Sex? At Hogwarts?"
Chapter 3
Author's Note:
Potter fans will recognize the following incident as taking place during Harry Potter's third year at Hogwarts. Although he had just turned 13 three months earlier readers will notice that the young wizard at this point seems comfortable with himself as a sexual person. Although we have no firsthand accounts of the details we know he and his fellow Gryffindors Seamus Finnegan, Ron Weasley and Dean Thomas enjoyed plenty of the usual sexual experimentation that 12- and 13-year-olds have been engaged in forever.
It is true that Harry was deeply disappointed at not being able to join his friends in Hogsmeade for the Halloween weekend. But it is not quite true that he spent all his waking moments while his classmates were gone bored and frustrated. Indeed, his frustrations were relieved that very afternoon by the most unlikely of fellow Gryffindors, the annoying, hero-worshipping Colin Creevey.
Readers are aware that Colin, too young himself to attend the Hogsmeade holiday, eagerly offered to spend some time with his idol, and that Harry tried to put him off with a weak excuse about having to go to the library to study. In fact, this is exactly how it happened. However, there was more to the story -- indeed, much more. Ms. JKR was either unaware of how Harry spent the rest of his day -- or perhaps chose to ignore it.
It is true that Harry spent part of the day during which his fellow third-years explored Hogsmeade visiting with Professor Remus Lupin. That is the part you heard about. But it was only one part. The actual amount of time he spent in Professor Lupin's office drinking tea, talking about this and that, and experiencing a brief and unpleasant appearance by Severus Snape was less than one half hour. And what did he occupy himself with the rest of the time? What indeed.
Upon leaving Professor Lupin Harry headed back to the Gryffindor common room, from which he intended to ascend the stairs to his dormitory. Although he had not formulated a precise plan of activities there, in all likelihood the agenda would have included a long afternoon wank. His roommates were all off enjoying themselves at Hogsmeade and he certainly must have assumed there would be no one to invade his privacy as he settled in for a little recreation of his own, albeit of a solitary kind.
Harry had been initiated into the pleasures of wanking in his first year, at age 11, by two of his rather precocious dorm mates. Then his Sex Magic class during his second year opened whole new worlds of sexual possibilities to him, and like most of his classmates -- at least of the male gender -- he put to good use as much of what he learned as possible. Now that he was studying simple sexual charms and potions in his third-year Sex Magic class, he had begun to learn to prolong and intensify his orgasms when he wanked. Furthermore, he and his two wank-mates, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan, had invented several very sexy games in which they competed in adolescent activities of the sort that boys have been playing since the beginning of time. Sometimes they would shoot spunk for distance. Sometimes they would see who could hold off cumming the longest despite sexual pleasuring from the others. One evening they had dissolved into helpless hilarity as they competed to see who could successfully insert the largest object into his rectum. But of all these activities what Harry preferred most was solitary, charm-prolonged, sometimes potion-intensified, deliciously fantasy-filled wanking.
Although the common room was still a bit crowded Harry passed through it, head down and morose, and for once his appearance didn't seem to draw anyone's attention. Relieved, Harry took the stairs up to his dormitory room two at a time. At least one thing had gone right today.
Alone in the dorm room Harry tossed his robe aside, and then, in the manner of teenage boys everywhere, carelessly tossed his clothes aside as he stripped. In seconds he was naked. A luxuriating feeling came over him then. Harry stretched his body extravagantly, all the muscles of his 13-year-old body flexing. His trim little ass clenched perkily as he rose onto his toes. No longer a little boy's body, his limbs were lengthening and his muscles were beginning to gain a bit of size and definition. The relentless training he had made routine to prepare himself for the quidditch season had given him, if not a powerful-looking six-pack then at least a soft, luscious four-pack. His small biceps jumped and knotted as he stretched.
It wasn't so bad, really, to have plenty of free time, time away from school gossip and professorial frowns, from piles of neglected assignments and worries about dementors and Voldemort. Time all to himself.
Harry sat on his bed, fluffed his pillow, then lay back, closed his eyes and expelled a deep breath. His mind was still for a moment, but his hand was not. It slowly crept over the newly thickening muscles of his chest, one finger lingering over a nipple. It eased its languorous way downward, over the ridges of his narrow belly. Then, sliding over the tiny patch of soft black hair, it came to rest on the base of his swelling penis.
He gripped his organ gently, allowing it to rest comfortably between his thumb and forefinger, as it had done so many times already in his young life. He could feel it thickening and lengthening -- he didn't even have to move. He gave it a gentle squeeze and pleasure surged through his body. He thought about the prolonging charm he had begun to to master just that week in his Sex Magic class. He could try it if he wanted to roll off his bed, retrieve his robe from where he had carelessly tossed it and pull out his wand. He squeezed again. Ah, forget it. He'd just lie here and--
"Hey Harry, are you up here?"
Harry almost jumped through the canopy of his four-poster. He had just enough time to snatch a sheet over his lap when the wide-eyed face of Colin Creevey peered around the door frame.
"Oh hi Harry, I didn't know if you'd be up here or not. Hope it's OK, I know I'm not a third-year, but I just thought--"
"We'll you thought wrong, Colin!" snapped Harry, his heart beating a mile a minute.
"Oh sorry, I just figured that, well, you probably wouldn't be in the library the whole day and that maybe we could hang out and--"
The boy stopped and stared.
"Um, how come you're not wearing a shirt, or, well, it doesn't really look like you're wearing anything and . . . OH!"
It was obviously just dawning on Colin what it was that Harry might have been doing up in his dormitory room all alone.
"Oh man," was suddenly all he could say.
"Yeah, oh man!" spat Harry scowling ferociously, still so in shock he couldn't think of anything else to say.
The two stared at each other for a long second.
"Can I, um, see it?" Colin blurted suddenly.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, not quite wanting to believe what he thought Colin might be referring to.
"I heard -- well, everyone says -- um, you have, you know, a huge one."
"What?" he shouted, as if not believing what he was hearing.
"Can I? Please Harry, just let me see! Just real quick! You're probably, like, all hard and stuff, and this is my one chance, you know . . ."
Harry was silent, still staring.
"If I show you will you just go?" he finally asked.
The boy's 12-year-old face almost exploded with eager excitement. "Sure Harry, sure! I'll leave you in peace to, um, you know . . ."
At that Harry, still fuming with frustration and embarrassment, flung the sheet aside, slid quickly off his bed and stood hands on hips, staring at the younger boy with blazing eyes.
Colin Creevey's jaw literally dropped and his eyes widened.
And then, after an astonished moment, he began slowly approaching, his eyes now glazed, almost as if he were being drawn forward, hypnotized.
Harry stood still wondering what was happening.
When the boy was only four feet away he stopped and then, to Harry's amazement, dropped to his knees.
Colin swallowed and shook his head quickly as if shaking away a dream and trying to return to reality. When he spoke again it was in a different tone -- low and quavering,
"Can I -- can I . . ."
"Can you what," Harry snapped.
Instead of answering Colin slowly slipped one hand inside his robe and undid something. He reached in and his hand began to move. Harry realized with something between a shock and a thrill that Colin was beginning to masturbate, still staring wide-eyed at Harry's cock. A cock that, to Harry's consternation, had actually become harder since Colin had begun to stare at it.
"Colin, what are you doing? You can't do that here! You can't--"
"You were," the boy murmured.
Suddenly the boy locked eyes with Harry.
"Can I -- OK, I never told anybody this, promise you won't laugh at me or be mean or anything, but like, when I go to bed at night I, like, think about you when I, you know, when I--"
"You pull your willie thinking about me?" croaked Harry, feeling stunned again, and very much unsure what to do or say. "I'm your -- your wank fantasy?"
"Every night!" Colin cried, with sudden vehemence.
This was surreal. And then, coming from somewhere inside of him and shocking him as much as it probably did Colin, Harry muttered, " What do you think about? I mean, what . . . "
The older boy was shocked by what Colin was revealing, yes. And maybe a little embarrassed. But more than anything else, Harry Potter was interested.
"I think about -- promise you won't hate me Harry? Promise?" the younger boy begged.
"Colin, I won't hate you," Harry sighed.
"I think about -- OK I'm not gay, Harry, I'm not, but I think about -- your cock. You know, how it looks. And . . . and I imagine -- doing stuff sometimes."
Harry's throat was suddenly so dry he could barely get it out. "Stuff like . . . what?"
"LIke -- oh God. Like, um, well, you know, like sucking it."
The two stared at each other in silence at this revelation. Nothing moved in the room except Colin's right arm, which tugged with a mechanical regularity at something hidden in his robes, almost as if it moved automatically without the boy's awareness. Harry's cock was now fully, blazingly erect.
And then, somehow, Harry knew what he was going to do. He didn't know why, but he just knew. It was crazy, but it was right. And with that knowledge came a sort of relaxation, almost a kind of peace.
"Do you want to suck it now, Colin?" he asked, his voice calm and firm.
The little boy looked as if he had been hit in the head.
"Oh my God. Do you mean it, Harry? Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!"
"Come here then," Harry commanded, gesturing for Colin to kneel between his spread legs.
The boy compiled in an instant.
Harry's hand went to the 8-plus inch organ jutting straight out from his scantily-haired groin, and curled around it gently. He began slowly stroking it.
"Have you ever done, this, Colin? Ever sucked a willie?"
The boy gulped. "Well, sort of. I sort of did."
"Somebody in your dorm?"
"I, um, promised I wouldn't say."
"Yeah? D'you know how? I don't want you scraping me up."
"They're teaching us about it in Sex Magic. You took it last year, right?"
"Yeah I took it. But you don't have to do all the stuff they teach you about."
Harry kept stroking. Colin couldn't take his eyes off the flaring, pinkish head, huge and dangerous-looking, slowly appearing and disappearing at the top of Harry's fist.
`Well, I know, but all my mates do it. I mean, we're not allowed to do stuff with girls, right? And sometimes I just get so, you know . . .'
"So randy."
"Yeah! You too, Harry? Do you get real randy? Like you just want to do it all the time, with anybody?"
"You're only 12, Colin. That's a little young to be obsessing, don't you think?"
"I don't know, I don't know!" he claimed. I just . . . '
"You just want to suck me. Right now. Don't you?" Harry couldn't believe how he was actually getting more and more aroused as the little kid became more and more excited.
"It's -- it's so big," the boy murmured, as if dubious. "I never thought it would be so . . . "
Harry reached out and cupped his hand firmly behind Colin's head. With the other hand he slid back his silky foreskin.
"Come on, Colin. Kiss it then."
The boy closed his eyes. "Ooh god, ooh god," he almost choked.
Eyes still closed he leaned forward then, pursing his lips. He placed them carefully against the burning hot head of Harry's raging cock. He gave a little grunt, and then withdrew, licked his lips, and then placed them back on Harry's cockhead and began sliding forward, his lips stretching wider and wider as he tried manfully to take the plum-sized glans completely into his mouth.
"Umh," Harry couldn't help but grunt. He closed his eyes and pressed Colin's head more firmly against himself.
This is unbelievable, he thought to himself. And then he decided not to think anymore, as he felt the kid's lips slowly slide a little farther forward. The spit-slick lips felt so good, and the boy had his teeth covered just as they were taught. And then, suddenly, Colin had the whole thing in his mouth, the whole huge head of Harry's oversized organ.
Without stopping, perhaps flushed with triumph, the boy tried to slide forward even more, then still more. Harry felt his cockhead press against the back of the boy's throat. Then suddenly Colin gagged and, pulling himself entirely off Harry's cock began coughing and choking.
"Come on, Colin, if you're gonna do it then do it! Try to go slower, maybe give your throat a chance to adjust."
Red in the face, eying Harry out of the corner of his eye, the boy managed to squeak through his gasps,
"Have you done it before? It . . . sounds like you know . . . "
"No! But, that's what they taught us."
In another moment Colin seemed to have recovered. "Lemme try again."
"OK, why don't you grab ahold. That might make it easier."
Colin's hand rose shakily and he grabbed ahold of the big organ. The boy stared at Harry's now wet cockhead.
"I can't believe I'm doing it," he murmured, almost to himself.
Having felt how good Colin's mouth felt on his cock Harry wanted more.
"So do it!"
"It--feels so hot," he muttered, stroking the side of Harry's penis with one finger, as if in wonder.
"Come on!" the older boy urged.
The boy took in a lungful of air and then eased onto Harry's cockhead again.
"Oh brilliant," Harry breathed.
The boy began carefully sliding forward, stopping every few seconds to adjust, then moving forward again. In this way he was able to swallow more of the other boy's cock. Then he began to draw back a couple of inches, then surge forward again.
"Ah, that's right," Harry approved. "Only don't grab me so tight!"
The boy quickly came off Harry's cock.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't even know I--"
"Forget it Colin, just keep going!" cried Harry in exasperation.
"OK, but I gotta . . ."
Harry opened his eyes and looked down. Colin was fumbling in his robes, obviously trying to get at his own cock again. He kept fumbling.
"Man, just take it off!" Harry cried impatiently.
Colin froze a second, then leaped to his feet and in less than 10 seconds had kicked off his shoes, thrown off robe, T-shirt, jeans and underwear and stood naked in front of Harry, a very respectable 5 1/2 12-year-old inches straining upward from his apparently hairless groin, pointing, red and aggressive, straight at Harry. He stared at Harry as if waiting for something.
"What?!" Harry demanded.
Colin's eyes dropped to his cock. "Is it . . . OK?"
"Is what OK? Your willie? It's fine!" Harry almost shouted in impatience.
The boy blinked and then suddenly dropped to his knees and, one hand caressing his own organ and the other gently gripping Harry's, he carefully plunged once more onto Harry's cockhead.
It seemed as if, now that Colin's cock was out in the open and freed up to be stroked, his tentativeness had evaporated. Apparently getting more comfortable now with what he was doing he began rhythmically surging and withdrawing, surging and withdrawing, very gradually taking more and more of Harry's thick cock into his little mouth. Harry stared down at him, noticing how Colin's lips were stretched open so tight they seemed like a bright red rubber band, stretched almost to breaking.
Meanwhile the boy's right arm began moving more rapidly as he masturbated more and more excitedly. As he knelt, servicing the other boy, he began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking his hand with his rigid organ.
Meanwhile Harry had begun to move too. Wanting to prolong his pleasure he kept his movements small and slow, just hunching his hips forward a couple of inches and then carefully drawing back again, not wanting to dislodge Colin's fantastic-feeling mouth.
Suddenly Colin drew back so only Harry's fiery cockhead was in his mouth, and then he began swirling his tongue over Harry's glans.
"EEYOW!" Harry cried in pleasure, rising to his toes. "Where'd you learn that? No, no, don't answer," he half-cried, half-laughed, as Colin began to pull off him in order to respond.
The younger boy crammed his head forcefully forward, redoubling his efforts, swirling his tongue, then sucking hard, then swirling, then even nibbling at Harry's coronal rim.
Shocked at what Colin was doing as well as at the intensity of the pleasure that urgently surged through him, Harry was suddenly there.
"AAAHHH!!"
His cry ripped from his lungs, and without even knowing what he was doing he jammed both hands around Colin's head, pressed his raging organ farther than ever down his throat and began cumming, pressing Colin's head ruthlessly into his groin.
"YAAHH! YAAHHHH!" Two, three, four bolts of young wizard cum blasted straight down Colin's throat, and although the little kid gasped for breath, pushed at Harry's legs, and was able to pull Harry's cockhead up out of his throat and into his mouth the older boy kept a desperate iron grip on Colin's head as he kept cumming, shooting a fifth and then a sixth wad of cum into the boy's mouth.
Just as Harry's grip slackened Colin's head snapped back, his fist flailed at lighting speed and then, giving a soft little wail, Colin came too, shooting two small watery jets of cum a couple of inches into the air.
"OH!!", Colin groaned softly, still thrashing his meat, swallowing the last of Harry's very large load, his body relaxing back onto his heels as a last drop of cum drooled over the crimson end of his 12-year-old cock. The boy stared, glazed over and panting, at Harry's cock. A small smear of Harry's cock slime glistened on his chin.
Gasping, his body swaying slightly from his exertions, Harry gripped his cock and squeezed out another gob of cockjuice. Colin's body snapped forward, he lunged for Harry's cock and, hands gripping Harry's quivering thighs, he slurped the last bit of the older boy's cockjuice into his mouth.
Harry slumped back onto his bed then, and Colin sat back on his haunches again. The boys looked at each other a minute, speechless.
"That was . . . " Colin finally began, and then stopped.
Harry let out a deep breath. "Yeah, it was," murmured Harry. The boys eyes' met and Harry smiled a little smile.
"That was good. Colin," he finally said. "But don't -- we can't let it happen again, though."
"No?" Colin's face was troubled.
"No, I'm afraid not. I'm sure you can find, you know, other blokes in your dorm . . ."
"Oh, yeah, I suppose." Colin mumbled. "Maybe. But it won't be the same. Not really."
Harry gave another small smile. "Well, if you still want to use me as your wank fantasy, it's -- it's OK with me."
Colin managed a little grin of his own.
"OK, Harry," he said softly.
Harry stood up and reached for his briefs at the foot of the bed.
"Well, you'd better be going. You never know when people will be getting back from Hogsmeade."
"Oh yeah," Colin said, clambering to his feet. "We wouldn't want anybody coming up and seeing us like this, huh?"
"No, we wouldn't.""
The boy stopped, underwear in hand, and looked at Harry.
"It's just our secret, right?"
"Yeah Colin, it's just our secret."