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.
Several days had passed. All the boys were busy with classes, reams of homework, Quidditch practice, the occasional detention, and there was a general feeling of relief when Friday finally came. First thing in the morning, Harry used his wand to check for any new growth. He was somewhat disappointed when it registered less than an eighth of an inch longer, but he was resigned to the fact that there would be "good weeks" and "bad weeks." "Hey," he thought; "At least it's getting longer, not shorter." He grinned and jacked off, just to be sure it would still come.
Later in the day he had the opportunity to ask Neville if he had measured himself also, and learned that there was no change in that department. "Don't worry," Harry said, "It'll happen soon, I'm sure."
After dinner the Hufflepuffs put on a very entertaining dramatic production, which lasted right up til bedtime. Everyone seemed exhausted after a long week, and very little time was spend in the common room before they all headed up to the dormitories. The day after Harry and Ron had that little get-together in the shower, Harry had worked up the courage to mention it to Ron in an attempt to get some idea how Ron felt about the whole thing. Ron was too shy to come right out and say what he felt, but Harry caught on to the idea that further advances from him would be more than welcome.
The boys got undressed and ready for bed; Harry being the slowest of the three. Neville hopped into his bed and drew the curtains, and Ron climbed into his. Quietly, Harry followed Ron into his bed, without ever looking at his own bed.
Placing a finger to his lips to indicate that Ron should not say anything, he drew the curtains closed and pointed his wand at them, saying "Insulatum." Then, "Lumos." Now he spoke right out loud, shocking Ron. "We've got our own soundproof chamber. No-one can hear what we say or do. I'm mighty horny, how
bout you?" he asked, indicating his rapidly rising undershorts and rubbing himself. Ron was still shy about saying anything, but as the two boys stared at each other, Ron's shorts swelled up as well. Harry said, "I'd really like to suck yours," and he reached over and touched Ron through the cotton material. That was enough to start the action; and Ron laid back and removed his shorts in one quick motion. His full-sized erection pointed skyward, waiting for Harry's ministrations.
Harry yanked off his own shorts as well, and leaned over Ron, teasing his navel with his tongue. Ron's abdomen tensed with the thrill of Harry's touch, and Harry brushed the ridges of Ron's muscular six-pack with his lips, lightly breathing on his skin. He worked his way across and down the ladder of muscle, and back up again to the navel. He then traced the faint line of red hair leading from Ron's navel to his pubic region. He skirted around the base of Ron's hardened cock, and ran his lips over his tightening scrotum, barely touching him. The light, teasing touch was driving Ron crazy, and he was rolling and writhing with the pleasure.
As Harry left the scrotal area and began the same feathery touch upwards along Ron's urethra, he cupped the balls with his hands and gave them a barely perceptible squeeze. He progressed slowly upward, his lips just touching the underside of Ron's wonderful pecker, darting his tongue in and out, wetting the skin as he went. He finally reached the top, and used his tongue to rasp the little Y-shaped area just under the tip. "Aaaahh" Ron gasped, and his penis stiffened and lengthened slightly. All in one motion, Harry swallowed the shaft, and using his other hand, grasped it around the base. He gave it a downward pull, effectively stimulating the prostate at the same time that he was engulfing the length with his mouth.
That was all it took. Ron's body exploded in an orgasmic frenzy as he threw his head back, opened his jaw full-wide, and arched his back. He pumped, spurted, gasped, and emptied his soul into Harry. After the last spark was extinguished, Harry remained motionless, keeping Ron inside him. He understood the extreme sensitivity that follows a special climax like that, and didn't want to cause Ron the slightest discomfort. Several minutes passed while Ron recovered.
Neville had his own ideas. He had not been visited by Harry in several days, and wanted to do more than just lie there and masturbate on his own. He could do that any time. Not hearing any particular sounds from the other guys, he plucked up his courage and decided to pay Harry a visit. He left his own bed, and in the dark, entered Harry's. He placed his body alongside the naked form in Harry's bed, and boldly reached out with his hand and found an erect penis. To his astonishment, the organ that he had hold of was not any where near four inches, it was more like six! He pulled out his wand and said, "Lumos!"
"You! What are you doing here?" both boys said in unison. The stiff pecker that Neville had in his hand did not belong to Harry at all. Looking up at him was the startled face of Colin Creevy. The comforting hand that held Colin's cock was not Harry's at all. They were both speechless as they processed their thoughts. Neville had always known that Harry played with other boys, but never had any evidence until now. Colin had been having doubts that his "being in love" was going to last the rest of his life, and this clinched it. Here was proof that Harry was not "his to have and to hold forevermore;" and there would indeed be life beyond Harry. The seconds passed, and the two kids came to their decision together. First their eyes started to twinkle, then they broke into full grins as they decided that a "bird in the hand" is worth more than whatever else they might have had in mind. Colin had been naked all along while waiting for Harry, and Neville ditched his own shorts in a flash. The boys laid down head to toe, and began an earnest sixty-nine session. They would both come at least five times before they would call it a night.
Ron was pretty much deaf and blind for several seconds following his eruption. His pulse was in his ears, and his breathing was heavy and deep, as if for survival. He was unaware of what was going on in Harry's bed. Harry however, was tuned in. He heard the younger boys speak together, and was able to put two and two together. He figured out that Neville had attempted to visit him, and found Colin there instead.
Harry doubled the Insulatum charm on the curtains so that no sound could enter. He did not want Ron distracted for a while.
Eventually Ron's breathing returned to normal, and Harry withdrew from that marvelous penis, keeping a slight bit of pressure on the underside in order to extract the last forgotten drop of semen. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, his almost-four-incher pointing straight up. No words were spoken.
Ron really had second thoughts. He was scared. He had never done this before, and what if he did it wrong? What if he didn't like doing it? What if he gagged and puked? What would it taste like? What if Harry hated him? (No, scratch that!) What if . . . Oh, Merlin's beard.
Ron tentatively touched Harry's penis with his hand. Harry cooed lightly and rotated his pelvis, indicating pleasure and acceptance. Ron's courage mounted. He held it in his fist, stroking it cautiously up and down. Harry cooed again, and moved his body with the pleasure. (He had no intention of coming too soon; he wanted Ron to suck him, and he would hold off until it happened.) Ron's courage grew as he remembered the first time Harry sucked him off, then tonight when Harry actually asked to do it again. He took the plunge. Leaning forward, he placed his lips carefully around the head of Harry's erection.
"Yes, Ron!" whispered Harry. He caressed Ron's head, without forcing it downward. He knew he would need unusual strength to hold off now.
Ron got brave. It actually felt good, kind of silky, and hard and soft at the same time. It didn't tast bad, much to his surprise. He started to take more of Harry into his mouth, and feel around with his tongue. He explored the shape of Harry's stiff penis, and remembered what areas were sensitive on his own. He boldly played with the "Y" spot as Harry had, and curled his tongue around the rim of the Corona, giving Harry a spot of pleasure that he hadn't anticipated. Ron listened to the "Mmm" and "Uhh" reactions from Harry, and judged that he wasn't doing so badly after all.
Ron was getting to like this very much. Suddenly, all caution was gone, and he sucked up and down, and placed his finger on that secret spot behind Harry's balls, and made Harry come.
Ron felt triumphant; he had made Harry come. His idol, his best friend, had just had an orgasm and it was his accomplishment. Ron's epiphany was complete.