Chapter 9: Restored

It was a week later.  He was in bed with Colin.  Dean and Dennis had moved to the dorm room on the other side.  Harry and Dean were uncomfortable around each other; and Harry didn't want Dennis around to pester him.  He kept wanting to crawl in bed with Harry and Colin, who slept together every night -- not that they did anything, other than kiss and hug.  What else could they do?

Harry was awakened by a loud "pop" and a strange feeling in his groin.  Thinking that his genitals had fallen off early, he pulled back the sheet to look.  Instead of falling off, they had grown, back to their normal size.  His pubic hair had returned.  He felt under his arms; that hair had, too.

His dobber was hard, throbbing in its arousal.  Apparently, his sex hormones had returned -- with a vengeance.  He felt as he would if he'd had functioning balls the whole time and hadn't relieved himself in any way.  He was horny.  He couldn't remember being so horny.

Realizing that Colin was awake, he looked over at him.  Colin was staring at his penis.  "Mine was never that big," he said.  "I thought you said it was going to fall off."

"It will," said Harry, "but not for a few more months.  The spell Ron used on me was apparently a time dependent one.  It expired, restoring me to normal.  That's why we couldn't find a counter spell for it.  It reverses by itself." 

At least Ron hadn't used a irreversible spell on him.  Now, they couldn't put him in Azkaban.  The spell had no lasting harm -- or had it?  Thinking that it was irreversible, Harry had brewed the potion -- had stuck his genitals into it.  They were normal -- although still bright red -- but would fall off in less than six months.

His first thought was of Ginny.  He had a penis, one she could use; but she had Dean now.  It wouldn't be fair to her if he went to her, talked her into coming back to him, only to have his fall off in a few months.

"Can I touch it?" he heard Colin say.

"All right," said Harry.  Someone was going to have to touch it, or Harry thought he would explode.  If Colin didn't, he would, jacking off in front of the boy.

Colin wrapped his fingers around it.  It throbbed in his hand.  "Like this," said Harry, placing his hand on top of Colin's, moving it back and forth on the shaft of his penis.

It didn't take much.  He'd forgotten how good a climax could feel.  Come spurted from his dobber, way up onto his chest, gobs of come, more than he'd ever ejaculated before, almost a month's worth of come.  He might not have had one of the climaxes Ginny had described, but it was close.  For a moment, the climax was all there was.

"Wha -- what happened?" asked Colin.

"I shot my wad," said Harry.  "I ejaculated.  Don't you know anything?  Didn't you ever jack off?"

"Is that what you just did?"

"Well, you did it for me.  You jacked me off."

"Does it hurt?  You moaned like it did."

"No," said Harry.  "It felt great, better than great.  It felt wonderful." His penis was hard again.  Once wasn't going to be enough.

"I never did it," said Colin.  "I didn't know how.  I heard boys talk about jacking off, but I didn't know how to do it.  No one would ever tell me."

"You could have done it," said Harry, running his fingers through Colin's pubic hair.  If you have hair, you're old enough to do it."

"I guess I won't now," said Colin, crestfallen.

"No, and I won't much longer," said Harry, remembering the potion.

"Why are your dobber and bollocks red?" asked Colin.  "Have they always been that color.  Mine weren't."

"No," said Harry.  I put a potion on them that turned them red.  That's why they're going to fall off, because of the potion." 

He told him about the potion of power, how, not knowing his genitals would be restored, he'd used it, thinking he had nothing to lose.  Now, it was too late.  Nothing would stop them from falling off.

"This is what makes babies?" asked Colin, twirling his forefinger in the spunk pooled on Harry's chest."

"Yes," said Harry.

"And you stick your penis into the girl?" 

"Into her vagina," said Harry.

"Does she like it?"

"Yes," said Harry, remembering. the expression on Ginny's face when both he and Dean had fucked her.

Will you do it to me?" asked Colin.

"You don't have a vagina," said Harry.

"I have a bum.  Can't you use my bum?"

"Are you sure you want me to?"

"Yes, I mean -- boys get arse-fucked, you know.  Someone was always threatening to do it to me -- and I wondered what it would be like," Colin said, launching into his breathless chatter mode.  But suddenly he stopped.  "Uhhh, how do we do it?"

Harry wasn't certain.  He'd never done it that way with Ginny, but he thought he could figure it out.  "Lie on your back," he said, "and raise your legs, up towards your shoulders."
 
When Colin had, Harry used a spell which relaxed Colin's rectal muscles, so he wouldn't hurt him.  THAT much he knew.  He also knew, from hearing phrases like "ass lube" and such in teasing talk, that he was going to have to use some sort of lubrication on Colin -- otherwise, he'd hurt him.  Harry had no idea what to do, magically or otherwise.  Then it came to him -- Ron.

Harry looked in the drawer of Ron's nightstand.  Sure enough, there was a bottle of lubricant  Ron had bought in Zonko's Joke Shoppe.  "Arse Fucking Lube," the label said.  Ron had bought it, saying, "Maybe we can use it on Colin.  "He's a pest, but he does have a cute arse."  Ron had always said that Colin was queer for Harry.

"Ahh," Seamus Finnegan had said, "Yer just gonna use it to wank with." 

Boys could achieve delicious effects, wanking off using the magical effects of their wands, but they all occasionally did it the muggle way -- with their hands.  The use of magic attracted too much attention -- couldn't wank using it in the dorm at night without everyone knowing.

Being raised as a Muggle, and with no sex-ed from the Dursleys, Harry hadn't know how to do either.  The other Griffyndor boys, however, had educated him in the art of magical and manual wanking.

Not sure how much of the arse lube to use and not even knowing for sure that it was genuine -- they had purchased it at Zonko's Joke Shoppe, after all -- Harry stuck  the tip of the bottle to Colin's hole, pushed, inserting the tip into his arse -- and squeezed.  Colin gasped. 

"It's cold!"  Colin squeaked, "It feels funny, but funny in a good way."

Harry stuck a finger into Colin's hole.  It slid in easily, so he stuck in another,  Before long he had three fingers in Colin's hole.  Colin was squirming, but didn't seem to be in pain.  Harry knew, if he could get three fingers in, his cock would certainly fit.  But was it right for him to do it?

  Colin wanted it.  He'd asked Harry to fuck him.  Harry wanted it.  It'd  been a month since he'd boffed Ginny.  And besides, what else could Colin do now that he was a eunuch?  His hole was the only sex organ he had.

It wasn't like Colin was a child.  He was the same age as Ginny.  Looking down, he saw Colin's smooth crotch, lightly covered with sparse blond hair - the sign of a real blond.  Harry's dick throbbed.  By that time, he probably couldn't have stopped.  It'd been too long since he'd made love.

He pressed his penis against Colin's hole.  Without the lube, it might not have gone in, but the lube's magical properties almost sucked his cock into Colin's arse.  The head of his penis slid past Colin's sphincter, followed by the rest of it.  His pubic bone struck the cheeks of Colin's arse.

Harry's cock had slid easily into Colin's hole, but Colin's hole was still tight and hot, really no different from Ginny's cunt. Had he been blindfolded, he probably couldn't have told the difference.  Colin groaned as Harry plunged his dick into his hole.  Harry paused.  "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No --yeah, a little," said Colin, opening his eyes.  "But I like it.  Keep going."  He thrust his arse upward.
 
Harry drove his dick into him, bottoming out, pounding against the cheeks of Colin's arse.  Leaning over, he kissed him, running his tongue over Colin's teeth.  As he pumped, Colin's eyes rolled back and he began to pant.  Colin was having an orgasm!  Realizing that, Harry came, spurting his seed into Colin's bum.  The smaller boy's arse clenched around Harry's cock as he came.

Colin screamed.

Afterward, as they lay in each other's arms.  "I thought I was going to die," said Colin.

"You didn't like it?" asked Harry.

"I loved it," said Colin.  "Let's do it again!"

They did it again -- and again.  Colin didn't come every time, but he did a couple more times.  Harry counted at least ten times that he did, and that didn't count the time Colin had jacked him off.  It had been almost as good as fucking Ginny.  Not quite, but almost.  It had felt good to Harry, but for Colin, who hadn't even known how to wank, it must have been great.  He'd had his first orgasm.  Harry was certain he'd remember it.  He'd never forget his first. 

Wasn't that something? Harry thought.  Colin never had an orgasm until he had lost his cock and his balls.  It was a real orgasm, too.  Spunk, a little watery, but spunk, never-the-less, has seeped from Colin's pee hole.

In the dungeon the next day, Harry concocted a potion that would restore some of the sexual hormones Colin had lost.  Not all of them, certainly and according to the recipe for the obscure potion, not nearly enough to make him grow a beard or change his voice any more than it had. 

It was as much an aphrodisiac as anything.  It would keep his prostate from shrinking and maintain what internal sex organs he had.  It wouldn't be like having balls. 

Colin wouldn't become more masculine, but perhaps -- with the potion -- Colin would both enjoy sex and avoid some of the side effects of being a eunuch Harry had read about in the library.  Harry wanted Colin to enjoy sex -- because he wanted to fuck the boy.

If that made him gay -- so be it.
 

Harry and Colin usually ate by themselves.  Dean and Dennis ate with the Weasleys, Dean sitting next to Ginny.  At least, she didn't seem to always be holding his hand as she had Harry's.  Sneaking looks at her, he often caught her looking at him. 

Two days after his genitals had been restored, he went to see Madam Pomfrey.  "The spell," he said, "was timed.  Everything is back to normal.  Will you inform the Ministry so they'll stop looking for Ron?  It wasn't a irreversible spell.  They have no reason to put him in Azkaban, now." 

"I'll have to see them, Mr.  Potter," said Madam Pomfrey.   Will you drop your pants, please."  

During her tenure at Hogwarts, Madam Pomfrey had seen more than her share of penises.  Boy were always playing magical tricks on other boys, the penis being their favorite target.  The favorite spell seemed to be the one that tied a knot in a boy's pecker.  Fortunately, it was one easily reversed. 

Even Harry had gone to her before to have a knot taken out of his penis, one Ron had done to him.  To retaliate, Harry had used a spell which had made Ron's balls the size of grapefruits.  He'd had to go to Madam Pomfrey wearing only his robe.  He hadn't been able to pull his trousers over his balls.  Even beneath his robe, his crotch had bulged, noticed by other student in the hallway.

Finally, they had agreed not to use genital spells on each other.  It was too embarrassing to have Madam Pomfrey reverse them.

"Do I have to?" asked Harry.  His penis and balls were still red.  He didn't want Madam Pomfrey to see what he'd done.

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Potter.  If I'm to make a report to the Ministry, I'll have to see for myself."

Harry dropped his pants.  Madam raised one eyebrow when she saw Harry's genitals.  "Well," she said.  "They have been restored, but it looks like you have another serious problem.  Did the spell turn them red?"

"No," said Harry, lowering his voice.  "a potion."

"I don't know what potion you used, Mr. Potter, but I'm afraid you've done irreparable damage to your genitals.  You're going to lose them."

"Is there anything you can do?" asked Harry.  Now that they had been restored, he'd lost much of his enthusiasm for the potion.  Even if he couldn't fuck Ginny, there was Colin.  They'd made love the last two nights.  After taking the potion Harry had prepared, Colin had come almost every time Harry fucked him, squirting come out his pee hole. 

"No, Mr. Potter.  I'm afraid not.  I'd say you have only a few months before they drop off."

"Will they function until then?"

"I don't see why not.  They'll function normally until they fall off.  I'm afraid they'll remain a bright red, though."

Resigned to his fate, Harry said, "Will you inform the Ministry about the spell?

"Yes," said Madam Pomfrey.  "A potion, not a spell has affected your genitals."