The First Night

Disclaimer: Contains scenes of masturbation involving a minor, if you don’t think you’ll like it then go back.
I do not own any of the characters or places mentioned.

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Harry lay in bed, confused about the feelings rushing through him. He felt…excited and nervous and awestruck. He understood these; after all he had just finished his first day at Hogwarts. He was eleven years old and now had a whole new life ahead of him. He’d never been so happy. But there was something else, something that had been sitting at the back of his mind for a while, ever since he had met Malfoy earlier that day. He had disliked the guy as soon as he spoke to him, obnoxious prat that he was. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about him? He just couldn’t understand this weird feeling; it was new and alien to him. When ever he though about Malfoy he got a funny feeling in his stomach and his…why was his cock getting hard? He never really knew why it did that, he kinda knew that it had something to do with girls though. So why was it getting hard when he was thinking about a boy? He wondered if Malfoy’s cock ever got hard, maybe it was right now. He wondered what it was like, did it look like his own, pretty small and hairless? He guessed it would grow with the rest of him anyway. Or was it bigger with the hairs some boys were supposed to have? He would like to see Malfoys cock, just to answer these questions, maybe touch it and see if the skin was as smooth as his own. He wondered if Malfoy could pull the skin back over the head, something Harry done sometimes because it felt so good.


He never really noticed that his hand was wandering downwards. He gasped as it made contact with his hardon, unprepared for the sensation. He touched himself again, lightly. He slid his foreskin back, exposing the pink head of his cock. He played with it for a while, sliding it back then pushing it forward to cover the head again. It felt better than it normally did, maybe because he was thinking about Malfoy. He tightened his grip a little, wrapping his fingers around his length, almost hiding it completely. He moved his whole hand up and down, rubbing his entire cock. It felt so good, and it just kept getting better. The feeling in his cock got more intense, he moved his hand faster and it got even better. The pleasure kept building; he never wanted it to stop. He couldn’t begin to describe what he felt in his cock. Every time his hand passed the head it felt so good that it almost hurt. He had no idea his cock was so sensitive. Surely nothing could be better than this. Then it happened, there was a rush of amazing feelings, waves of ecstasy spread from his cock through his whole body. It was the greatest feeling he had ever experienced. He fought back a scream, not wanting to wake the other boys in the room. It wasn’t easy. His back arched, the power of this lifting him off the bed. As the rush died down, Harry could only lie back, gasping for breath. He would be doing that again.

He still thought about that night sometimes, the night of his first unforgettable orgasm. If only he’d been old enough to ejaculate, that would have been great.


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Should I continue this, I can't decide.