Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2015 00:19:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rainy Day <rainingsparrows@yahoo.com>
Subject: Espen Norum Chronicles chapter 9 and 10

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Another two! Keeping the flow :) Next one is going to be the last two parts
that I have finished, then it's the new year(for the boys). I really
appreciate all the comments from you guys! Keep them coming please,
especially the suggestions! :) Even though the first year is done, more or
less, I still have another three years PLANNED and I can use those ideas
for the next years :)


Chapter Nine: Pretty Pictures

As soon as Espen got back up to the castle, he grabbed some parchment and
his quill and ink and left the common-room and headed to the owlery. He had
to get what Madamee Maxime told him, off his chest. Once he had climbed up
the stairs to the tower and entered the round room, he found a seat that
wasn't too polluted by owl poop and started writing;

Dear mom,

I know it's been a while since my last letter, but I've had a really busy
time.

The reason I'm writing, is that I met someone that I believe you know,
Madame Maxime. As you know, the Tri-Wizard tournament, and she is the
headmaster at Beauxbatons. I had a little talk to her and she told me that
you two were friends once, and to give you her best wishes.

Espen stopped. He didn't really know what more to say. Should he say how
guilty she'd looked when she found out who he was? As these thoughts run
through his mind, a flap of wings filled the air and Hugo landed on his
shoulder, holding what looked like half a mouse in his beak. Hugo tilted
his head and looked into Espen's eyes. Espen reached out to Hugo's head and
stoked his soft feathers. Espen put his quill to the parchment again and
continued,

I hope you're well mom. I miss you a lot and I can't wait to see you!

Love, Espen.

Espen rolled up the letter and secured it safely around Hugo's leg.

"Take this to mom for me, will you?" he said as he continued to stoke Hugo
over the head. His owl blinked and let out a soft hoot and stroked his soft
head against Espen's face before spreading his wings and flying out the
window.

Over the next couple of weeks, Dennis seemed to distance himself even more
from the rest of the first years. This bugged Espen a lot, even though he
tried his best not to show it. Dennis was his same old self in class,
joking around with the rest of the guys, but as soon as it was over he
vanished and didn't show up before late at night. Espen tried to talk to
him about it, but he got nothing out of him. He always managed to change
the subject somehow. He even tried to follow him once, but again, he simply
vanished! Espen started to get desperate and asked Colin for advice.

"Best leave him to it, Espen." Colin said as he patted him on his back. "I
think he really needs to be alone for a little while. He'll tell you when
he feels like it."

But what the heck did that mean? Espen couldn't understand any of
it. Finally, Espen managed to allowed himself to leave Dennis be and
started to hang out more with the rest of the first years. Benjamin was his
old self, still in his lonely classroom, reading and practicing spells and
charms for himself. As fun as it was, it was slightly too repetitive for
Espen, and he soon got bored sitting in the dusty old sofa reading a
book. So he looked to Nathan and Jimmy for company, but they were almost as
hard to find as Dennis these days! Nathan was helping Jimmy lose some
weight, since he was on the chubby side. Jimmy wanted to try out for the
Quidditch team next year as a beater, and that required him to either lose
his weight and becoming stronger, or him simply being gifted as it. Sadly
for him, the last one was an impossibility! So they trained together four
times a week, jogging, improving his conditioning and strength. Espen
mostly just watched and talked to them as they went on, and every now and
then stole a glance at Nathan whenever he slipped off his shirt when they
were working out in the empty class rooms that they found. As this, too,
became a little boring to Espen after a while, he tried to find Nigel and
find out what he did after class. Not surprisingly, he was even harder to
find than the rest of them. Since he was usually quiet in class, Espen
never learned what Nigel got up to afterwards, even though he had an idea
of what. He remembered catching Nigel looking dreamily at the prefect, that
he'd seen him with in the woods during the second trial, Henry. Nifel
always seemed to have slight twinkle in his eyes whenever he saw him. Espen
guessed they still did their... extra-curricular activities together. So,
Espen stayed with Nathan and Jimmy for a month, more or less every
day. Jimmy made some pretty extraordinary progress in his training. When
ever they did their training, he managed to lift more, run longer and
endure their quick sessions longer.

"If this continues, you'll be ready in a matter of months!" Nathan said
with a wide grin. "We'll have to find you some time on a broomstick to see
if you're any good as a beater. You're sure you want to try out next year?"
he said worried, as Fred and George Weasley still had one more year before
they were finished at Hogwarts.

"I'm sure. I have to try." Jimmy said as he finished hit sit-ups. "They
only have next year left, and who knows, they might need a reserve
someday!"

"Fred and George don't strike me as the kind of people that get sick of
being beaters. They've been on the house team since they were second year."
Espen said nonchalantly, sitting on a desk reading in his transfiguration
book. Professor McGonagall had given him more and more complex homework
aside from his regular homework. Now he was reading about making birds into
different kinds of glasses and goblets, still far ahead of the rest of his
class.

"I know, but who knows, they might be kicked off the team for blowing of a
toilet or... hexing someone," Jimmy said as he walked over to Espen,
looking in his transfiguration book. "You never know. I still don't
understand why Professor McGonagall is allowing you to do this kind of
stuff. I can't understand half of what that page says!" he said and
gestured at the complex diagrams that the book showed on how a different
animals could be turned into a goblet.

"She said I'm gifted in it. I don't even have to try too hard. Look," Espen
said and pointed his wand over at a small spider at the window, devouring
and fat fly caught in its web.

"Arania Firavanti," Espen mumbled, and a bright light shot out of his oak
wand and hit the spider. The small creature glowed for half a second before
turning into a tiny goblet.

"I just read that a minute ago," Espen said with a grin. "These
transfiguration spells come so easily to me, I don't know why. McGonagall
says I need to be careful by going too far ahead, though. I need to learn
basic wand control before I can try myself on third year spells."

"Still..." Nathan said as he too, walked over to look in Espen's book,"
You're farther ahead than all of us," he said, gesturing at Jimmy and
himself. "That's very impressive, mate!"  Espen knew this very well. He was
far better than the rest of his class, at least when it came to
transfiguration. On all other subjects he was on par with the rest, even
though he had some trouble with Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor
Moody had told him that even the basic charms and spells were demanding for
a first year with little training. During the last lesson, he'd only been
able to create a few sparks, when the rest had made a whole stream of them.

"You just need to practice more." Benjamin said as the two of them walked
from the library and over to their spot. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of
it eventually. You can do the Lumos charm as well as anyone else now!" he
pointed out.

As they passed a hallway full of thick wooden doors, they heard a sound
coming from one door, slightly ajar. To Espen, this sound was very
familiar— it was a clear moan of pleasure. Benjamin had stopped to
listen where the sound came from, and as he opened his mouth to ask, Espen
held a hand over his mouth, and put a finger up to his own to signal him to
be quiet. Slowly they sneaked closer to the door and peeked inside. To
Espen, this scene was very familiar as well, since it was Nathan making the
moans from inside the room. It seemed like Nathan had found someone else to
give him some release. Nathan was seated on a desk with his eyes closed as
someone worked their hand up and down his stiff tool. A boy with raven
black hair was on his knees working his hands on Nathan's tool. Espen
looked over at Benjamin to see his reaction to the scene in from of
them. As suspected, his mouth hung wide open and his eyes were glued to
Nathan's hard dick. Espen smirked as he noticed a small tent in front of
Benjamin's trousers as well. They had barely been watching the scene for
ten seconds and by the looks of it, he was fully erect under the thin layer
of clothes. With one last look at Nathan, now panting harder with each
stroke by the other boy, Espen nudged Benjamin. It took a second or two
before Benjamin noticed Espen's nudges to his side, looking confused at
him, almost as if he'd forgotten Espen was even there. Espen hurried to the
closest empty classroom in the hall and silently signaled Benjamin to
follow him. As they opened the door, Nathan's moans suddenly stopped. Espen
guessed he'd reached his limit. Espen was very curious about the identity
of the raven-haired boy. It took a few seconds before anything moved
outside the hall. First, Nathan came out, slightly shifting his trousers to
a more comfortable position. Soon after came the boy with the raven-black
hair. Espen now recognized the boy as a first year in Ravenclaw, the house
crest on his school uniform confirming it. The two boys exchanged a smile
and a wink before they departed to different ends of the hall.

Espen and Benjamin waited a minute before exiting the classroom and,
without a word, started to walk towards their reading spot once more. It
wasn't until they both threw themselves onto the dusty couch that either of
them said anything.

"Woah..." Benjamin said, his eyes wide open. Espen looked down and noticed
that Benjamin still had a tent going on down there.

"Yea, woah," Espen said, not actually surprised by the scene they had
witnessed. He had gotten to know Nathan pretty well over the last few
months and learned how hungry he was for being touched down there. He'd
asked Espen a couple of times to help him out again, but for some reason
Espen had thought it wouldn't be a very good idea to become too addicted to
seeing Nathan's stuff, no matter how attractive both he and his penis were.

"That was really intense. What—why did they do that? That's not right!"
Benjamin's voice brought Espen back to reality. He looked over at his blond
haired friend. He was staring at the wall, not blinking at all. He looked
very serious when he continued, "Boys should so not
that. That's... naughty!" he finished and looked up at Espen.

"Yeah, it is naughty." Espen said with a smile and nodded towards
Benjamin's crotch. Benjamin's face turned almost crimson when he looked
down and noticed the tent in his trousers.

"I-I... It's not because of them! It just does that at times. I can't help
it." He gestured wildly, getting up from the couch and pacing back and
forth, stammering almost in a panic, as if Espen would think less of him or
something. But Espen got up and put a hand on his friend`s shoulder,
holding him fast and stopping his nervous pacing.

"It's OK Benjamin," he said and looked down at his own crotch. Benjamin's
eyes followed and he gasped when he noticed that Espen also had a tent in
his trousers. Espen laughed and looked carefully into his friend's eyes,
"It happens and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, that boy was just
doing Nathan a favor."

"Wh-... how did that boy help him out?"

"You don't do it then? You know..." Espen smiled, "Wank!"

"What's that?"

"It's when you..." Espen stopped. He thought back to when Nathan had had
this exact talk with him a few months ago. "It's when you pull the skin on
your... umm, penis back and forth, making it feel really nice. And when
someone else does it on you, it feels great!"

"When you do what?!" Benjamin asked very slowly, putting extra pressure on
the last word. Espen sighed and started to undo his belt.

"Get on the couch and take off your trousers. I'll show you." Espen said as
he quickly looked over to the stairs to see that they really were alone,
then he dropped his trousers to the floor and stepped out of them.

Benjamin just stood there with his mouth open, watching as one of his
closest friends moved his hand inside his underwear. Espen had an idea on
how to make this work for both Benjamin and himself. He'd teach Benjamin to
wank while he worked his own dick at the same time. He really needed a wank
after seeing Nathan get worked by the Ravenclaw boy. Espen sat down on the
dusty couch and sank deep into the well-used pillows. With his hand still
inside his underwear, he gripped around the warm tube of his flesh, and
placed his thumb on the tip, massaging it slightly before he moved his hand
up and down a few times. He really needed to cum, but he had to get
Benjamin to understand how he could do this himself.

"Get over here!" Espen said, making Benjamin come out of his trance. He
hesitated a few seconds, staring at Espen in his white underwear. He sighed
and started to undo his belt as well. A minute later the two boys sat side
by side in the couch, both of them a little flushed.

"OK. What you need to do is," Espen said as he slid his underwear off,
exposing his pulsing rod, but Espen didn't take much notice of it. "Wrap
one of your hands around it like this, and start moving your hand up and
down. The most important thing is to work this area here, the tip. It's the
most sensitive part and it's what will make you feel good in the end."

Benjamin blushed again, turning as red as he could ever be while his eyes
were glued to Espen's stroking hand.

"I don't have to see yours if you don't want me to. You can just do what I
did first, place your hand inside your underwear and—come on, just do
it! You won't get hurt by it!" Espen laughed when he saw the nervous look
on Benjamin's face. While he worked on his own dick, he noticed that
Benjamin's hand slowly moved down and rested on top of his own little
crotch tent. Espen just moaned and closed his eyes to see if it would get
Benjamin moving. When he opened his eyes next, Benjamin had moved his hand
inside his undies and was slightly moving it around.

"That's it. Wrap your hand around it and move it up and down. Make sure you
don't hold it too loose or tight. You'll know how much pressure you need
to- ahh..." Espen couldn't finish the sentence. He let go of his penis and
took a few breaths.

"Why did you stop?" Benjamin asked worriedly, taking his hand out of his
underwear and looked his friend over.

"I just don't want to finish yet. You feeling it yet? Is it starting to
feel any good?"

"N-no. Not really. It just feels a little... weird. And this is supposed to
feel good at some point?"

"Yes. It's the best feeling ever. Want me to 'help you out'?" Espen asked
with a grin. Benjamin's face went from slightly flushed to crimson again.

"No! I'm fine! You don't need to-" the rest of Benjamin's reply never came
out as Espen had already moved his hand to the top of the tent in his
friend's undies. Benjamin gasped as he felt the weight of Espen's hand
resting on his most private place.

Looking at his friend to see his reaction, Espen caressed the tip of the
tent and moved it around, then moved down to where he knew Benjamin's
testicles were. With a light touch, he felt around his friend's testicles
and carefully slid the tip of his fingers inside the underwear's leg
hole. Benjamin closed his eyes and moaned. Espen knew the feeling the
smaller boy was getting from his own experience, when Nathan had done the
same to him. Not seeing any signs of Benjamin's disapproval, he moved his
hand further up and felt the base of a very hard dick.

"I really want to help you out, Benjamin," Espen whispered as he moved his
fingers further and further up Benjamin's dick, "Let me show you how it's
supposed to feel."

Benjamin was breathing more heavily now as he opened up his eyes and looked
directly into Espen's own eyes. The piercing blue eyes looked back at him
determinedly as he nodded. With just a moment's hesitation, he hooked his
fingers under the elastic waistband and slid his underwear down his smooth
legs.

Espen was impressed by what he saw. Even though he was a small kid,
possibly the smallest kid in school, Benjamin sure wasn't the smallest down
there! He was about the same size as Espen, around 8cm or so, but unlike
Espen, he didn't have a lot of excess skin at the tip. The foreskin barely
covered the tip of Benjamin's penis, creating a tiny hole at the tip where
Espen could see the sensitive head underneath.

Espen swallowed as he wrapped his hand around the shaft, waiting for
Benjamin to finish his gasp before he started to move his hand. He stroked
slowly up and down, forcing the skin back and exposing more and more of the
purple head underneath. Espen decided to move slow and steady with
Benjamin, who was carefully paying attention to his every move.

"This feels so weird." Benjamin finally said, squirming around in his seat.

"Now, I'm going to do something different... I like it a lot when I do this
to myself," Espen said as he changed his grip. Instead of wrapping his
entire hand around, he only used his thumb and index finger to focus more
on the sensitive head. Benjamin moaned louder than before as Espen now
started to move his fingers faster. As Benjamin's breathing became heavier,
Espen stroked even faster. Then Benjamin's legs began shaking, his toes
curling and his head thrown back as he let out a loud moan. Espen could
feel Benjamin's penis pulsing in his hands as it tried to push something
out, that never came. After four of these pulses, it stopped and Benjamin
was left almost gasped for air. The two boys just sat there for a few
seconds, Espen still with his fingers on Benjamin's softening penis.

"Congratulations, Benjamin," Espen said as he released his grip, "you just
had your first ever wank."

"Woah." Benjamin said, still with his head back, looking at the ceiling,
"that... was something else." he finished, his breathing having calmed a
bit. Espen couldn't help to feel a little proud of Benjamin. Even though he
had only learned this skill six months before, it felt really good to
actually learn others as well. Looking at Benjamin, at his soft penis, a
little flushed from it's handling before, Benjamin's shirt looking a little
roughed up after the intense orgasm he'd had seconds before and Benjamin's
glasses hanging crooked on his face. Espen still had to find his own
release, but he figured he should save it for later, as this was kind of a
special moment for Benjamin. Still without his trousers on, he scooched
closer to Benjamin, putting his arm around his shoulders and just sat next
to him, leaning back and looking at the ceiling.

After what seemed like hours, the two boys got dressed again. They left the
dusty old classroom with it's old couch and broken desks and went to the
common-room. As they walked the many corridors to the common-room, Espen
noticed a small change in his friend. The Benjamin he'd gotten to know so
very well the past few months had been a shy boy, even among friends. Espen
had always been the one who had to engage the conversations with him, even
then he was a boy of few words. Now, even though it was in whispers,
Benjamin talked all the way to the portrait of the fat lady, almost not
pausing to catch his breath.

"You need to show me that again sometime!" he whispered as the portrait
swung open and the climbed into the common-room, "I want to make sure I do
it right. That was simply the best. Wow, I can understand why Nathan had
that boy do it to him. How did you learn it?" Benjamin asked as they
climbed the stairs up to their dormitory.

"Umm, Nathan taught me." Espen replied, feeling very warm all of a
sudden. The dormitory was thankfully empty. It was still pretty early in
the day and most of the other first-years were still out. Benjamin sat down
at the end of his bed, laughing at Espen as he told the story of when
Nathan had taught him how to wank. He left out why Nathan had taught him in
the first place though. Espen wasn't even sure why he didn't tell
Benjamin. The two of them had just upped their friendship to the next
level, but telling Benjamin about how confused he was about his feelings
for Dennis, was out of the question. He had to find out that for himself
before he could let anyone know, even Benjamin.

Later that night, after all the other first-years was sleeping and snoring
in their beds, Espen lay awake. He was thinking about the events of the day
and everything he'd seen. Then he remembered that he still hadn't finished
himself off after his wanking session with Benjamin. Looking over at the
other beds, making sure they all were fast asleep, he slid off his pyjama
bottoms and wrapped his hand around his hard dick. Taking a breath, he
closed his eyes as images of Nathan sitting on a desk with a boy's hands on
his dick and Benjamin's body shaking as he had an orgasm flashed in his
mind. As right hand worked on his shaft, his left went further and further
between his legs, from his ball-sack and to his tight bum-hole. Biting his
lip, he circled his fingers around the entrance as he felt that he was
getting closer to his release. Slowly he pushed his fingers at the tight
entrance and let out a soft moan of pain as his finger went inside of
him. He stopped a second to listen in, he thought he had heard movement,
but as he looked over the other beds in the darkness, he couldn't see
anything.

Trying to be more quiet, he lifted his knees to make sure his hands didn't
make too much noise with the blanket. This new position have him more room,
allowing his finger to sink deeper as he continued to wank his dick. Espen
felt his body being on the edge of orgasm when another picture came to
mind, A picture he had thought of many times before. Dennis. He pictured
his mouse-brown hair, brown eyes and wonderful smile, the image from their
last dare night, when he'd seen Dennis' naked body for the first time came
crashing to mind. He pictured Dennis lying next to him, his skin against
his. With this picture, Espen came as he'd never done before. Even though
it was a silent one, it raged over his tiny eleven year old body, curling
his toes, his back and he could even feel it on the top of his head. The
few drops of milky white cum splashed against the underside of the covers,
smearing it over his stomach and bare pubic area. With one last breath,
Espen let go of his penis and pulled his finger out of his bum and settled
in for the best night's sleep he'd ever had.

Chapter Ten: Not only one secret, but three!

At the breakfast table the day after, Hugo came flying down to Espen with a
heavy letter tied to his leg. As Espen opened it up, he saw it was a reply
from his mom.

Dear Espen,

I'm sure you have some questions about Madame Maxime, but I'll leave that
talk to later. You should only know that I don't blame her for leaving me
when she did. I were the one to tell her to go in the first place. I left a
letter inside yours, to give to her from me. Will you do that for me?

I miss having you around in the house with me. It's so quiet here without
you and I can't wait to have you back home with me.

Love, Mom

Espen opened up the envelope and took out the other letter. It was this
letter that made his look so heavy! It was at least five times as thick as
his own and it, unlike his own, was sealed.

"Hey Benjamin..." Espen called down the table and brought Benjamin out of
his daze, stroking Hugo's soft feathers.

"Huh? What?"

"Do you know how to seal back a letter with magic...?" Espen asked as he
held the heavy letter in his hands. Benjamin gave Espen a mean look as he
looked from his letter to the unopened one.

"Even if I do, you shouldn't do-" but more than that he never got to say,
because Espen had torn up the seal and took out the letter inside. As he
folded out the paper, something fell out. He looked down at the table and
saw an old black and white picture, much like his own with his friends. The
picture showed six girls in their teens laughing at the camera and holding
around each other. Espen could see his own mother standing beside what had
to be Madame Maxime. Maxime was only three heads taller than the other
girls at that point. She and his mom hugged each other for the camera and
smiled from ear to ear. This sight left Espen with even more questions and
he looked to the letter for answers, but his hopes for answers were shot
down when he noticed the language it was written in.

"French?!" Benjamin burst out as he leaned in and looked down the long
letter, "Can you read it Espen?"

"No..." Espen said, feeling his mood dropping by the second. He'd never
learned French from his mom as she was determined to never move back to
France. So she'd say that he had no need for it and then dropped the
subject. Espen folded the letter back up, leaving the black and white photo
on top, closed it and handed it over to Benjamin who took out his wand to
seal it back up with magic.

Espen took a deep breath, and got up. He looked over to the front table,
where the faculty sat and spotted Madame Maxime in deep conversation with
Dumbledore. As he walked up to the table, Dumbledore looked surprised over
at Espen, soon followed by Madame Maxime's own surprised look.

"I did as you told me to, Madame Maxime. I wrote to my mother about you and
she sent me this." Espen said and handed over the heavy letter. Madame
Maxime looked confused down at the letter as she opened it. It wasn't
before she saw the black and white picture that her face changed. She
smiled at the letter and Espen could see her eyes become slightly wet.

"Zank you..." she finally said and looked up into his eyes with a warm
smile. Espen only nodded then walked back down to the Gryffindor
table. When Espen finally sat down again, he glanced back up the faculty
table. Madame Maxime held the picture in one hand and the other in front of
her mouth. Even at this distance, it was easy to spot her wet eyes.

The end of the school year closed in on the first-years. Espen, Benjamin,
Dennis, Nathan, Jimmy and Nigel spent day in and day out practicing spells
and memorizing ingredients in potions. Most of their exams had been set in
the days after the Third Trial, something Espen really wanted to see. So he
had to focus all his energy reading over his notes from lectures and wand
movements. He was determined to get good grades in at least
Transfiguration, Defense Against The Dark Arts and Charms, the three most
useful subjects to him. Espen spent most of his time reading up in the
usual spot, with Benjamin. He was by far the one who was most prepared for
the exams. He'd been studying for months already.

"I'm not that early out, you know." he said to Espen over top of the book
he was reading, "It's all of you guys who are late." He was halfway
right. Espen should have started months ago, but he had been to occupied
trying to find out what Dennis was trying so hard to hide from him. He'd
tried to follow Dennis, without any luck. He'd tried to ask Colin again,
who again, told him to leave Dennis be. Nathan and Jimmy had been far too
focused on training that when Espen asked if they had started to study,
both boys became pale as sheets.

So now the all six first year boys sat up in the dusty classroom, with
their books and notes from the year. As the room only had one three seater
sofa, the rest of them had pulled some chairs from the big pile of old
furniture in the corner and out them in a neat circle around the only table
that wasn't broken. These little study sessions allowed the boys to
practice all sorts of charms, transfigurations and other spells that they
couldn't do safely in the Gryffindor common room, as crowded as it was
these days, with exams coming up.

It was after one of these study sessions that Espen finally made some
progress about his missing classmates. He'd stayed behind to work on his
Wingardium Leviosa charm and was on his way back to the Gryffindor common
room, when he noticed something he'd never seen before. On one of the
stonewalls, there was a small gap in the shape of a door, only a bit
ajar. He looked around and confirmed that the hall he was in was indeed
empty. He tried to pry the door open with his fingers and with a little
work it slowly started to open. As the door was open wide enough for him to
slip in, he heard some noise at the end of the hall, so he quickly slipped
in and when he stepped inside, the door slowly slid back into its original
position. With the door closed, the room was pitch black.

"Lumos." Espen said and the tip of his wand burst out in light that
revealed the room he'd stepped into. It was a narrow hallway, with a set of
spiraling stairs leading down. Wondering where this passage would lead, he
pointed his wand ahead and started to walk down the stairs. It wasn't a
very long passage, so he soon stood over another stone wall, that didn't
look like it would move soon. He tried to push, kick and shove at the wall,
but it didn't even flinch. Then Espen remembered their study sessions and
the latest addition to his charms. "Alahomora" he said in desperation. To
his surprise, the thick wall suddenly gave in and slid open like a door. He
stepped out from the narrow passage and noticed that he'd climbed two
storied down and ended up close to the front halls marble staircase. Very
happy with himself for actually finding a secret passage, he pointed his
wand at the now hidden door, said "Alahomora" and went back the way he
came. He was just thinking to himself that he had to tell the other first
years about this passage when he heard voices at the top of the stairs. The
narrow walls distorted the sound a bit, but he was quite certain that it
was a male voice. Espen was a little put out by the fact that this secret
passage wasn't as secret as he first thought when the voice ahead called
out a name he knew: Nigel. Espen quickly whispered "Nox" which put out the
light on his wand and slowly crept up the stairs and the voices became
clearer. It was a male voice for sure, but what he said didn't make much
sense to Espen, being as disoriented as he was in pitch black darkness.

"Who knew you'd actually go for this, Nigel. You're..." then a loud
moan. Espen froze, dead in his tracks. Espen could see some light ahead,
pale, like from a Lumos charm. The voice continued, sounding a little
rushed, "...very good at this... don't stop... use your tongue..." the
voice filled the room more the further up Espen managed to creep up, and
the voice became louder and louder. Then Espen could finally see who was
talking, and his jaw dropped. Whatever he'd thought he would walk into,
this was not it! Ahead of him, there was a boy, by the looks of his school
uniform, a Hufflepuff. On the ground, on his knees was Nigel. Even though
Espen could only see the back of him, the strawberry blonde hair and
clothes told him it was indeed Nigel. He was on his knees in front of the
other boy, bobbing his head and holding something in his hands as he
did. Espen had an idea of what he was holding, when he noticed that the
older boy's pants was on the ground. The older boy had a glimmering prefect
sign on his uniform, just like the Gryffindor prefect he'd seen him with
before had, but Espen had never even seen this boy before! The Hufflepuff
had his head leaned back at the wall and his eyes closed with one hand
resting on top of Nigel's head, holding a good chunk of Nigel's hair in his
hand. It didn't look like it hurt, but the Hufflepuff was obviously helping
with the bobbing. As the prefect moved his body a little, Espen sneaked
another few steps up and got to see the scene from a new angle, confirming
his suspicions. Now being able to see the scene from a side view, he could
finally see what Nigel was holding in his hands. He had the Hufflepuff's
dick in his mouth, using one of his hands to wank the length of the dick as
his head bobbed up and down the shaft and his other to play with the heavy
ballsack under what looked like at least a 17cm (7") dick. The Hufflepuff
opened his eyes and looked down as Nigel's mouth slid up and down his
shaft.

"Man... This is so great!" the Hufflepuff said hoarsely as he began to
thrust his hips a little into Nigel's face. Nigel gagged all off a sudden
and let the dick out of his mouth.

"Don't thrust so hard in, ok? I can't take it all at once." He said and
without even waiting for a response, grabbed the Hufflepuffs dick in his
hand and guided into his own open mouth. The older boy moaned as Nigel
worked on his dick. He grabbed hold of Nigel's hair again and started to
thrust his hips again, but more slow this time.

"I'm going coming now... I-I can't hold it any longer," the Hufflepuff said
panting and a few seconds later he gave out a muffled scream of
pleasure. His hands had moved to the back of Nigel's head and pushed it as
far down the length of his dick as he could. Even in the dim light, Espen
could see Nigel's eyes tearing up as he struggled to breathe. It only
lasted a few seconds though. The Hufflepuff finally released his grip of
Nigel's head and Nigel was left gasping for air.

"That was awesome, Nigel. Give George a thank you from me, alright?" the
Hufflepuff winked at Nigel as he zipped up his trousers again.

"Sure Danny. So you're in?" Nigel said as he got up on his feet and dusted
off his own trousers.

"You bet I am."

Finally, Nigel and the Hufflepuff quietly snuck out the way they entered
and left Espen alone in the dark with his mind, still in uproar from what
he'd seen and heard. His mouth felt very dry as he thought over what the
Hufflepuff had said before he zipped up his pants. "Give George a thank you
from me, alright?" and then the look on Nigel's face... Espen didn't even
notice that he'd reached the top pf the stairs and leaned into the hidden
door, staring into the darkness. His mind was so in shock that he hadn't
even noticed how hard and throbbing his own dick was and that he'd already
grabbed hold of it with his own hand. With a small sigh, he started to wank
himself. Slowly at first, but increasing the speed as he felt himself come
closer to his release. Maybe the dark led his other senses to become more
potent, but he could swear that he could hear the cum spray out from his
dick and left echoes as the drops landed on the cold stone floor.

Weak in his knees, Espen slid all the way down the wall and sat there for a
minute or two. His mind drifted over to Nigel again, and what he'd done!
He's taken the Hufflepuff prefect's dick into his mouth and apparently, the
Hufflepuff has shot his cum, all of it, down his throat! This was all new
to Espen and he reminded himself to ask the one and only expert he knew on
the subject of wanking and cum; Nathan.

Espen left the dark secret passage behind and ventured into the light
corridors, thinking that he should head over to the dormitories to see if
Nathan was there, when he rounded a corner and saw Dennis at the end of the
corridor. He smiled to someone Espen couldn't see. Espen started to walk
closer to get a better look, when this someone stepped into view. A girl
their own age walked closer to Dennis, grabbed his hands and leaned in
close... and they kissed.

Espen stopped dead in his tracks. It felt like his stomach had been filled
with bricks. Slowly, Espen backed around the corner again and walked in the
opposite direction. Espen didn't know how long he walked around the castle,
but when he finally came back to the Gryffindor common room, his feet was
aching. He walked up the stairs and into the dormitory and found the other
five first years asleep. He walked past the five post beds and sank into
his own. He turned over to his side and looked at the body in the next
bed. Dennis was sound asleep, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with
his deep breaths. Why hadn't he told Espen about the girl?