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.
Draco Awakens
Draco Malfoy always hated masturbating. He never enjoyed it at all; it gave him only the bare-minimum of physical pleasure, and the whole process disgusted him. As a result of his feelings, he wasn't particulary good at it, and never experimented with different techniques. All he ever did was to hold his penis in his fist and rub it up and down rapidly, hoping to finish as soon as possible. He didn't use any lubrication, and his touch was anything but gentle. Consequently, he often rubbed himself raw, which made him all the more irritable. He thought jacking off was a Muggle habit, and beneath his pure-blooded dignity.
He was still a teenage boy, however, and his body had its demands; there was no magical cure for that. He had tried without much success to give up masturbation, but he learned if he abstained for too long, that his balls would ache, and he would become really moody and be nasty to everyone for no reason at all. He usually had to make himself ejaculate at least once a day - like it or not, just to survive.
Tonight he was lying on his back in bed, two pillows under his head, and his arms crossed on his chest. He was clad only in his shorts. He hadn't jerked off for two days, and was determined not to do it tonight either. Besides, he needed to talk over tomorrow's plans with his two companions. He called Crabbe to join him in his bed. Crabbe parted the curtains and entered. He took hold of Draco's bare feet, in order to move them and give him room to sit on the bed.
Malfoy was shocked. No-one had ever touched his bare feet before. It felt as if the nerve endings in his feet were attached directly to his groin. He got an instant erection at Crabbe's touch. His penis popped right out of the fly, and pointed straight up. It was slightly over six inches in length, relatively slender, and very light-colored, like the rest of him. He said,"Do that again!"
"Wot?" said Crabbe. "Take hold of my feet. Squeeze them. Rub the toes." He was panting, almost delirious, such was his ecstasy. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have his feet handled. Before long, he was feeling an orgasmic wave, beginning in his toes and ending in his balls and cock. Without ever touching himself, he ejaculated long and hard. Since there was no hand guiding his pecker, the cum flew everywhere. It hit the curtains, the bedding, Draco's chest; a gob even landed in Crabbe's hair.
By now, Crabbe had a painful erection. He wanted to dash out and take care of his own problem, but he knew better than to run out on Malfoy without being dismissed.
Malfoy's cock finally began to sag, and his head cleared. Waving his wand in a sweeping circle, he said, "Immaculata!" As a result, all the cum-shots were cleaned up, including the one running out of Crabbe's hair and down his forehead. Crabbe said, "You should really get Goyle to do this - He's always wanting to rub my feet. It doesn't do a thing for me, but he really likes doing it."
Tomorrow's plans seemed totally unimportant. Still breathing deeply, Malfoy said, "That's all for now." Greatly relieved, Crabbe jumped out and closed the curtains behind him.
Crabbe went to his own bed, drew the curtains, and tore off his clothes. His cock was standing up solid, and needed attention right away. Crabbe was fully developed - his pecker was not quite six inches, but was of hefty diameter. It was accompanied by extra-large balls. The generous foreskin was ample enough so that Crabbe never used lubrication, but this time there was a goodly quantity of pre-cum trapped in there. So aroused was he at seeing Malfoy shoot his load all over the place, that all he needed to do was to lie back, give his thing a good squeeze, shake it up and down a few times, and he erupted as well. When he was done, his chest and belly were dotted with creamy cum-shots. Unlike his friend and master, Crabbe really enjoyed masturbating, and did it whenever he felt like it. He would probablay do it again in a few minutes.
Malfoy realized that his prayers were answered. He would never have to jack off again, if he could get someone else to arouse him. It turned out his feet were the key to his pleasure. It never would have occurred to him to try that, had Crabbe not touched him there. He tried stimulating his own feet. Nothing happened. Malfoy realized he would always need someone to help him get sexual satisfaction. He would need to talk to Goyle tomorrow; perhaps in the morning.
He curled up and went to sleep with images of his latest orgasm; his cock jumping around by itself, semen flying everywhere, and the unexpectedly pleasant feelings that accompanied his eruption. His body was far more satisfied than it ever had been after one of his unavoidable solo sessions.
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