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.
Neville's Initiation
Harry lay still and waited until he heard Ron turning over in his bed, arranging himself and his pillow in order to use his favorite bed-humping method of masturbation. Moving swiftly and quiet as a cat, Harry parted his own curtains, and slipped into those surrounding Neville's bed. Immediately he pointed his wand at Neville's curtains, and spoke a single word; "Insulatum."
Neville was terrified. He had just slipped out of his shorts, and was lying on his back, naked. He instinctively covered his crotch with both hands, and tried to draw a breath but couldn't, he was so frightened. He was trembling. Harry placed a hand gently on Neville's cheek, smiled, and said quietly, "Relax, it's alright." I insulated the curtains. We can hear sounds from outside, but no-one can hear us.
Neville finally caught his breath and whispered, "What do you want?"
"Just to have a little fun," said Harry. He was on his knees, and his erection was plainly visible within his own shorts. He waited as Neville composed himself, then watched his face as he noticed Harry's stiff penis. Neville's eyes grew wide as he stared at it. "Touch it," said Harry.
Neville let this thought enter his brain. He had never considered the possibility of touching another boy, and the idea was too much for him to absorb. He couldn't move. "Go ahead, touch it." said Harry again. Neville removed one hand from his crotch, leaving the other one there to conceal his own erection. He tentatively reached for Harry, but lost his nerve. "Please, just touch it," said Harry.
Neville stretched his arm out far enough to reach Harry. He lightly brushed the underside of Harry's pecker. "That's good," said Harry, "It feels good. Press a little harder." Neville complied, and Harry smiled at him. Neville was gradually starting to be less frightened, his terror being replaced by a feeling he couldn't quite identify
Harry put a finger to his lips and with a twinkle in his beautiful green eyes said, "Listen!" Ron had started his humping routine, and wasn't being particularly quiet about it. Perhaps he thought the other guys were asleep, since there was nothing but silence from them.
"What's that?" Neville asked, not comprehending what he was hearing. "Give me your pillow, and I'll show you what Ron is doing," said Harry. He took the pillow, and placing it under his chest, lay on his stomach and started pumping his pelvis, grinding his erect penis into the bed. "It's a slower technique than you or I use, but it works for him," Harry explained. They listened as Ron huffed and puffed and pumped, and reached his orgasm. "Immaculata," Ron said shortly after, cleaning up the load he shot into the bedclothes.
Harry got up off his stomach and back onto his knees. Without saying anything, he took Neville's free hand and placed it on his erection again. Neville took the cue, and this time, wrapped his fingers around Harry, and began stroking him. Harry placed his hand on Neville's leg, carefully feeling his thigh, but not getting too pushy. Suddenly Harry's stimulation got to Neville, and he uncovered himself, and grabbing Harry's hand, placed it right on his hard little penis. Harry had better ideas than that, and immediately bent down and took Neville's boyhood entirely in his mouth.
Neville gasped involuntarily. His emotions spun out of control. He let go of Harry, and came to a climax within seconds. Harry felt Neville's pulsations, and stopped all motion as the orgasm subsided. Neville expected Harry to pull off, but Harry, understanding Neville's capacity for multiple orgasms, remained in place and gave Neville time to recover. He felt him relax, and less than a minute later, his body tensed up ever so slightly, and his penis twitched. Very, Harry began massaging Neville again with his tongue, and shifted his position slightly in order to get a hand in place. He extended his index finger, sliding it down behind Neville's scrotum, aligning his finger with the urethra extending from Neville's balls to his asshole. He used his finger to stimulate the perineal area. Before long, Neville rose to the occasion again. This time, his pulsations were not only evident to Harry's mouth, but he could feel the throbbing throughout the whole length of Neville's perineum with his finger. Again he became still, and waited for the recovery period.
Neville was starting to really get into this. He had never imagined that this kind of activity was possible, and he was reeling in disbelief at the intensity of pleasure that was possible. As he contemplated his situation, another wave of desire flooded his body and Harry sensed it. He had a little surprise in store for Neville this time. Instead of starting up with the oral stimulation, he slowly and gently moved his finger back and forth across Neville's urethra. It made his penis seem twice as long. As Neville's pleasure mounted, Harry began also caressing him with his tongue and lips, and pressed with his finger on that secret button behind his scrotum. This had the effect of putting the approaching orgasm on hold, and Harry managed to sustain Neville at the pre-orgasmic peak seemingly forever. Three minutes at least.
Neville was dizzy and nearly unconscious with ecstasy. He had been used to coming after ten or twenty seconds of stimulation, never dreaming that his fever-pitch could last so long. For most of the time, he was moaning audibly and didn't even realize it. Thankful for the soundproof curtains, Harry finally released the pressure with his finger, and Neville had the most explosive orgasm he had ever had. Harry sat up, and watched as Neville gradually returned to a state of awareness. Neville smiled at Harry, who returned his most disarming grin. "How bout that?" Harry said. "I . . . I . . . that was - uh - I had no idea - I never - uh - it was awesome!" sputtered Neville.
Neville's head slowly stopped swimming, and as his vision cleared, his eyes grew wide again. Harry's erect penis had popped out through the fly in his shorts, and was sticking straight out from his body. Harry watched Neville's face as he noticed his pecker and stared at it. He said nothing, not wanting to break Neville's gaze. He watched as the younger boy looked at him, and swallowed, and licked his lips a little. Harry took hold of his penis and held it as though it were an offering to the other boy. "Wanna try it?" said Harry "It's fun."
Neville's heart was pounding. When Harry had asked him to touch him with his hand, he had been afraid to, but wanted to at the same time. Now he was far more afraid, but the desire came from somewhere, a place inside that he didn't understand He couldn't resist. He nodded his head in assent.
Harry knew it would be awkward if he remained on his knees, so he unfolded himself and lay on his back. Neville, unsure how to start, moved close to Harry and looked uncertain. Harry prompted him by taking Neville's hand and placing it on his peter. Neville bent closer, and using his hand as a sort of guide, placed his lips timidly against the tip of Harry's erection. Harry caressed Neville's head.
Gradually, Neville allowed his friend's penis to enter his mouth. He was fascinated by the soft-hard quality of it, and began exploring its shape with his tongue. He loved the warmth, and the way it fit his mouth, just nicely. "That's fantastic," cooed Harry, enjoying every moment of it. Neville felt his heart would burst. He wondered if he was giving Harry the same unbelievable pleasure he had just experienced. The idea turned him on.
Ron had not fallen asleep yet. He was thinking about the wet dream that he had in the morning, and didn't really like the idea of coming in his sleep. Sure, an orgasm was an orgasm, which was a good thing, and the fantasies could get really interesting, but he felt he would rather be awake and in make it happen by choice. He decided that he might avoid a wet dream if he had a second orgasm tonight, something he usually didn't do. He needed a longer recovery period than the other boys, now that he was able to shoot a load. He let several minutes go by, and felt he was ready to do it again. He started humping the bed, which produced its characteristic creaking sound.
"There he goes again," said Harry. Neville sensed Harry's pleasure, and began working on his penis in earnest. Without even thinking about it, his motion became synchronized with Ron's grinding action. Harry reached down, and placed a finger on that spot behind his own balls, just as he had with Neville. He wanted to delay his orgasm just slightly. They heard Ron's tempo and intensity increase to a fever pitch, with Neville subconsciously keeping pace. When Harry detected the approach of Ron's eruption, he allowed himself to come. He had a simultaneous orgasm with his best friend for the second night in a row.
Neville felt Harry throbbing, and instinctively stopped stimulating him when it was over. He sat up, and Harry just gave him that grin again. "Thanks, that was incredible," he said. He guided Neville so that he was head-up in the bed, with his pillow under his head. He rolled Neville onto his left side, and lay down behind him, also on his left side, merging like two spoons. Pulling the blankets over them, they relaxed, recovering from their experiences. Before long, sounds of Ron's snores began, and Harry felt Neville slump and drift into a deep, dreamless sleep. Harry gently pried himself loose, reversed the soundproofing charm on the curtains, and went to his own bed. Parting his curtains, he pointed the wand at the mattress and said, "Calorico," making it comfortably warm. He dropped off to sleep, dreaming of Neville's little pecker in his mouth.
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