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.
Malfoy awoke the next morning, more rested and in a better mood than he had been in ages. It seemed as if a great load as off his mind. He called for Goyle to come join him, rolling onto his back as he did. He was nude, had no erection, and covered his midsection with a towel . . .
Malfoy's two friends and bodyguards were not at all alike. Crabbe had been described by his grandmother as a "fine common lump of a boy." Goyle on the other hand, was really built. Built like a brick pagoda. He had a fairly handsome face, good strong shoulders, wonderful biceps, pecs, abs and legs; and a generous pecker that any "Man's man" would be proud of. Truly a boy to behold.
. . . Goyle was accustomed to meeting with Malfoy first thing in the morning, in order to map out their strategy for the day. Malfoy liked to have things organized, so there would be fewer surprises. A day's activities might include framing Harry Potter with some mischievous deed, for example. Goyle was better at helping with the plans than Crabbe, who had some memory problems. It seemed like just another routine morning when Malfoy called Goyle to join with him in his bed.
He left his own bed, clad in only his shorts. He entered as usual through the curtains surrounding Malfoy's bed, who had slid over to make room. Goyle was very flexible. He sat cross legged next to Malfoy's lower legs, guru-style, with his bare feet on top of his legs. He sensed Malfoy looking at him in a strange way. "My feet ache," said Draco. "Rub them for me."
Goyle was more than happy to comply. He liked to admire people's feet. They had always turned him on, though he didn't fully know why. He liked to rub Crabb's feet, but Crabbe never seemed to appreciate his efforts, nor did he return the favor. Now he was being asked to give his master and friend a wonderful foot-rub, something he had very much wanted to do for a long time, but was too intimidated to ask. His heart pounded just a little. Lifting Malfoy's legs and placing his feet in his lap, Goyle started on the right foot. Using both hands, he tenderly massaged the arch and toes. In a flash, Malfoy felt his erection rising, and drew away the towel, exposing himself. "Ohhhhhh" breathed Goyle in a long sigh, as he saw Malfoy's nude body. He watched Draco's penis grow. Sudden understanding swept over him as he realized what was happening, and all his inhibitions flew away. His own penis instantly became rock-hard. With a quick flick of his hand, he fished it out through the fly of his shorts, placed the bare sole of Malfoy's right foot against it, and took the left one into his hands. Draco sighed with pleasure.
He got the idea right away, and started curling his toes against Goyle's cock to stimulate it. His body tensed, his hips started to rise, and Goyle, wise beyond his years, said "Wait - slow down. It's better if you go slow." Malfoy, who hated masturbating and only did it to survive, didn't know anything about going slow, but right now he was in no position to argue. Goyle eased up on the foot, and started massaging his lower left leg instead. The stimulation was not as instantaneous as it was with the feet, and Malfoy urged Goyle to go back to his foot. "Patience," said Goyle - "you have something to learn."
Malfoy, always the master, found it hard to be the submissive one. He astounded himself by letting Goyle take control of the situation, yet in the strangest way, it excited him as well. He knew in his heart that Goyle would never do him harm, and also sensed that Goyle knew something he didn't. Figuring this was the only way to find it out, he let Goyle have his way.
Goyle didn't dwell too long on Draco's lower leg. He massaged the muscles briefly, working his way upward until just above the knee. Carefully using his thumb, he pressed the lower end of Malfoy's sciatic nerve, that little sensitive spot on the inner side of his leg and just above the knee, and watched for a reaction. Malfoy twitched ever so slightly. Goyle backed off and went to work on the other leg. Similarly massaging the calf muscles and working upwards, he also found the lower end of the sciatic nerve on that side and gave it the gentlest squeeze. Twitch again.
Suddenly, using both hands, he ran his palms swiftly up both thighs, using his thumbs to trace the full length of both sciatic nerves. Malfoy heaved his pelvis sharply upward. Goyle leaned his supple body forward, and took Draco's stiff pecker entirely into his mouth. Draco screamed and his orgasm burst forth, filling Goyle's mouth and throat with sweet-salty cream. Aah! Aah! Aah! He gasped with passion.
Goyle's penis was still in contact with Malfoy's foot, and he humped it just two or three times, and came all over Draco's bare foot, creaming into the toes. Both boys heaved a sigh and relaxed, savoring the moment.
In his own bed, Crabbe had been listening to the goings-on, fascinated. He might have been a little on the slow side to be sure, but grasping this sort of concept was well within his capabilities, especially after last night. When he heard things heating up, he held his cock with both hands, one pressing down against his pubic bone; the other providing a comfy place to pump into, and shot his own gooey load all over his belly, well before the other two boys did. Recovering from that first orgasm of the day didn't take very long, and after Goyle and Malfoy had their moment of ecstasy, Crabbe did it again; just because he knew he could. He smiled broadly and felt that this was going to be a good day at Hogwarts.
Chapters 5 and 6 were inspired by a suggestion from a reader. Please feel free to make requests for particular stories. kr0nikles@yahoo.com