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Under the stairs
Poor Harry Potter was forced to live under the stairs at the Dursleys. They often locked him in and made his life miserable. Growing up I fancied the idea of living under the staircase. The convent high school I attended was built at the start of the twentieth century and had been declared a national monument. It had many secret basements and attics, and it also had a little room under a staircase. Someone had left the key in the door one day and, don’t tell anyone, I took it. I kept it in my pencil case and planned to explore the room when there weren’t people around.
It was late one Friday afternoon after a chess match against a rival Catholic school that stole a moment to explore the room. I opened the door and quickly closed it behind me. I latched the door and pulled the string light switch. There were old vestments on the floor and some books on a shelf. It smelled musty and it was dusty. I flipped through the pile of magazines and discovered a porn magazine, a gay porn magazine. I heard about these magazines but had never seen one. The cover had two twinks next to each other both with erections and amazing dicks. The one had his arm around the other, I got hard just staring at the cover. I flipped through and saw pictures of bow jobs, anal shots, and twinks having sex. There were two feature-type stories one set in a mechanic shop and another in a locker room.
I pulled out my dick and started to slowly move my hand up and down. I kept my eyes on the images and moved faster. It wasn’t long before my balls pulled up and I got that incredible feeling. My dick throbbed and I shot strings of cum which landed on the vestments. I didn’t want any spunk to end up on the magazine. I pulled my pants up and tightened my belt. I looked in the little mirror and tidied up my hair. I carefully put the magazine back where I found it and switched off the light locked the door and kept the key. I fancied having a room under the stairs.
I only got to return to the room under the stairs a week later. Our chess tournament had been cancelled, and I was dying to see the magazine again. As soon as there was no one around I opened the door, switched on the light, latched the door, and found the magazine. I was hard before I even opened the magazine, and I paged through more deliberately. I wasn’t in a hurry. I pulled down my pants and sat on a small chair with my legs stretched out straight, clenching my arse muscles. I slowly wanked while I paged through the magazine. These twinks were so good-looking. I stopped at a photograph of a guy who looked like Jeremy in my class. I had a crush on him. I wanked imagining I was with him, and my dick grew harder, and I felt that satisfying feeling and shot onto the vestments again.
A few days later school finished early, and both Jeremy and I were being picked up late. I asked him if he wanted to see my secret place under the stairs. I took my key, opened the door, and pulled this tall blond boy in quickly. I switched on the light and showed him around the small room. We spoke in whispers, and I showed him the magazine. He wanted to know where I got it, and I told him I found it under the pile of magazines. He said that he never knew you even got magazines like this. He had seen this kind of thing online and it excited him. I told him that I wanked using this magazine, and he said that would be fun. He dropped his pants and began to wank while we paged through. It was great to get a glimpse of his stuff. I dropped my pants too and wanked while we turned the pages. I wanted to touch his dick, but that would be going too far. I was satisfied just to get a glimpse of his dick. Jeremy shot off first and I followed, he was breathing fast, and he said that this was a lot of fun and said we should do it again.