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.
Colin's Surprise
It was Friday morning, and the first thing Harry did when he woke up was to press his wand against his pubic bone, and flex his stiff pecker downward, in order to make it achieve its maximum possible length. It had been a week to the day since he first measured it, and it was time to repeat the process. "Calculineo" said Harry, and a bright ring glowed around the wand, indicating the length of his penis. A fainter ring glowed below that one, indicating the original measurement a week ago. Harry looked at the two marks in astonishment. Nearly a quarter-inch had been added to his length in just one week! He had indeed thought it was growing; but because he saw it several times every day, it had been hard to judge. A flood of gratitude swept through him. He had been impatiently waiting for his body to mature, and the process had finally started. He rewarded himself with a nice morning wank.
He grinned as he did some quick mental calculations while jacking off. "Lessee", he thought, "a quarter-inch per week - that comes to about 13 inches in a year! That's on top of the almost four inches I already have." He giggled to himself at the thought of having a 17-inch dong a year from now; knowing in his heart such a thing was impossible. He reasoned that his growth would come somewhat unevenly, and likely slow down as it reached its limit. He should be satisfied with six inches; anything beyond that was gravy. Secretly, though, he wanted to catch up to Ron. That thing was a pecker to behold!
Anyway, he was thrilled with his new length. He made a mental note to show Neville how to measure his own, because it was likely that he would also start growing very soon. Then they could compare notes. Harry smirked at the thought, thinking how easy it would be for Neville to check his length, because it seemed like he had an erection that never went away.
The boys got up, went to breakfast, then morning classes. He watched Neville pleasuring himself during Herbology class as usual, causing Harry to have an involuntary erection. Thankfully, the professor didn't call him up to the front of the class as she had once before.
During lunch, he was looking as Cedric Diggory and Oliver Wood, as they sat together and talked animatedly at the next table; discussing Quidditch, most likely. His mind wandered as he watched the two older boys, and he conjured up a vision of them in bed together, masturbating each other. He looked at the next table, where Fred and George, Ron's identical twin brothers, were huddled in conversation. They were no doubt cooking up their next scheme. Harry's fantasies went to work on the twins, undressing them and imagining the boys locked in a passionate sixty-nine position. Harry knew if he had a twin that's what he would want to do. With a twin, he could take comfort in realizing that whatever he thought or desired, his twin would be having the same desire. The rest came naturally. He pulled his mind back to reality, and found himself watching Neville adjusting his hardon within his clothing. He started feeling horny, and the harder he tried to ignore the feeling, the more powerful it became. He excused himself from the lunch table early and headed for Gryffindor tower.
"Whizzy Wig" said Harry to the Fat Lady, as he hurried through the Portrait Hole and into the Gryffindor common room, hoping it was empty. No such luck. Colin was there, camera in hand. "Bloody Hell," muttered Harry to himself. He was as horny as a goat, and was in no mood to deal with Colin, when all he wanted to do was to go upstairs, draw the curtains around him, and have a good private session.
Colin had just turned 12, and was small for his age. Waves of blond hair framed his angelic face, giving him the appearance of a 10-year-old cupid. He hastily set his camera down and rushed toward Harry, his hand outstretched, apparently wanting to shake hands for some reason. He stepped on a Fluffynut shell and stumbled forward, falling into Harry's arms. His hand unwittingly came into contact with Harry's erection, which had been concealed by his robes. Colin was aghast. He caught his balance and stood up, unaware that he still had hold of Harry's stiff penis. He let go and looked dumbly at his hand, then at Harry, not daring to speak, or even to breathe.
His touch triggered Harry's lust. Something snapped inside him. He grabbed Colin by the back of the neck, and steered him toward the door to the dormitory. "Come with me," he said, his voice strangely hoarse.
Harry maneuvered Colin up the steps to the room that he shared with Ron and Neville. Colin was too frightened by Harry's actions to be fascinated by Ron's collection of Quidditch posters, and by the various broomsticks and shoes scattered around the room. Harry let go of Colin, and in one swift motion, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his robe and pants, and jumped into his bed clad only in his shorts. His erect penis was plainly visible within the underpants. "Get in here!" he growled. Colin, who was shivering with fright, dropped his shoes and meekly climbed onto Harry's bed. Harry snapped the curtains closed and soundproofed them with the Insulatum charm, just in case someone else should walk in. Colin was trembling, staring at Harry's crotch. He had never been in a situation like this before.
"Rub it," ordered Harry. Colin reached out timidly, but didn't quite touch Harry. Harry took Colin's hand roughly, and placed it firmly on his erection, still contained in his shorts. "Rub it," he said again. It became apparent immediately that Colin knew how and why a penis should be rubbed. His touch and technique were nothing less than that of an expert. The pleasant physical sensations soon mellowed Harry's mood, and he interrupted Colin briefly, as he lay back and pulled his rock-hard member out through the fly. Colin resumed masturbating Harry without being told to, and proceeded to give him the most satisfying hand-job he'd ever had.
Colin's small hands, with their expertise and feathery touch, brought Harry to a point of ecstasy without pushing him over the edge. Instinctively, Colin knew just how fast to stroke, and how much pressure to apply and when to ease up, so that Harry soared barely conscious, through cloud after cloud of physical and mental pleasure. Finally the point of no return had arrived. Harry's energy gathered and focused. Pulsing waves of exquisite pleasure surged through his body, and culminated in a heart-stopping climax the likes of which he felt he had never experienced.
When Harry was able to see clearly again, he looked down at his body. Colin was still gently holding him. Oozing from the tip of his softening pecker, and running down the side of Colin's hand, was a clear gooey liquid. He reached out and touched the stuff, feeling its slipperiness with his fingers. What a day this was! First thing in the morning he had comfirmed the onset of his long-awaited growth, and now this - his first real ejaculation. Tears of joy welled up in Harry's eyes, as he panted in his post-orgasmic fog. He swallowed with emotion. Colin understood and smiled.
"Take your clothes off," said Harry after a few moments, barely able to whisper. He planned on giving Colin's little stiffie a triple blow-job just as he had done for Neville several days before. Colin shucked his shirt, slid out of his pants and turning away from Harry, removed his shorts as well. He turned again, facing Harry.
Harry's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Whereas Colin resembled a little boy in overall stature, it was obvious that he was maturing earlier than most kids his age. His erect penis pointed straight out from his body, with a slight upward curvature. It was long; probably six inches, but relatively slender in diameter. A slight amount of fine blond hair was visible at its base. He was uncircumcized, but at full length, the foreskin was retracted nicely. His balls, encased in a delicately-shaped symmetrical scrotum, were not overly large, giving his nude form the idealized look of an artist's model.
Harry was awestruck. He reached out and lovingly took hold of it. "Lie back" he said. Colin complied, and Harry began stroking him. "Mmm, mmm," Colin hummed. He writhed with pleasure . . .
Colin's brother had introduced him to the fine art of masturbation five years before, and he had been doing it several times a day ever since. Perhaps it was the frequency of orgasms at such a young age that had triggered the early onset of his sexual development.
. . . Harry was calm now, after having all the good hormones enter his bloodstream. He treated Colin's pecker with care and respect, and used a variety of techniques on him, each new one causing Colin to express his pleasure. Harry pressed his finger at the base of Colin's penis, then dragged it upwards the full length of his urethra. A generous glob of pre-cum appeared at the tip. Harry deftly caught the smooth liquid, and spread it around the head of Colin's erection. He rhythmically squeezed the head. He thought about putting it in his mouth, but he was so fascinated by its beautiful appearance, that he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Colin was uninhibited in his enjoyment of Harry's ministrations. He cooed and hummed, rocked back and forth slightly, and gyrated his hips in time with Harry's rhythm. He rubbed his own belly and little nipples.
Harry finally switched to one of his own favorite styles, gently and swiftly rolling Colin's erection between his hands. When he tilted his grip slightly, so there was a little more pressure toward the root, and a little less toward the sensitive tip, Colin raised his hips somewhat more, pushing his penis skyward. Then it came. Pop, pop, pop! Cumshots flew out of his pecker as if it were a splatball gun. Pop, pop, pop! The first several globs shot straight up with unbelievable force, and smacked against the overhead canopy. More wads of cum flew out and landed on Colin's chest and on the bedding. His body went limp.
Colin's eyes were blank, and he had this silly-looking smile on his face. Harry let the moments pass, until Colin's erection began to gradually subside. Colin closed his eyes, and drifted into a light sleep. Quietly, Harry used the "Immaculata" charm to clean things up, and pulled a blanket over both their bodies. He resolved to treat Colin with more respect from now on. He lay next to Colin and let himself drift away as well. It was a Friday afternoon, after all, and they could well afford to cut a class or two.
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