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harry laid in his bed all night prior to his little conversation with camille. and even though it was another day now, he still couldn't stop thinking about it. the way that she talked about it makes it seem like it was very enjoyable. then the way she explained to him that she used two of her fingers to get herself off, brought a blush to harry's cheeks. harry was just curious to know more. he doesn't do mature stuff like that on a daily basis like older teens appeared to do. he doesn't know exactly what it was like to do nasty stuff with another person, nor was he even very experienced at masturbation.






when she mentioned that she uses only two fingers, harry got to thinking. so was he supposed to use only two fingers when he touches himself too? was that what everyone did? did they stick their fingers ul there and somehow get off that way? harry doesn't believe he knows the most proper way to masturbate, or if there is a proper way to do it. sometimes when he felt a tingly sensation between his legs, he would just innocently hump against his bed, or sometimes against his pillow to get the feeling to go away.






but now that he was aware of another way it was done, he was slightly keen on wanting to do it. it made him even more set on doing it knowing that camille does it all the time, as well as all of her friends. it felt like a mature thing, something harry isn't really used to because he's still way on the innocent side of things. but by the way he felt his body felt all hot and heavy during that talk with camille, he knew this was far from the innocent side of things.





harry put a lot of thought into it, and soon an idea had clicked into his head. and he was presented with the perfect opportunity. zayn was already gone having been booked for yet another interview, so he wasn't going to be back for hours. liam took off to do grocery shopping, and made louis go with him to help our. that left niall and harry here, which left niall in charge—although it's not like he had to really baby sit harry, because harry was not a baby that needed to be tended to every five seconds. so, niall was stuck up in the game room with his head set on, and has his mind in a game of fifa as usual.






harry took this opportunity to do what he wanted. he places his game down on his bed, and walks out of his room once everything was quiet, and peeks out of his room door. no one was around. so harry walks out and creeps down the hall way. he walks past the game room and he hears niall inside, still on the game with his head set up, pretty in the zone with his video game. harry continued down until he gets to his dads room, and he goes inside. harry snoops around in their room for a little while until he finally finds what he is looking for.




lube.




once he has it, he closes the drawer and exits their room, quickly going back to his own room and shutting the door, locking it. he scurried over to his bed, climbing onto it and sitting against the head board. he bites his lip as he eyes the lube bottle. thoughts from yesterday flooded his mind, starting to stir a feeling within him. his cheeks began to flush at the thought of what he was about to do. he places the bottle down next to him briefly. slowly, he begins to pull down pants, which case easily because they were baggy sweat pants. once he has them off, he slides down onto the bed so that he is lying down on his back.





he's never done this before, so he really doesn't know how to do it properly. therefore, he just goes what he thinks he's supposed to do. he takes the lube bottle and pours a large amount all over his hand, some of it drips onto the bed. he rubs it all over so that it's coating his whole hand. it's a bit messy, but he proceeds anyway and closes the bottle, putting it aside. he is nervous as he moves his hand down, brushing slightly over his slightly erect boy parts and rests his hand over his butt hole. since his hand is completely covered in lube, he rubs his hand over his hole, back and forth to get it really slick.





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