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      Published: 2014-08-30 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 4176
****** Cum Once, Cum Twice ******
by JadeFalcon
Summary
     Harry remembers back to when he and Ron shared a very intimate
     experience. It is one which millions of boys before them have
     experienced, and one which they now are familiar with.
      
     WARNING: Story contains underage characters!
Notes
     Author's Notes: This story involves a memory that Harry remembers
     back to in his 3rd Year. This is taken from my other story "Preparing
     Ron" (not yet published as of 8/30/2014). I originally had this story
     in that one, however, it dragged out very long, and wasn't central to
     the plot of "Preparing Ron". So I decided to type it up here instead,
     and remove it from "Preparing Ron". That way, it can take on a life
     of its own without interfering with another plot. This story,
     therefore, is only a minor spin-off of "Preparing Ron" and is not
     related.
     I myself cannot recall ever having experienced a "Wet Dream/Nocturnal
     Emission" (despite media claims, not every boy experiences a WD/NE
     growing up). However, I did have many "show me/I show you"
     experiences similar to this in my teen years. I've used such
     experiences and memories to paint this story of how I think Ron and
     Harry would share such an experience between themselves.
Chapter 1: Ron's Cum
Third Year...
One evening, after dinner, Ron approached Harry in the Gryffindor Common Room.
Harry was sitting on a sofa by the fire, reading the latest edition of
'Quiddich Weekly'. He was lost in an article, when he felt a hand slap his
shoulder. Startled, he looked up at Ron's grinning face.
"Mate, you're not gonna believe what happened to me this morning!" Ron flopped
himself down next to Harry. Harry closed the cover of the magazine and turned
his full attention to his friend.
"What's that?" he asked, curiosity crept into his voice.
Ron looked around briefly, making sure nobody else was listening. He leaned in.
"I think I had a cum!" he said excitedly.
Harry cocked his head; a crooked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "A
'cum'?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"Yeah. You know..." Ron's voice trailed off. "You know..." he finished lamely,
clearly not explaining himself at all. Harry noticed Ron blushing beneath his
freckles.
Harry nodded sagely and smiled. "How do you know it was cum?" Harry felt
himself beginning to blush as well.
Ron seemed to think for a moment. "Well, when I woke up, I felt really good.
And my tummy felt wet. It was sticky and stringy, like glue."
"It sounds like you had a 'Wet Dream'," Harry said. He thought briefly back to
his own first Wet Dream, which had occurred during the summer after his
thirteenth birthday. "Congratulations, Ron!" he beamed at his friend.
Ron grinned. "Thanks! It was a bit messy though." His voice trailed off, and he
stared down at the front of Harry's pajamas. Harry noticed this and followed
Ron's gaze. Once he realized where Ron was looking, he blushed again. He felt
his cock twitch beneath the fabric.
"So you've had one too?" Ron asked. Harry nodded, and went on to explain about
his first Nocturnal Emission. "But now I masturbate, so it doesn't build up."
Ron's ears perked up at this. He had heard that word before: 'masturbate'. "Is
that the same as wanking?" Ron asked Harry.
Harry nodded. "Yes. It's a way of making yourself feel good." Harry paused,
looking down at the front of Ron's pajamas. "You've never done it?" he asked.
Ron looked down and away. "No," he muttered. Harry thought for a moment.
"Want me to show you how?" Harry asked.
Ron's eyebrows raised, and he met Harry's gaze. "Really?"
Harry smiled. "Sure. You'll love it."
Ron bit his bottom lip and looked around him. "Here?"
Harry laughed. Most of the House students were off doing evening events. But
even so, the Common Room didn't provide the best privacy.
"No. Let's go up to the dorm."
Harry rose, and Ron followed him upstairs. By the time Harry reached his bed,
he was trembling with excitement. He drew back the curtains surrounding his
bed, and gestured to Ron. Ron climbed inside, and Harry followed. He closed the
curtains behind him.
Thinking carefully, Harry applied a silencing charm to his curtains; ensuring
that they would not be heard. The curtains themselves were thick enough that
nobody could see through them. After the silencing charm, Harry lit his wand
and hung it upside-down over his bed. The soft light cast a gentle glow over
the two boys.
Ron looked at Harry expectantly. Harry found himself blushing, but wanting to
show himself to his friend. "Normally, I like to be naked when I wank. Is that
okay, Ron?"
Ron nodded, sitting Indian-style towards the foot of the bed. He watched as
Harry unbuttoned his pajama top and slipped the garment off his pale shoulders.
He dropped it over the side of his bed. Ron noticed that Harry's nipples were
hard. They were smaller and darker than Ron's own. The little nubs stuck out
from Harry's chest as his skin became goose-pimpled in the cool air of the
dormitory.
Ron trailed his gaze down Harry's tummy, taking notice of the dusting of hair
that had started to form just beneath Harry's navel. Ron felt his penis begin
to stiffen as Harry untied the string of his pajama bottoms. He pulled them
down and slid them off his legs. Harry was not wearing anything beneath them.
After dropping his pants down with his shirt, he turned to Ron. Harry was
completely nude.
Ron had seen Harry nude before; this wasn't a new experience for him. They both
shared showers with their dorm-mates, so nudity was something that he had
quickly gotten used to when he started at Hogwarts. But Ron had never looked at
Harry as a sexual being before. He had always looked at Harry with a brotherly
sort of affection. And now he found his senses hyperactive and focused-in by
the sight of the beautiful sexual creature before him. Working in a heightened
state of arousal, Ron took note of a small, flat mole on the side of Harry's
neck. It was just to the right of his throat, where his collarbone intersected.
He had never noticed the blemish before. He liked it.
Harry smiled at his friend and leaned back against the pillow that was propped
up at the head of his bed. He stretched out his legs towards Ron; admiring the
feeling of the silk comforter against the skin of his thighs, ass, and back.
Harry purred in pleasure.
Ron's gaze moved down from his chest to the hard cock that stood up proudly
from Harry's crotch. Like Ron, Harry still had his foreskin. And as he watched,
Ron noticed the head of Harry's penis, his glans, poked above the skin of his
shaft. Harry's cock pulsed gently with each beat of his heart. He flexed his
pubococcygeus muscles, and his cock twitched. A small bubble of precum popped
out of his urethra and oozed down his shaft. Harry reached down and caught the
liquid of his arousal with his index finger. Wiping it carefully, he brought
the now-wet finger to his lips. He sucked the digit into his mouth and moaned,
savoring the yummy treat his cock had given him.
Fucking Merlin, Ron thought. His own cock throbbed as he watched the display in
front of him. This was a state of arousal that he had never experienced before.
His rock-hard penis threatened to rip a hole in his pajamas.
Harry noticed his friend's discomfort by the way Ron squirmed on the bed. He
smiled at him. "Take it out, Ron. You don't need to keep it crammed in your
pants." Harry chuckled.
Ron let out a groan as he scrambled to free his aching erection. He tugged his
pajama bottoms down over his ass. His cock popped free and bounced against his
curled tummy. The head of Ron's penis was already free from his foreskin. It
looks very happy, Harry thought with a smile. What a jolly thing!
The skin of Ron's cock was deep pink, and Harry leaned in to study it as Ron
leaned back on his hands. The skin of his shaft had a sparse covering of pin-
prick-sized brown dots. Harry smiled. He really does have freckles everywhere!
he thought to himself. Some of the freckles stretched and paled as Ron's penis
continued to it's full erection. The slit seemed to smile up at Harry, and
moisture soon formed within it. Ron bit his bottom lip as he reached down with
his right hand to spread his urethra open. The moisture soon over-flowed the
slit, and began to ooze down the front of his shaft. The image of a drooling
cherub popped into Harry's head, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from
laughing out loud.
Harry brought his gaze back up to Ron's. "Take your shirt off, mate."
Ron wasted no time at this request. One by one, he worked his way down his top,
exposing the pale skin of his chest as he did. He finally finished with the
last button, and removed the shirt. Like Harry, he dropped the garment over the
side of the bed.
Harry traced his gaze from Ron's eyes down his beautiful chest. Ron's nipples
were wide and very pale. He could just make out the tips as they hardened with
arousal. And his skin! Harry found himself almost moaning with desire at the
sight of the hundreds of freckles that covered Ron's torso. Many were bunched
together around his shoulders, but the spots spread out quite evenly around his
chest and tummy. They gave Ron's skin a mischievous glow.
Harry shifted himself over to his left, and motioned Ron to join him. “Lay down
with your feet up here, towards my head.” Ron moved to obey. “And line up your
hips evenly next to mine.”
When Ron was settled next to Harry, their hips touching, he remained propped up
on his elbows, looking at Harry expectantly. Ron’s cock pulsed gently with his
heartbeat as his body continuously pumped blood into the engorged organ. His
testicles, still devoid of hair, laid against the tops of his thighs, covering
the entrance to his crotch. Harry noticed that they moved occasionally. Each
testicle performed a gentle ballet inside the safety of its skin pouch. Harry
wondered if that was part of the process of making sperm.
“Watch me, Ron,” said Harry, as he turned his attention back to his own body.
His cock was also pulsing gently with the beat of his heart. A line of precum
had dripped off the head of his penis and puddled on the skin of his hip, just
to the upper-left. He wiped it away with a finger, and wrapped his hand around
his penis.
“You want to move the skin over the shaft gently. Like this.” Harry
demonstrated the age-old masturbation technique with his right hand. He moved
the skin of his shaft up and down with the four fingers of his hand, with his
thumb rubbing the top of his shaft. His thumb rubbed its way up to the rim of
his glands and over onto the glands itself. Then his hand sunk back down to
repeat the process.
Up and down. Up and down.
Harry felt his groin quiver in pleasure. It was all he could do to keep his
eyes from rolling back in his head. Instead, he opted to focus his attention on
his friend. Ron was watching him with rapt attention. The blue irises of his
eyes were focused in on Harry’s hand and cock. His breathing was slightly
labored.
“Go on, mate,” Harry insisted gently. Ron nodded and turned his gaze back to
his own excited penis. With his right hand, he grabbed his cock and proceeded
to fly up and down his shaft with an excited vigor. The freckles on Ron’s
cheeks wrapped up around his eyes, and gave them an angry appearance.
He’s too hard on himself, Harry thought. He’s going to tear that beautiful
thing off if he’s not careful.
Harry watched Ron for about a minute. His own hand had stilled its actions on
his shaft, but he still moved his hand around gently, caressing the skin and
enjoying the way his hardness twitched in his grasp.
Ron’s torso flushed bright red with the effort of pleasuring himself. Soon,
Harry had to stop him.
“Mate…Ron, stop!” Ron stopped and looked up at Harry. His eyes looked on the
verge of tears.
Okay. Time to take matters into my own hands. “You’re doing it too hard, mate.
Let me show you how to do it.” Harry sat up and gently pushed Ron back down.
Ron hesitated, but laid back obediently.
“Relax your body, Ron,” Harry murmured. He folded his legs Indian-style and sat
in front of Ron’s hips. Ron’s penis smiled up at him expectantly, as if
anticipating the pleasure that was to come. The skin of his shaft was pink and
raw. Poor thing, thought Harry. Let’s fix that.
Harry brought his right hand up and gently circled Ron’s shaft with his
fingers. Ron moaned at the sudden touch of his friend’s hand. His eyes
fluttered shut.
“You can’t grip it too tightly. You have to be gentle. Don’t grip it any harder
than this.” Harry’s soothing voice reached Ron’s ears, and he nodded. Harry
demonstrated his grasp with his hand. Ron sighed in pleasure.
Harry rested his left hand in Ron’s light dusting of pubic hair, just above his
shaft. He gently massaged the area, running his hand around the pubic base and
onto Ron’s freckled tummy. The skin of his tummy was smooth and soft. Harry
smiled and picked out the freckles that he liked. He traced his fingers over
the spots. Beautiful, thought Harry.
Harry’s hand never let up the gentle rhythm that he had developed on the shaft
of Ron’s penis. He occasionally ran his palm over the tops of Ron’s testicles,
only to sweep his grasp back onto the base of his erection and repeat the
process once more.
I should warn him. “Ron, you’ve never actually experienced an orgasm first-
hand, have you?”
Ron’s eyes opened, and he brought his gaze up to Harry’s. “Umm…no, no I guess I
haven’t.” Ron thought for a moment. “Wait…an ‘organism’?”
Harry laughed out loud at this. “No mate, not an ‘organism’. An ‘orgasm’.
Similar words, but completely different.” Then a thought occurred to Harry.
“Although…your semen contains ‘organisms’. But your semen is the result of an
‘orgasm’.” He smiled down at the confusion on Ron’s face.
Harry laughed again. “Forget it. Look…I just don’t want you to be frightened
when you cum. I remember my first orgasm, and it was a bit frightening.”
Ron was intrigued by this. “Why were you scared, Harry?”
Harry thought back. “Well, because nobody ever told me what an orgasm was, nor
what semen was. So when it happened, it felt very strange, and a whitish fluid
leaked out of my penis. I thought it was broken. I thought there was something
wrong.”
Harry continued. “So I don’t want you to be alarmed at the feelings from your
groin. It’s normal. And so is the semen. It’s white and thick. But thickness
really depends on a lot of factors.”
Harry finished. “But I promise you: you’ll love the feelings. And there’s
nothing to be frightened of. Okay?” Ron smiled slightly and nodded.
Harry focused once more on Ron’s shaft. “At the start of your cum, you might
get the feeling like you really need to pee. But you won’t pee, and it’s not
pee. Just don’t fight it, and let yourself go.” Ron nodded again.
Harry ran his left hand gently along Ron’s tummy, and traced his way up to
Ron’s chest. Harry enjoyed playing with his nipples during masturbation. They
increased his pleasure significantly. It was time to show Ron that too.
Harry’s hand reached Ron’s right nipple, which was closest to him. Harry
studied the nipple briefly, before tracing his index finger around the pale
areolae. Ron moaned and arched his back. Harry smiled at this. He finally
reached the center of the hardened nub, and ran his finger over it. Ron
shivered and smiled. Harry relaxed his hand on Ron’s chest and gently flicked
his nipple with the tip of his index finger and finger nail. Ron hissed in
pleasure. Harry brought his thumb and forefinger together around the tip of
Ron’s nipple and rolled it firmly but gently between his fingers.
“Fuck, Harry!” Ron moaned and thrashed his head from side to side, biting his
lip as he did. With his right hand, Harry could feel Ron’s cock twitch in his
grasp. He continued his ministrations on Ron’s nipple. This time, he plucked
gently at the nipple with his fingers.
Soon, Harry moved over to Ron’s left nipple. Harry’s left nipple was far more
sensitive than his right. He wondered if it was the same way for Ron.
Harry soon found his answer as his index finger reached the swollen nub. Ron
swore loudly and arched his back. His eyes flew open and met Harry’s. His gaze
was full of want and desire. Harry smiled down at him and repeated the same
pattern on Ron’s nipple as he had moments before on his right. Harry felt Ron’s
cock throb once again. But he also felt Ron’s urethra expand beneath the skin
of his shaft. A bubble of precum popped out of Ron’s slit and oozed down the
shaft of his penis. Harry caught the fluid with his fingers and rubbed it into
the shaft. He knew Ron was close.
Ron’s breathing was labored and the skin of his torso flushed brightly beneath
his hundreds of freckles. He moaned slightly. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to
look at Harry.
“Har…Harry,” he panted. “I…something’s happening…” He looked at Harry; his eyes
wide and his gaze wild with arousal.
Harry nodded. “You’re gonna cum, mate. Just let it go. Don’t fight it.” Harry
picked up his pace on Ron’s penis. But he kept his grasp gentle. He focused
down at the tip of Ron’s cock. He watched the slit of his urethra, waiting for
the explosion that all boys long to see.
Ron tried to rise up on his elbows. He wasn’t expecting this. He felt his cock
twitch and soon it was throbbing beyond his control. How? He thought. But that
was as far as his thoughts reached. The feelings got greater and more focused
in his groin. A hard feeling, as if a rubber-band was wrapping over his groin,
became stronger and more pronounced. He collapsed onto his back with a grunt.
His gaze flew up to Harry’s eyes. They were focused on the tip of Ron’s penis.
But as if sensing Ron’s gaze, Harry turned his eyes to meet Ron’s.
And Ron saw. He saw a gaze full of trust and love. Of desire. Of arousal. Of
want. Harry wanted to give this pleasure to Ron. He wanted to make Ron cry out.
To make him cum. And Ron saw all of this in his gaze. But beneath all of those
emotions, there was one that reached out and caressed Ron's heart. It made his
throat clog with barely-restrained emotion.
Trust me.
And just like that, Harry felt Ron’s shaft throb as he reached his point of no
return.
“Watch Ron,” Harry said gently. Ron dragged his eyes to the tip of his cock
with all the strength he could muster.
His cock gave an almighty throb, and the first spurt of cum shot out
forcefully. Ron gave a cry, his back arching as the stream reached the height
of Harry’s nose. Ron’s eyes slammed shut and a rainbow of color exploded behind
his eyelids. His teeth bared in a feral snarl, and his body twitched violently.
The spurt of cum hung in place for a moment before falling back to Ron’s torso.
It landed on Ron’s tummy with a splat, stretching almost to his nipples.
“Ron! Yeah Ron!” Harry moaned, but his voice was drowned out by the cries of
pleasure ripping their way through his friend’s throat in pure animalistic
lust.
Ron’s cock pulsed once again, and his body spasmed violently. A second spurt of
cum pulsed out and arched through the air. The cum connected with the bottom of
Harry’s right cheek and chin. As it did, the rest of the stream splattered
against Harry’s neck and chest, trailing its way down towards Harry’s stomach.
Ron gasped, his eyes flying open and his body heaving once more. His penis
pulsed yet again, and another shot of cum arched out and over his innie belly
button. It splattered on his upper stomach, mixing with the first steam of cum
puddled there. A fourth spurt popped out of Ron’s urethra and pulsed its creamy
fluid in a stream that covered Harry’s stroking right hand.
Ron let out a throaty grunt as he felt the final pulses of his white-hot sperm
ooze out of his urethra to cover Harry’s still-stroking hand. His sperm oozed
its way down Harry’s fingers and puddled at the base of Ron’s cock. His legs
twitched violently once, then trembled.
Harry took in all of this. Fuck, he thought. I have never seen something so hot
in my life! He absolutely loved the feel of Ron’s hot virgin semen. Me. He came
because of me. I did that. I made him shoot his cum. I did. Me!
Finally, Ron’s orgasm died down into barely-contained-shivers. Harry slowed his
stroking hand, and slowly removed his left hand from Ron’s chest. He never
stopped playing with Ron’s nipples during his orgasm. Now, both nubs stood up,
hard, erect, and flushed. As Harry removed his hand from Ron’s chest, he paused
to take in Ron’s hammering heart-beat. It was a feeling that Harry would
cherish for the rest of his life.
Slowly, Ron’s breathing returned to normal, and his sex-flush faded slightly.
His blue eyes fluttered open and met with Harry’s green ones. Both boys smiled,
and said nothing.
Finally, Harry spoke up. “Messy!” He removed his hand from Ron’s cock and
raised it to his face. “You made quite a mess!” He studied Ron’s semen, which
was already cool on Harry’s skin.
Ron laughed and looked down at his torso. Indeed, he had made quite a mess.
Ropes of cum trailed their way across his tummy and chest, meeting near the
hollow of the center of his rib cage. And more cum puddled at the base of his
cock, tangling itself in his sparse red pubic hair. Just as with Harry, Ron
already felt his semen cooling on his bare skin.
Ron looked up at Harry, who still had a cum-covered hand in front of his face.
He blushed as he noticed the spurt of sperm that stained Harry's lower cheek
and chin. He trailed the mess he had made down past Harry's neck and throat and
onto his chest, nearly meeting with one of Harry's nipples. The line of sperm
stopped just short of his tummy.
Harry was studying Ron’s sperm closely. “Just think,” Harry said softly.
“Millions of little sperm cells swimming and dying in this fluid.” He gazed
back at Ron. “You made this, mate. You made this sperm. It’s yours.”
Ron wondered briefly at this solemn explanation. He looked down at his own
torso. He reached a hand up and dipped a finger in the sticky fluid covering
his chest and tummy. He brought a sperm-covered digit to his eyes and examined
it carefully. It was thicker than he expected.
Harry continued studying his friend’s sperm. “It’s pretty thick for a first
cum. That’s a good indication that you’ll have good potency as you get older.”
He sniffed his hand carefully. “Bleachy. That’s normal.”
He turned his attention back to Ron. His voice was soft but firm. “You made
this sperm, Ron. So much life here. Such life-giving fluid. Always cherish it.
Love it. Never take it for granted.”
Ron would never forget what Harry said to him. But it would be another two
years before Ron figured out its meaning. The answer was simple, even if the
explanation was not: Harry had experienced so much death in his time, and had
grown to love anything that gave meaning to life. Sperm, to him, was the
ultimate thing that any man could give of himself to another being to continue
the cycle of life.
After a minute of silently studying Ron’s sperm, and idea occurred to Harry.
Reaching over to his nightstand, he opened a drawer and pulled out a small vial
the size of his palm. Neville had given this crystal vial to him just last
year. It was sealed with a powerful protection spell. It kept whatever was
inside of it fresh forever.
Carefully, Harry gathered each blob of semen that covered his fingers and
brought them to the lip of the vial. With tedious accuracy, he dropped each
blob into the crystal. Ron watched this in silent fascination. Harry eventually
dropped the vial to Ron’s chest, laying the cool crystal near the tip of a
trail of semen. Ron laid back and watched his friend quietly gather his sperm
into the vial. Harry did it with his fingers, careful not to dribble any of the
precious fluid over the vial itself.
Ron allowed him. He felt such peace in the moment. Why bother Harry with
questions? He kept his mouth shut and followed Harry’s movements with his eyes.
After about ten minutes, Harry had gathered what sperm he could into the
crystal vial. He held it up to the light from his hanging wand. The vial was
just over a quarter full. The semen moved around inside gently each time Harry
tipped the vial this way and that.
“I’ll keep it forever, Ron. That is, if that’s okay with you?” Harry looked at
Ron anxiously.
Ron didn’t need to know why. He just smiled, and said “yes.”
-End of chapter 1. Next will be chapter 2: Harry's Cum. Thank you for reading!
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