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Chapter 4. The M word.

Harry was worried the rest of his roomates would notice the mess he'd just made, so he grabbed his wand and used a cleaning charm, without examining the white sticky stuff. What the hell was wrong with him? Was it because he had had a dream of a naked Oliver?

Oliver had had a lot of trouble catching Harry's eye again, he was really embarrased about the whole thing; and Harry was to curious too. He had been wondering why had he made that mess when he had that dream about Oliver, and he had been wondering why Ron, and now Oliver, liked to masturbate.

Harry stayed behind after one quidditch practice deciding to resolve things to Oliver, besides it was getting harder to come down to practice with all the security measures in place, so he decided time was ripe now, otherwise he'd lose his chance.

After everyone had cleared up Harry stayed, just as plan. And just as plan Oliver came in, the last one, like always. Harry watched him undress, and waited until he was completely naked; that was when he made himself seen.

"Oliver?" said Harry with a feeble voice.

"Harry!"said Oliver surprised "I thought you'd left"

There was a clear tone of awkwardness in his voice, his hands had reached for the towel trying to make himself more decent.

"Hey Oliver about the other day..."

"Oh yeah that"said Oliver clearly uncomfortable, blushing.

"Yeah listen, I know about you know, masturbation" said Harry trying to sound a bit knowledgeable.

"Call it wanking, Harry, it's more colloquial that way"

"Right"said Harry now blushing himself "Anyway, I just you know, I had this dream, after that day, about you"

"What kind of dream?"said Oliver raising his eyebrows.

"Well it was about you, wanking"said Harry blushing violently.

"Oh okay"said Oliver, this had clearly struck him as a surprise.

"And after that, well, I woke up and I had this white sticky thing"

"You came?"

"I what?"

"You came, it means you ejaculated, you know, release the patronus, yank the dragon"

"I guess"

"Hey don't worry, it happens to everyone" said Oliver sitting on a bench "They're called wet dreams, and you'll have them, it's normal"

"Is there a way to not have them?" asked Harry sitting next to Oliver.

"Well, wanking"said Oliver. "Have you never wanked before?"

"No"said Harry "Will you help me?"

Oliver let a little laugh "No, I think the first time you should do it when you're ready and comfortable, when you've done it come and see me"

"Will you wank now?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because, you're well, hard"said Harry pointing at Oliver's bulge.

"Well yeah but you're here so I can't"

"I'll leave you to it then"said Harry with a grin, standing up and walking away.

Yet Harry wasn't going to give up, when he was out of sight he donned his Invisibility Cloak and returned. Trying to be as quiet as possible he aproached Oliver trying to see if he really was going to wank. Oliver was rubbing his feet, still seating, towel still around him. Then Oliver turned, making sure he was alone, with the exception of invisible Harry; he stood up and took off his towel. Oliver stood naked with an erection in front of an invisible Harry. Harry's eyes traced the line of hair that went through Oliver's belly down to a full brown bush of pubes, surrounding a well sized penis.

Oliver laid down on the bench, legs spread apart, his left hand caressing his body, his right slowly stroking the lenght of his penis. Harry was as hard as he could be, he aproached Oliver, who seemed to be really enjoying whatever he was doing. Oliver's right hand started to speed up, his whole body pumping, his breathing getting heavier. Harry's own breathing became heavier as he watch Oliver pump his hips at the speed of his hand. Suddendly with a groan, Oliver's whole body seemed to stiffen up, and four ropes of white sticky stuff shoot out, some landing on Oliver's chest.

As Oliver lay there panting, so did Harry, standing hidden under the cloak. Hormones at a high, dick at its hardest, and heart beating out of his body, Harry quietly left, breaking into a run out of the locker rooms and into the castle. As soon as he saw the first open broom cupboard he went in and locked himself up.

Trembling, and unabling to control it any longer, he took his pants off, then his underwear, his fist starting pumping his now red and hard penis, trying to imitate the movements he'd just witnessed. Yet he had reached a boiling point even before he took his pants, all the energy he'd been getting, all the tension, went and released itself now. Without knowing it Harry felt a tension building in his groin, a shock of pleasure going through his body and soon his whole back was arched and a glob of white sticky stuff came out of Harry's penis landing on one of the brooms there.

Harry, sweating and trembling, put his clothes back on, and still panting looked at the white stuff now dribbling all over the nearest broom. Smiling at what he'd just done, he left the broom cupboard checking nobody was watching and went dashing to the Gryffindor common room.