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.
It had been a long, satisfying day at Hogwarts for the first-year students. Quidditch practice had gone well, Peeves seemed less of a nuisance than usual, even Snape was in somewhat less of a foul mood. The kids had gathered in the Common Room to shoot the breeze for a short time, when they decided it was time to pack it in for the day. They bade Hermione and the others good-night, and trundled up the steps to the boys' chambers. It was a chilly night, so they all undressed quickly and climbed into bed, drawing their curtains.
Harry lay on his back and idly rubbed his crotch, letting his mind drift lazily between reality and fantasy. He soon felt his young penis lengthen and harden under his touch. Harry was just beginning to grow, and he could tell that it was just a little longer that it had been last week. "About time," he thought pleasantly and a little impatiently, "it's been the same 3 and a half inches forever." (Forever meaning since last year when he first discovered how to masturbate while pent up in that closet under the Dursley's stairs.He hadn't been particularly aware of his body or its dimensions before then.) He rubbed himself gently and slowly, knowing that there was no need to rush. He wouldn't be interrupted.
In the next bed, Ron rolled over onto his stomach. His erection, nearly man-sized by now, was pointing toward his navel, and pressing into the mattress. He began a rhythmic undulation of his pelvis, producing a delightful sensation in his rigid penis from the friction against the bed, coupled with the pleasurable contractions of his abdominal muscles and those in his butt and thighs. The friction of his humping action produced the slightest bit of sound, combined with a barely audible creaking of the bed springs. Ron ignored the noise, believing it was too quiet for anyone to detect; and anyway, as the intensity of his pleasure increased, he became less and less aware of his surroundings.
Harry, however, was well aware of what was going on behind Ron's drawn curtains. He altered the speed of his own stroking to synchronize with the sound of Ron's bodily motions. He filled his mind with a picture of his friend in the neighboring bed, imagining the waves of pleasure he knew his muscular friend was experiencing. He could see Ron on his stomach, his pillow drawn under his chest, and his body going through the motions of simulated intercourse.
Ron loved this technique. He frequently used other, more common ways of relieving his sexual tensions of course, but this method was his favorite. It provided an overall pleasure, unlike the more manual styles, because it involved of all his muscles. He also believed that his masturbation sessions could go undetected when he did it like this, because it was so slow and so quiet.
Little did he know that his pal in the next bed was acutely aware of his actions, and was deriving his own deep satisfaction from that awareness. Harry listened to every clue, and allowed his mind to leave his own body and enter that of Ron's. As Harry stimulated himself, he imagined the sensations Ron was producing, and allowed himself to actually become Ron in his own mind
The strength of Ron's contractions increased as the electric waves of pleasure gradually escalated through his body. His breathing intensified, as did the sounds of friction on the bed; signaling to Harry that there were just a few seconds left before the ultimate moment. Ron felt his toes clench, and sparks begin to ignite in his balls, and fly to that secret place just inside his butt. He gripped the sides of the pillow more tightly, pumped the mattress ever so firmly, breathed a little harder, and let his conscious mind swirl away as wave after wave of ecstasy and climactic pulsations completely took him over.
As Harry heard Ron's tension build, he knew Ron's orgasm was just beyond the horizon and approaching rapidly. He slightly increased the pressure of his hand upon his own penis. He didn't really have to change much, since his mind was already doing all the work for him - imagining himself inside Ron's body - his own sensations keeping pace with Ron's, until Harry's own body was also engulfed by a flood of electric pleasure. He came simultaneously with his best friend.
Both boys relaxed. Their dizziness subsided. Their breathing became deep and less intense, their minds clearing. Ron had shot a load into the sheets. He didn't want to sleep in the mess, so he reached under his pillow for his wand, and lifting his body slightly, whispered "Immaculata." Harry grinned as he heard his pal clean up, since he would certainly be using that same charm in the very near future. At his age, Harry was still not producing any seminal fluid, though he knew the time was not far off.
Ron drifted into a comfortable sleep and soon was snoring ever so gently. Harry very nearly did the same thing, when his sensitive ears picked up on another faint sound. He could just barely detect Neville taking short, shallow gasping breaths, trying his best not to be heard. Neville was the shy one, the youngest and smallest of the three.
Neville was on his back behind his own curtains, and had silently pulled his body up into a sort of fetal position. His knees were about up to his shoulders, and his feet were sticking up toward the ceiling. His right arm was wrapped around his right leg, reaching down into his genital area. His left hand was stretched out on the mattress for balance, as well as to help keep himself as motionless as possible. His right hand was balled into a fist, but he was not gripping his penis with it. Rather, he used his knuckles to press on the underside of his little pecker, and by rapidly rotating his wrist, was able to produce a pleasant vibrating motion. The only clue as to what was going on in Neville's bed was his shallow gasping breathing pattern.
No way did he want his roommates to catch him whacking off. Though he hadn't been tuned in to Ron and Harry's actions a few moments ago (he thought he was the only boy who did it), he had waited until it sounded like the others had fallen asleep, so it would be safe for him to perform his recently-discovered pastime. Neville was rapidly becoming addicted to masturbation.
Harry listened intently, not wanting to move a muscle because any slight sound he made would not only obscure what he was trying to hear from Neville's side, but might spook Neville and cause him to stop. He couldn't suppress another grin as he heard Neville's gasping breath become harsher, ending with three deep whooshes as he exhaled all the pent-up energy at the culmination of his boyish orgasm. Neville's breathing soon became normal, but it didn't sound as though he had dropped off to sleep. Ron was still snoozing comfortably.
Hearing Neville climax, and having had some time to recover from his first orgasm, Harry found himself highly aroused once again, both physically and mentally. He spat a glob of saliva into his hand, and wrapped his hand lovingly round his stiffening pecker. He stroked it up and down, with long full caresses made possible by the lubrication. It made a bit of a squishing sound. He allowed himself to breathe audibly, expecting Neville to hear him, and to figure out what Harry was doing. He deliberately hurried the process so as to not give Neville time to doubt what was happening.
Neville had no trouble hearing the commotion coming from Harry's curtained bed. He was fascinated as he listened to Harry's excited breathing and rhythmic sounds. Harry wasn't being loud, but he certainly wasn't being quiet either.
Neville's mind was racing. Could Harry have heard him while he masturbated? He doubted it. He had certainly taken precautions to be silent, and protect his secret. He would have been just devastated if the other boys caught him doing it. If Harry hadn't heard him, did he think Neville couldn't hear him now? Maybe that was it. No, that didn't make much sense either. Harry's actions were too audible to be ignored. Neville was certain of what Harry was doing - and that Harry was willing to be overheard. There was simply no other explanation - he finally decided that Harry must have known what Neville did, and wanted to let Neville hear him while he jerked off; in order to let Neville know it was okay. Other boys do it too. He listened with his mouth agape, following Harry's actions in his mind's eye.
Harry continued stroking, breathing harder and faster, until he climaxed in his second pulsing, throbbing orgasm of the evening. He threw in a few ecstatic moans for good measure, and let out a pronounced whoosh at the end just as Neville had, suppressing the urge to laugh because he was so certain Neville was hanging on every sound. It excited him to know that Neville was following his actions.
Neville nearly fainted away when he realized Harry was having a climax right there in the next bed, and deliberately allowed him to witness it. Harry's forceful exhalation at the end sealed the deal, and Neville was utterly helpless. His head was swimming. He hadn't moved from his former position; and was so highly aroused from listening to Harry, that he couldn't stop himself. He started rotating his wrist as before, and came a second time almost immediately. Another twenty seconds passed, and he quickly rubbed it again, bringing about a third climax, Finally that third orgasm provided Neville with some much-needed relief. Even though his little penis remained totally erect, he relaxed, stretched his legs out and rolled onto his side and made himself comfortable, He fell asleep eventually, his mind still swirling, and not making total sense just yet.
Although Neville made less noise and was a good deal faster than the first time, Harry knew precisely what was happening. He smiled to himself and realized he had a sort of control over people he'd never thought about before. He had wanted to break the ice with the shy boy without embarrassing him, and he felt he had done the job. He started planning his moves for the next evening. Toying with the possibilities, he let himself slide into a luxurious sleep.