Harry Potter & the Wand Triangle---Prequel
(Note: As I said for the first story, I mean no disrespect to J. K. Rowling, her Harry Potter series, or her fans by writing this story. I have no intention of stealing her copyrighted work; this is just for fun and I hope I don't offend anyone by writing it. Once again, I'm using the characters created by Rowling but the story line is mine. The characters are still based on the physical characteristics of the individuals who play the parts in the movie series. As a prequel, this story is before even the first Harry Potter book/movie. The boy character is only ten. With that in mind, if you like what you read here, let me know benwink19@yahoo.com if you're not supposed to be here or you don't like this sort of reading material, please find another website.This story includes father/son relations.)
Draco had grown accustomed to his father watching him in the bath tub several years ago. In fact, he couldn't remember a time when he had bathed alone. At first, he had been a little embarrassed to be naked in front of his father but that soon changed after he was reasurred that he had nothing to be ashamed of and nothing his father hadn't seen already. Now, Draco was quite confident in his nudity as he takes his baths and talks casually while his father sits on the toilet lid to listen. It is in such a scene that our story begins; Draco is about to undress and he's talking while his father listens. They are in the bath room. Of course, now that Draco is almost 10, his father feels it's time to share with him a few things he learned about a different wand when he was about Draco's age.
"Draco, could I interrupt you for a minute? I think it's time to talk to you about something."
"What is it, Dad?" Draco suddenly forgot about his story he was so wrapped up in before; he could tell by his father's tone of voice that it was something serious. He didn't stop undressing though; while his father continued, he took off his shirt.
"I think it's time for me to teach you about your body and how good it can make you feel. I learned when I was about your and I think you're ready to learn, too. Would you like to?" As he talked, he reached over to Draco, put his hands on his waist, and pulled him toward the interior of his spread legs. Draco was facing him with a confused look on his face.
"You mean my wiener?!" Draco had pulled at himself a couple of times but it hurt more than it felt good and he was surprised that his father was suggesting such a thing. "I tried that once and I didn't like it very much."
"That's probably because you were doing it wrong. Daddy will show you how to do it so that it makes you feel good. You want me to?"
"I guess so but it better actually feel good." Draco decided maybe it was worth a try. He now continued to undress; he had paused briefly when his father had brought this new idea up. He had just undid the button and unzipped his pants. Presently, he pulled them down.
"Would you like some help taking down those cute litte briefs?" Draco's father already had his hands on his son's hips and saw no reason why he shouldn't be allowed to help his young son get naked for his bath.
"Dad, I'm almost ten; they're not `cute little briefs', they're underwear. But I guess I don't mind if you want to take them down." He suddenly sounded like the parent reprimanding a child and his tone of voice surprised his father a little.
"Well, now. Looks like my little boy is growing up." As he spoke, he slid his son's briefs down to the floor and Draco stepped out of them and his pants at the same time. He said that remark in response to not only his son's sudden attitude but also the "wand" he saw poking towards him from his son's smooth naked body. He had nothing to compare it with but in his mind it was bigger than other ten-year-old boys simply because Draco was his son.
"Daddy!" Draco blushed as he realised his naked crotch was very close to his father's face, much closer than it had ever been before. Not only that, but his father was looking at it in a very hungry fashion and reaching for it. He moved his hips back away from his father's face but made no attempt to hide himself or actually step back.
"What? If you want me to show how you how to use your wiener, you have to let me touch it. I promise you it won't hurt. You do trust me, don't you?"
"Sorry, Dad, I just didn't know what you were going to do. Yeah, I trust you. What are you going to do?" Draco put on his serious maturity again, even if he was fairly young.
"You just stand still and let me take care of it. In fact, maybe you should sit on the toilet and I'll stand; it will be easier that way." Draco's father stood and switched places with his naked son. "Now just relax and I'll do everything. I hope you enjoy it." With a nod of Draco's head as a sign of understanding, he gently pinched Draco's little organ with his right index finger and thumb. After a little bit of rubbing, the organ inflated and Draco gave out a little sigh.
"You're right, Daddy, it does feel good. I guess I WAS doing it wrong before. Keep doing it, Daddy, don't stop." Now that he understood how good it was supposed to feel, Draco had no intention of letting his father stop.
"Tell me when it tickles too much and I'll stop. Don't worry, you'll know what I mean when you feel it." He felt it necessary to explain after he saw Draco's face shadow with worry when he heard about it tickling to much. Part of that shadow was also caused by the fact that this good feeling would inevitably have to end.
Since he was so young, Draco didn't take long to tell his father that "it tickles too much, daddy." Promptly, his father let go of him with a smile at having given his son such obvious pleasure.
"Now, do you want to try it for yourself? That way, you won't have to have me around all the time to do it for you. What do you think?"
"Okay but in a minute. My wiener still tickles a lot. I want to take my bath now; is that okay?" Draco stepped away from his father and toward the tub.
"Sure, son. You can always play with yourself in the tub. Go ahead, get in."
Draco stepped into the tub, turning his back on his father. He didn't realize that he was being admired and that his father had a wand that was reacting to the sight of his backside. He sat down and turned to his father. He began to talk about his story again as if nothing had happened between them. Once again, though, he was interrupted.
"How's your wiener now, son? Is it still tickly?" Draco's father wanted to show his son one of the greatest joys of being a boy and, truth be told, had no interest in Draco's story. (for the time being.)
"I think it's ready." Draco looked down at his crotch and absent-mindedly began to fiddle with his little organ. "Yeah, it doesn't tickle anymore. What should I do again?" Draco said 'again' even though his father hadn't shown him what to do yet.
"Well, hold on a minute. I think it's actually better if I just show you. You mind if I get in with you? It'll be easier that way."
"Sure, I don't care. I wanna learn how to do this so I can do it all the time."
"That's my boy. All right, just wait a second." Draco's father was undressed within one minute and next to his naked son within the next. Draco couldn't help noticing how big his father's organ was and caught himself looking at it shamelessly. "Don't worry, at the rate you're growing already, yours will be bigger." Draco blushed. "Now, take your wiener in your right hand like this and then just pump your hand back and forth. Simple, right?" Draco's father proved to be a decent teacher, even if his lesson material was such that every boy could figure it out on his own. Draco did as he was instructed and soon gave a sigh similar to the one he gave when his father had first touched him. The fact that his father was right next to him, naked, and doing the same thing made it very exciting. Soon, though, his organ became too ticklish so he stopped. With nothing to do now, he turned his attention to his father, who was still pumping away. Draco was very
surprised to see some white gooey stuff suddenly shoot out and mix in the bath water. His father was quite breathless and took a moment to catch his breath before he explained away Draco's confused face.
"Draco, son, that's the stuff that helps makes babies. You'll have the same thing happen to you when you get a little older and it will feel a lot better when it does. I don't care if you continue to play with yourself or even if you wanna play with some of your friends. All I ask is that you clean up your mess when you're old enough to make one. Fair enough?"
"When will that be, Daddy?" Draco was anxious to shoot gooey stuff too.
"Give yourself at least two years. But in the meantime, enjoy your wiener anyway and if your friends want to let you, enjoy theirs too. I know I did when I was your age. Well, I'll let you finish your bath alone. I need to go to bed. Good night." Draco's father stood up and put on foot outside the bath tub. Before he could do the same with the other, Draco stopped him with a hug.
"I love you daddy. Thanks for showing me about my wiener. I really really like it."
"I'm glad, son. See? I told you it wouldn't hurt. Good night now and don't play with your wiener too much." His father stepped the rest of the way out of the tub and began to dry himself off.
"You think I could play with it too much? What if it gets broken or something?" Draco's young innocence made his father smile.
"No, son. You could play with it all day, everyday, and nothing would happen. I was just kidding. Good night." He wrapped a towel around his waist and left without another word but with a smile on his face.
Draco looked down at his crotch and, realizing he was alone and that his wiener wasn't ticklish anymore, began to play with it again.
I can't wait to show my friends, he thought to himself.
To be continued.......