Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 13:35:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magical-Friends #9

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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Morning passed quickly for the boys. They had to attend a couple of lightweight
classes, but their minds were hardly focused on the subject matter. There was an
intramural Quidditch game that afternnoon, and the whole school was buzzing
with anticipation. Lunchtime came soon enough, and there was a general feeling
of excitement as the time for the game approached. It was a gorgeous day outside,
and the magical ceiling of the Great Hall reflected the deep blue sky and puffy
clouds floating above the school's many towers.

Colin wolfed down his lunch and headed directly for the Gryffindor Common
Room, expecting Harry to turn up at any moment. They would dash up to Harry's
bed and make passionate love. Time passed slowly, each minute seeming to take
longer than the last one. His heart pounded within his chest, and each heartbeat
resonated in his erection as he waited for Harry. Finally the portrait hole swung
open, but no Harry. Instead, the Weasely twins, Neville, Seamus, and several
other Gryffindors piled into the room, shattering Colin's hope of a romantic
encounter with the boy he loved. His cherubic cheeks turned slightly red and
moisture welled up in his eyes as he tried to look busy with a copy of the Daily
Prophet. His erect penis wilted.

Harry, Ron and the rest of the team members went directly to the changing rooms
from lunch, and got themselves ready for practice. Harry stripped naked and
turned in all the way around, casually exposing himself to all the boys, hoping
somebody would notice that he was growing. Nobody commented, of course,
though several managed an unobtrusive peek as he turned. As Harry finished
turning around, he found himself face-to-face with Ron. He surveyed that
magnificent tool with admiration and just a bit of envy, igniting a slight stirring in
his loins. He quickly looked away and pulled on his jockstrap, lest he found
himself "standing at attention" in front of everyone. It was one thing to let the
other kids sneak a peek while it was "down," and quite another to be caught with
an uncontrollable boner in the locker room.  Harry was horny, but not crazy.

They were sparring with the Hufflepuffs that day, and the competition was not
very strong. Unlike the Slytherins, the Hufflepuff team played fair. It would be
unthinkable for a Hufflepuff to foul an opponent, or try to dislodge him from his
broom, or any other dirty trick. Both teams scored goals, but the game ended
abruptly as Harry caught a glint of sunlight on the Golden Snitch as it sped
overhead. That was all it took. The snitch was fast, but Harry was faster. His
instinctive reflexes guided him like a homing beacon, and he nabbed the snitch in
mid-dive, landing neatly in the center of the field holding up the winged ball for
all to see.

As the teams headed inside to change, Harry wanted desperately to stall for time.
He sought out the coach and managed to come up with several sincere-sounding
questions. Ron stayed with him, as he hoped. Several minutes later the
conversation began to slacken, and Harry felt he looked foolish if he tried to delay
any further. They went to the locker room. Harry was slow to undress, killing a
little more time in order to let the majority of the boys finish showering and
dressing before he and Ron got to it. The tactic worked, and soon the last of the
team members were pulling on their clothes and rushing out the door. Ron and
Harry were the only ones left, and they still had yet to use the shower.

Harry walked ahead of Ron, and went to the last stall on the left, as was his
custom. Hanging his towel on the hook just outside the stall, he pulled the curtain
fully open, stepped inside, and turned to face Ron, who was just getting to his
favorite stall, the second-last one on the right. Harry's curtain was still open, and
there he stood, displaying a full erection and staring right at Ron. It was an open
invitation. Ron stood there, forgetting to breathe. He looked back toward the
locker room nervously, then at Harry again, who was beginning to grin by then.
Was it the stiff pecker pointing at him or the sparkling green eyes looking into his
soul that did it? Ron didn't know which, but he was powerless to resist. He looked
at that beautiful stiff thing, swallowed nervously, and stepped into Harry's stall.
He slid the curtain closed. In that short time, his own massive penis had become
light, and stood up proud and noble.

The boys hugged like long-lost friends, their erections tangling with each other,
and their bare chests joining with their warmth. They broke the embrace, and
Harry turn on the water, wetting both their bodies down with the refreshing spray.
He took some soap in hand, and spread it on Ron's erection. He then turned his
back to Ron, bent slightly forward, and said just above a whisper, "Put it in me!"

"I'm not sure I know how," replied Ron. "What should I do?"

"Let me help," said Harry, reaching around back and guiding Ron's tool toward
his hole. The soap helped it find its place, and when he had it centered, Harry said
"Push!" as he pressed his butt backwards towards Ron. Nothing much happened
as Ron applied gentle pressure to Harry's backside. He tentatively pushed again,
without success. "Put your hands here," said Harry, taking Ron's hands and
placing them on his hip-bones. "You can pull me toward you at the same time you
push," explained Harry. Another push, yet another, and finally Harry timed the
relaxation of his sphincter with Ron's thrust, and their bodies were suddenly
joined. Harry yelped with pain/pleasure, and Ron feared he had hurt his friend.

Y'okay? He asked.

Fuh - uh- fuck me! Harry said, gasping for breath. He braced his hands on the
wall. He had never in his life imagined the complex sensations he was
experiencing. It hurt like hell, but it was bearable pain, not like when his scar
burned; and was mixed with incredible sexual pleasure at the same time.

Ever since Ron had learned how to masturbate, his preferred method had been to
lie on his stomach and hump the bed. When he was small, he did it into his hands,
and as he grew, he graduated to slipping it between the pillow and the mattress,
and finally to just pumping the mattress alone; once his penis had achieved its
magnificent size. All those years of humping and pumping, and huffing and
puffing paid off now, as he slowly rotated his pelvis back and forth.

Harry grew dizzy and almost passed out. He groaned and gasped, and Ron worried
again if there was a problem. Harry urged him onward. The pain increased,
reached a peak, then decreased. The stimulation of his anal canal was almost more
than he could endure. As the pain subsided, and the carnal excitement replaced it,
he began to marvel at the sheer ecstasy Ron was producing inside him. He began
to move with Ron - after all, he had heard Ron doing his daily grind many times
and was used to copying his rhythm with his hands.

Now they were symchronized. Everything was right, and both boys let their bodies
dictate the level of pleasure. The head of Ron's penis glided and bumped
repeatedly over Harry's prostate, resulting in an involuntary seminal discharge. It
wasn't quite an orgasm, but it wasn't much less than that either. Ron's intensity
amplified, and after two or three minutes of conjoined pleasure with his closest
friend, his energy began to rise and focus within his loins and his breath came
with more speed and force. Gripping the floor with his toes, and thrusting his
pelvis forward one final time, he came into Harry in a blinding bursting climax.

Harry sensed the onset of Ron's orgasm, and stroked his own erect member. He
had achieved so many simultaneous orgasms with Ron in the past by listening to
his breathing pattern, that he had no trouble timing this one. Boom, boom, boom.
Inside and out, both boys spilt their seed together - one within and one without -
their pleasure melding into one final shattering consummation.
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