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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?