Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2005 13:26:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Nifty Author <kr0nikles@yahoo.com>
Subject: Magical-Friends #1

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.

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It had been a long, satisfying day at Hogwarts for the first-year students. Quidditch
practice had gone well, Peeves seemed less of a nuisance than usual, even Snape
was in somewhat less of a foul mood. The kids had gathered in the Common
Room to shoot the breeze for a short time, when they decided it was time to pack
it in for the day. They bade Hermione and the others good-night, and trundled up
the steps to the boys' chambers. It was a chilly night, so they all undressed quickly
and climbed into bed, drawing their curtains.

Harry lay on his back and idly rubbed his crotch, letting his mind drift lazily
between reality and fantasy. He soon felt his young penis lengthen and harden
under his touch. Harry was just beginning to grow, and he could tell that it was
just a little longer that it had been last week. "About time," he thought pleasantly
and a little impatiently, "it's been the same 3 and a half inches forever." (Forever
meaning since last year when he first discovered how to masturbate while pent up
in that closet under the Dursley's stairs.He hadn't been particularly aware of his
body or its dimensions before then.) He rubbed himself gently and slowly,
knowing that there was no need to rush. He wouldn't be interrupted.

In the next bed, Ron rolled over onto his stomach. His erection, nearly man-sized
by now, was pointing toward his navel, and pressing into the mattress. He began a
rhythmic undulation of his pelvis, producing a delightful sensation in his rigid
penis from the friction against the bed, coupled with the pleasurable contractions
of his abdominal muscles and those in his butt and thighs. The friction of his
humping action produced the slightest bit of sound, combined with a barely
audible creaking of the bed springs. Ron ignored the noise, believing it was too
quiet for anyone to detect; and anyway, as the intensity of his pleasure increased,
he became less and less aware of his surroundings.

Harry, however, was well aware of what was going on behind Ron's drawn
curtains.  He altered the speed of his own stroking to synchronize with the sound
of Ron's bodily motions. He filled his mind with a picture of his friend in the
neighboring bed, imagining the waves of pleasure he knew his muscular friend
was experiencing. He could see Ron on his stomach, his pillow drawn under his
chest, and his body going through the motions of simulated intercourse.

Ron loved this technique. He frequently used other, more common ways of
relieving his sexual tensions of course, but this method was his favorite. It
provided an overall pleasure, unlike the more manual styles, because it involved
of all his muscles. He also believed that his masturbation sessions could go
undetected when he did it like this, because it was so slow and so quiet.

Little did he know that his pal in the next bed was acutely aware of his actions,
and was deriving his own deep satisfaction from that awareness. Harry listened to
every clue, and allowed his mind to leave his own body and enter that of Ron's.
As Harry stimulated himself, he imagined the sensations Ron was producing, and
allowed himself to actually become Ron in his own mind

The strength of Ron's contractions increased as the electric waves of pleasure
gradually escalated through his body. His breathing intensified, as did the sounds
of friction on the bed; signaling to Harry that there were just a few seconds left
before the ultimate moment. Ron felt his toes clench, and sparks begin to ignite in
his balls, and fly to that secret place just inside his butt. He gripped the sides of
the pillow more tightly, pumped the mattress ever so firmly, breathed a little
harder, and let his conscious mind swirl away as wave after wave of ecstasy and
climactic pulsations completely took him over.

As Harry heard Ron's tension build, he knew Ron's orgasm was just beyond the
horizon and approaching rapidly. He slightly increased the pressure of his hand
upon his own penis. He didn't really have to change much, since his mind was
already doing all the work for him - imagining himself inside Ron's body - his
own sensations keeping pace with Ron's, until Harry's own body was also
engulfed by a flood of electric pleasure. He came simultaneously with his best
friend.

Both boys relaxed. Their dizziness subsided. Their breathing became deep and
less intense, their minds clearing. Ron had shot a load into the sheets. He didn't
want to sleep in the mess, so he reached under his pillow for his wand, and lifting
his body slightly, whispered "Immaculata." Harry grinned as he heard his pal clean
up, since he would certainly be using that same charm in the very near future.  At
his age, Harry was still not producing any seminal fluid, though he knew the time
was not far off.

Ron drifted into a comfortable sleep and soon was snoring ever so gently. Harry
very nearly did the same thing, when his sensitive ears picked up on another faint
sound. He could just barely detect Neville taking short, shallow gasping breaths,
trying his best not to be heard. Neville was the shy one, the youngest and smallest
of the three.

Neville was on his back behind his own curtains, and had silently pulled his body
up into a sort of fetal position. His knees were about up to his shoulders, and his
feet were sticking up toward the ceiling. His right arm was wrapped around his
right leg, reaching down into his genital area. His left hand was stretched out on
the mattress for balance, as well as to help keep himself as motionless as possible.
His right hand was balled into a fist, but he was not gripping his penis with it.
Rather, he used his knuckles to press on the underside of his  little pecker, and by
rapidly rotating his wrist, was able to produce a pleasant vibrating motion. The
only clue as to what was going on in Neville's bed was his shallow gasping
breathing pattern.

No way did he want his roommates to catch him whacking off. Though he hadn't
been tuned in to Ron and Harry's actions a few moments ago (he thought he was
the only boy who did it), he had waited until it sounded like the others had fallen
asleep, so it would be safe for him to perform his recently-discovered pastime.
Neville was rapidly becoming addicted to masturbation.

Harry listened intently, not wanting to move a muscle because any slight sound he
made would not only obscure what he was trying to hear from Neville's side, but
might spook Neville and cause him to stop. He couldn't suppress another grin as
he heard Neville's gasping breath become harsher, ending with three deep
whooshes as he exhaled all the pent-up energy at the culmination of his boyish
orgasm. Neville's breathing soon became normal, but it didn't sound as though he
had dropped off to sleep.  Ron was still snoozing comfortably.

Hearing Neville climax, and having had some time to recover from his first
orgasm, Harry found himself highly aroused once again, both  physically and
mentally. He spat a glob of saliva into his hand, and wrapped his hand lovingly
round his stiffening pecker. He stroked it up and down, with long full caresses
made possible by the lubrication. It made a bit of a squishing sound. He allowed
himself to breathe audibly, expecting Neville to hear him, and to figure out what
Harry was doing. He deliberately hurried the process so as to not give Neville time
to doubt what was happening.

Neville had no trouble hearing the commotion coming from Harry's curtained bed.
He was fascinated as he listened to Harry's excited breathing and rhythmic sounds.
Harry wasn't being loud, but he certainly wasn't being quiet either.

Neville's mind was racing. Could Harry have heard him while he masturbated? He
doubted it. He had certainly taken precautions to be silent, and protect his secret.
He would have been just devastated if the other boys caught him doing it. If Harry
hadn't heard him, did he think Neville couldn't hear him now? Maybe that was it.
No, that didn't make much sense either. Harry's actions were too audible to be
ignored.  Neville was certain of what Harry was doing - and that Harry was
willing to be overheard. There was simply no other explanation - he finally
decided that Harry must have known what Neville did, and wanted to let Neville
hear him while he jerked off; in order to let Neville know it was okay. Other boys
do it too. He listened with his mouth agape, following Harry's actions in his
mind's eye.

Harry continued stroking, breathing harder and faster, until he climaxed in his
second pulsing, throbbing orgasm of the evening. He threw in a few ecstatic
moans for good measure, and let out a pronounced whoosh at the end just as
Neville had, suppressing the urge to laugh because he was so certain Neville was
hanging on every sound. It excited him to know that Neville was following his
actions.

Neville nearly fainted away when he realized Harry was having a climax right
there in the next bed, and deliberately allowed him to witness it. Harry's forceful
exhalation at the end sealed the deal, and Neville was utterly helpless. His head
was swimming. He hadn't moved from his former position; and was so highly
aroused from listening to Harry, that he couldn't stop himself. He started rotating
his wrist as before, and came a second time almost immediately. Another twenty
seconds passed, and he quickly rubbed it again, bringing about a third climax,
Finally that third orgasm provided Neville with some much-needed relief. Even
though his little penis remained totally erect, he relaxed, stretched his legs out and
rolled onto his side and made himself comfortable, He fell asleep eventually,  his
mind still swirling, and not making total sense just yet.

Although Neville made less noise and was a good deal faster than the first time,
Harry knew precisely what was happening. He smiled to himself and realized he
had a sort of control over people he'd never thought about before. He had wanted
to break the ice with the shy boy without embarrassing him, and he felt he had
done the job. He started planning his moves for the next evening. Toying with the
possibilities, he let himself slide into a luxurious sleep.