with Neville tagging along behind. Colin
was there already, saving a seat for Harry. He was a bit perplexed when Harry
didn't even look his way, but sat down with Ron at the other end of the table,
eagerly discussing Quidditch maneuvers.

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