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 Revelation
Colin had gone to bed Friday night in a total state of confusion. He could not sort out his feelings, and slept fitfully the whole night through. When he awoke Saturday morning with his customary hardon, he quickly stroked himself to orgasm as was his custom each and every morning ever since his brother taught him how to do it over five years ago. He had masturbated four or five times a day all those years, putting his total orgasm count well over eight thousand by now.
Today it was different, however. Normally, stimulating his young body was enough, while his mind would sift through an assortment of vague fantasies, without any particular common theme behind them. But this time he had one crystal-clear image as he jacked off - memories of Harry and himself masturbating each other the previous day. Pop, pop, pop! Splat! Splat! Splat! His remarkably powerful cumshots stuck to the curtains behind his head. His mind came into focus as he settled down from his climax, and it dawned on him why his emotions were all churned up. He was in love. That must be it; he and Harry were in love. They would settle down and live happily ever after.
Wait a minute, Colin thought. That must mean he was gay. He had never thought about that. All those times he was beating off over the years were just expressions of raw energy. He had never made any attempt at connecting emotions to his body. Now he struggled to remember where his mind usually wandered to during those sessions. While his fantasies usually centered on his own body, there were times when he thought about other kids, both boys and girls. When he got right down to it however, he realized that the girl-fantasies did little or nothing to excite him, the boy-fantasies always did. That settled it. Colin shrugged and accepted his fate. He would he Harry's forever. Harry was his idol anyway; how lucky could he be?
As he processed these thoughts in his brain, he was idly stroking his penis without really thinking about it. Suddenly, the physical urges arose within him, and he was rubbing himself up and down again. As before, Harry was clear as crystal in his vision, and never wavered for a second. He soon rose to a second orgasm, and without taking the time to recover, roared right into a third one. Pop, pop, pop! Cum flying everywhere. Whew!
Back in his own bed, Harry awoke totally refreshed. He was in a cheery mood, recalling the day before, beginning with the news that his boyhood' was on the way to becoming his manhood' - and the best news of all - he'd had his first productive cumshot when he was playing around with Colin after lunch.
It was still early. Ron was gently snoring, so Harry decided to pay Neville a visit and share his excitement with him. Wearing nothing but a smile and carrying his wand, he slipped out of his bed, and headed for Neville's. His pecker stood out from his body, straight and firm. He scrutinized it, making sure that it's new-found length hadn't gone away. He was pleased with his body.
Neville was just waking up, and had been hoping Harry might turn up. He was horny and really felt like fooling around. "Watch this," said Harry. He placed his wand along his erection as he had done the day before, and invoked the Calculineum charm. The bright ring encircled the wand, indicating the current position of the very tip of his penis. Another ring glowed, fainter in appearance and about a quarter-inch lower, representing the first measurement, taken just a week before. Harry explained what the rings meant, and shared with Neville the calculations he had jokingly made yesterday. Both boys giggled at the idea of a 17-inch cock, holding their hands apart as if they were telling a fish story. They giggled again as Harry made some foot-and-a-half long stroking motions with his fist. "Let's measure yours now!" Harry said. "Use your own wand, so it will remember the starting point."
He showed Neville how to press the tip of his wand against his pubic bone, and mentioned that he should always use the same amount of pressure, in order to insure that the measurements would be accurate. Holding still and straining to maximize his the length of his erection, Neville said "Calculineo" and watched with fascination as the initial ring glowed on his wand. Above the ring the numerals 7.4 appeared. Harry told Neville that meant centimeters, and figured that it equaled just over three inches.
"Guess what else?" said Harry. "I'm starting to cum. Shot my first load yesterday. It was not much, and still quite clear; but it's a start."
"I wanna see," said Neville. "Can I do it to you and make it happen?"
"Sure," Harry replied, lying back and resting his head on Neville's pillow. He started to rub Harry up and down, but Harry interrupted him. "Do it like this," he said - demonstrating the rolling technique on Neville's forearm. "Just don't press your hands together too hard, or else it can burn." Harry was pretty charged up, this being his first one of the day, and what with the measuring games and sex talk, he came easily. "Oh!" he said, as the first pulsation resulted in a flying glob. Three more sticky drops flowed out and ran down Neville's hand, then dryness for the remainder of his climax.
"Cool!" said Neville, who was contemplating the ooze on his hand. It was clear and slippery, and had just the slightest odor to it. He thought about what they had done a week ago, when Harry had climaxed in his mouth. There had been no liquid then, but there would be from now on. What would Neville do if Harry came in his mouth? That stuff would be in his mouth, he reasoned, and he would be tasting it. He didn't want to give up the idea of pleasuring Harry with his mouth, just because Harry was able to shoot a load, so he decided to see what it was like. Still sniffing it, he tentatively stuck out his tongue and lightly touched the material with the tip. To his surprise, it was nearly tasteless, and had a pleasing smooth texture. He bravely tried a little more. He actually liked it. He eagerly licked his whole hand clean. No need for a cleanup charm this time. Harry was thrilled. He grinned broadly as he watched Neville. It meant that he wouldn't be losing a blow-job buddy.
As his energy returned, he sat up and let Neville place his head on the pillow where Harry's had been. He was on his knees facing the foot of the bed. He leaned over and took Neville's three-inch boner into his mouth and began toying with it. He knew Neville would be able to come several times in a row, so he made no pretense about prolonging the first one. He let Neville rise to his peak as soon as possible, and enjoyed watching the younger boy writhe with pleasure. He stayed in position through the recovery period, preparing for the second coming. As he waited, he felt Neville tugging on his leg. Following Neville's guidance, he found himself straddling Neville, with a knee on either side of his shoulders. The next thing he knew, Neville was pulling downward on his butt, as if to bring their bodies closer. Harry got the idea, and lowered himself, and found his penis entering Neville's mouth.
Neville took him in fully, rotating his head back a little so he could breathe. The boys blew each other, slowly and gently, with no sense of urgency. Neville's heart was thumping in his chest, and he wondered if this was what it meant to be in love. Even though the boys were not trying to hurry, they both reached an orgasm fairly soon. Harry produced some more cream. If Neville had been afraid of it before; now he craved it. He could not get enough of Harry.
As they finished, Ron was waking up and getting into his morning routine of humping the bed. As he was doing that, Harry returned to his own bed, and he and Neville got themselves ready for the day. There would be Quidditch pratcice in the afternoon, and Harry's heart quickened at the memory of the shower scene after last Saturday's practice. He wondered if it had been a one-time fling, or if there could be a repeat performance.
Harry and Ron entered the great hall, with Neville tagging along behind. Colin was there already, saving a seat for Harry. He was a bit perplexed when Harry didn't even look his way, but sat down with Ron at the other end of the table, eagerly discussing Quidditch maneuvers.
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