Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 17:04:06 -0700 From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com> Subject: My Friend Thinks Hes Harry Potter I met him at the release of "The Order of the Phoenix." I asked my dad if I was too old for Harry Potter (I'm 15). "Do you like it?" he asked me. Duh. "Yeah." "Then your not too old." But when we got there at 11:00 at night to wait for the books at midnight, I again felt I might be too old. Most of the kids, and there were a lot of them, were like 11 and 12. I did like the books, but felt a little silly with the little kids. There were lots of kids and even some adults dressed up like people in the movie. There was one kid all dressed up in a hat, cape and Harry Potter clothes that was tall. Tall enough to be older. I make my way to hang with him. We still got almost an hour to wait. "Hi," I start. "Greetings muggle." He looks at me. "I'm not a muggle," I say, acting offending and playing along with him. "Oh, terrible sorry. But your muggle disguise fooled me." "Thank you, Harry, it fools a lot of people. Can't be to careful these days." This is fun. I'm already glad I came. "Where are you from?" "Privet Street of course." Yes, of course. "No, I mean in real life what school do you go to." "Well, when I'm pretending to be a muggle I go to Wilson High School. I'm a freshman there." "Cool, that's where I go to. Uh, when I'm pretending to be a muggle. I'm a sophomore." Funny, I never noticed him before. I guess he doesn't wear his Harry Potter stuff to school. His real life name is Jacob, but he only wants to be called Harry. I tell him my name. We talk for a little bit changing back and forth from being Harry and Ron, to being Jacob and Johnny. I notice he has each one of his fingernails painted a different color. Cool. They let us in and we lose each other in the crowd. I read until 4 in the morning when I fall asleep. I get to chapter 10 over the weekend. I look for Jacob in school, but don't see him. After school, I see him outside, sitting on the grass reading the book. Looks like he's halfway through it already. "Hi Harry," I say sitting next to him. "You've read a lot." "Yeah, this is great. The best book so far. Where are you?" I tell him. "Oh man, just wait until...just wait." We exchange phone numbers and email address. By Friday, he has finished the book. I'm still reading it. He invites me over to his house to spend the night Friday night. When my mom drops me off, he is dressed up again in his Potter clothes. Looks cool. He has a Harry Potter trivia game. He kills me. I mean, I thought I was into it. Compared to him, I knew nothing. We race Quidditch on his Playstation 2. He kills me there too. At about 11 we make our way to his room. He has bunk beds. "What do you usually sleep in Harry?" "My bed of course." "I mean, what clothes." "Usually? Usually I sleep in my underwear, but when I have a guest, I sleep in pajamas." "Is it ok if I sleep in my underwear, I don't have pajamas." "Sure Ron. Or you can borrow some of mine." "Underwear is cool with me, if it's cool with you." I am stripping and so his he. He strips down to his white briefs, then puts his Potter cape back on. He looks cool wearing the cape in his underwear. I have boring boxers, with nothing cool on them. I think I would like some Harry Potter boxers. We sit on the floor and play the Harry Potter card game for a while. "I'm thirsty, want something to drink?" he asks me. "Yeah, but won't your parents think we're weird going to the kitchen in our underwear?" "Ron, my magic friend, my parents already think I'm weird. If I went to the kitchen naked with orange feathers all over me, they wouldn't be surprised." I would sure like to see him naked, with or without feathers. He's cute. Oh my god, did I just say that? Yeah, well, I think I might be gay. I've never done anything, but I jackoff mostly thinking about boys, not girls. We get Sunny D's, chug them and go back to his room. The house is dark, so I guess he parents are already asleep. "Dude, I like your fingernails. That looks so cool." "Thank you. It increases my magic." "Really?" I say playing along. "Will you do mine?" "As one wizard, helping another. I would be happy to." I follow him into his bathroom. I sit on the edge of the tub, he sits on the lid of the toilet. As he does my nails, he is holding my hand. I have never held hands with a guy before. I like it. It starts to give me a boner. He notices it but doesn't say anything at first. After he finishes my last fingernail he says "Looks like you brought your magic wand with you," Pointing to my boner. That's one bad thing about boxers, you can't hide a boner. I grab it. "Yes, I think it is important to always be prepared." We both laugh. As he puts away all the fingernail polishes I say "I bet you an entire bag Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans that my magic wand is bigger than yours. He looks at me funny. "Why Ron, I didn't know you were so sick and perverted." Oh shit, I went to far. "But I love it. Yes, shall we see who has the most power." Whew, he wants to compare too. I start to pull mine out. "No, no, not here back into my room." He puts a chair up against his bedroom door and pretends to put a spell on it. "That will keep the muggles out," he says. He has his hand in his briefs. I already have a boner and am just waiting for him. "Ready?" he says. I nod. He pulls his down. I pull my down. We stand there looking at each others. I like his. He has light brown hair down there and his boner leans to the left a little. He steps closer to me. I pull my dick down, so we can see them side by side. Mine is ½ inch bigger. "Looks like you need a new wand," I tease him. "Perhaps. But perhaps my wand has more power in it than yours. Bigger doesn't mean better." More power? "Shall we see who has the most magic in their wand?" I think that means lets jackoff. "Of course, Harry." Hehe. We sit on his bed, our backs against the wall and go for it. He gets intense. He gets so into I stop doing mine and watch him. He eyes are closed. He has his right hand just pounding away at it, while his left hand squeezes his balls. His legs are in constant motion and me moans. I think he has forgotten I am here. He has forgotten that the entire muggle world exists. He is in his own Potter world now, centered around his dick. I can't stop starring at him. He tenses up and lets it explode. He is pointing his dick in the air, so I see the first sperms shoot like a foot in the air before landing on his belly. He shoots another, and another, lessening with intensity. He shows down and jacks out the last of his magic. He comes back to earth. He looks at me smiling. "I have lots of magic in my wand." Yeah, no shit. He looks at me. "Your wand is broken?" he asks. Oh, yeah I was supposed to be jacking off to. I begin. "No, it works fine." He waits to clean his, so I can enjoy mine. I try to get into it, but his totally distracted me. I finally shoot. He looks at my sperm and his. "I believe I have proven my power," he says as he cleans up with a sock and hands me one. Yeah, he sure beat me. I love Harry Potter.