The characters and places described in this story are the copyrighted and trademarked property of author J.K. Rawlings and her publishers. This story is certainly not part of the official Harry Potter series and is in no way endorsed by the author. I simply wanted to take a set of characters that have captured the imaginations of so many and try to spur those imaginations in a different direction.
Muggle Magic 3
Harry Potter was on Cloud 9. After he had learned that his cousin Dudley Dursley was gay and was in love with him he had been able to set aside his fear and dismay at being gay himself. He realized that he was in love with Dudley also. All this had made Harry so happy and carefree that he was able to endure the constant derision and malice that his aunt and uncle heaped upon him. He went about the backbreaking and demeaning chores that they demanded of him with a smile on his face while humming a song. This, of course, only angered his aunt and uncle, which made Harry even happier.
Whenever his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia started to browbeat him he only had to glance over at Dudley and see his rotund, pudgy form to instantly become aroused and contented. He loved the way Dudley's round, soft belly drooped slightly over his belt. He reveled in the sight of the pudgy breasts that pushed out against the fabric of his shirt. He wanted to kiss the rosy chipmunk cheeks and delicate fleshy chin that gave Dudley's face such definition and character.
The tasks the two boys were assigned were completely different. Harry was given all of the harder, more physically demanding jobs while Dudley, pampered and shielded by his mother, was expected to do only light cleaning and housework. One would have thought that the felicitousness with which Dudley's mother treated him would have produced a spoiled, fearful, and obsequious boy. While that might have been true when Dudley was younger, nevertheless Dudley's character and personality had triumphed to the point where he had developed into a confident, mature, and self-reliant young man of almost thirteen years of age
The only thing that caused Harry any discontent the entire day was the knowledge that he had hours to wait until bedtime when he and his chubby lover could be together. At one point Harry saw Dudley pass by after he had completed some assignment that required a small bit of exertion. The young wizard looked at Dudley, his glowing pink skin glistening slightly with sweat and his thick, dark hair hanging down wantonly over his forehead, and wanted to go to him right that instant, to embrace him tightly and never let him go.
Harry endured however and finally, after hours of hard work and mind-numbing derision and small talk, Harry crawled into bed and waited impatiently for his aunt and uncle to do the same.
Harry lay there silently, his mind racing and his heart thumping so loudly in his chest that he was sure it could be heard throughout the whole house. Finally, at long last, he heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon stamp loudly up the stairs and enter their bedroom, slamming the door noisily behind them. Harry knew that Dudley would wait to be sure his parents were fast asleep before stirring but Harry's anticipation of this night had been so intense and excruciating that he decided to take matters into his own hands. Besides, Harry reasoned, Dudley's room was farther down the hall than Harry's own and that would mean that the chance of being overheard was less likely should things between them get a little, well, noisy.
So, after lying there only about ten minutes more, Harry carefully got out of bed and tiptoed quietly to his door. He opened it slowly, trying hard not to make the slightest sound and walked gingerly down the hallway to Dudley's bedroom. When he reached Dudley's door he paused to listen but there was only silence in the house. He gently pushed the door open and stuck his head into the dark room in front of him. He could hear definite sounds now. Dudley was snoring!
Harry was crushed. He didn't know what he should do. He had been waiting all day for this moment? Should he go back to his room or should he try to wake Dudley up?
Harry decided that waking Dudley would be incredibly selfish of him. The poor overweight boy was probably even more tired than he was. Dudley wasn't used to doing much work, after all. But Harry couldn't bear to go back to his room all by himself. He wanted so much to be near the portly object of his affections that he didn't care if all he did was simply watch Dudley sleep.
Harry stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He padded softly over to the side of Dudley's bed and gazed down upon the gorgeous, fleshy, snoring form of the boy he loved. He leaned in slightly to plant a gentle kiss on Dudley's forehead when suddenly two flabby arms reached up and grabbed him around the neck and pulled his head down into a passionate, wet kiss.
"Dudley, you're awake?" Harry sputtered when the heavier boy released him from the throes of their ardent embrace.
"Gotcha." Dudley laughed. "I heard you at my door and just couldn't resist playing a little joke on you. I've been hard all day just thinking about the chance to be together with you tonight. Here," Dudley scooted his stocky body to one side of the bed and lifted the covers up with one arm, "climb on in and join me, you gorgeous hunk."
Harry saw that Dudley was clad in only his briefs so he quickly shucked off his own pajama tops and bottoms and slid his own skinny, undie-covered rear end into bed next to his lover.
The two boys embraced again, lying side by side. The kissed once more, tongues dancing together in each other's mouths in a sweet, slow, but urgent choreography of love. They ground their fabric-covered crotches together, first rotating and then humping their rapidly swelling boyhoods together until Harry could feel the delicate pearl of Dudley's pre-cum moistening first his own, and then Harry's cotton-encased penis.
They both paused a moment in order to be able to extend their enjoyment of each other and prolong their ecstasy. Moreover, the fact that they were still trying to hide their true feelings for each other from Dudley's parents meant that they had had little chance to truly talk to one another all day. There was still so much they needed to say to each other. Their hearts and bodies had meshed immediately, but in order for their love to reach the perfect heights to which it could soar, they needed to commune more deeply. They both had so many thoughts and feelings they wanted to share with each other.
"Do you really think I'm a 'gorgeous hunk' or were you joking about that, too," said Harry. "After all, I'm a runt like Aunt Petunia said. I'm so small and skinny and hairless. Most of the boys in my class have pubic hair by now, even the ones who don't have bigger penises than me. I can't even cum properly, yet. I'm lucky to have even a tiny squirt when I orgasm. I bet most boys even younger than me have hair and cum more than I do. I bet I couldn't even cum now if it weren't for the magic you performed on me." Harry was sniffling as he finished and tears started to form in his eyes.
"Harry, Harry," said Dudley soothingly, "of course I think you're a gorgeous hunk. You may be small but I've been watching you all day. You were able to work harder than some full-grown men, like my dad, for instance. He couldn't have done all the things you did today without having a heart attack. As my mother calling you a runt, she's just a mean, heartless old biddy. You have pretty big muscles for your size. When you start growing you're going to develop into quite a stud. Growing up is something people do it at different rates than others but they all do it. Nature takes care of that. Besides, I think your penis is just the right size, for now." Dudley reached down and grasped Harry's testicles through the cloth of his underwear and slowly slid the palm of his hand enticingly up the short length of Harry's still erect organ. "In fact, I'm looking forward to watching, and feeling it grow. I'm also sure I saw a few little hairs starting to grow down there last night while I was getting a real close look at it."
Harry felt much better after he found that Dudley disagreed with his views of his body's inadequacy. Harry had spent so much of the past few months at Hogwart's so embarrassed and obsessed about his relative physical maturity that it had caused him to withdraw into himself and look for ways to avoid being around the other boys. He wiped his tear-stained cheek against the bigger boy's ample shoulder and let out a satisfied sigh.
Dudley chuckled bitterly. "I can't believe you think there's anything magical about me or anything I do. I'm the most plain, boring person in the world. You're going to grow up into a handsome, well-built man and I'll probably still be a fat, lard-ass. Nature's working against me. I'll be just like my parents; obese and ugly. You worked like a horse all day and I get out of breath just climbing the stairs. I've tried to lose weight and it's been incredibly difficult. I feel like I've starved myself all year and I haven't lost a pound. If I hadn't gotten taller I'd probably be too wide to get through the doorway. I can't believe you want to have anything to do with me and once you go away to school again you'll find some boy that's much better looking than me. I'll be alone all my life cause nobody is ever going to want me. I'm fat, ugly, and mean, and there's nothing special about me that anyone will ever find to overlook my repulsive body." It was Dudley's turn to cry now and he did, uncontrollably.
Harry was shocked that this older boy who he had always at least admired for his self-confidence and forceful personality could be saying anything like this.
"That's not true." Harry said. "I love your body." Harry got up on his hands and knees and straddled the sobbing, chubby boy. "I love your cute button nose." Harry planted a kiss on Dudley's nose. "I love your cute chubby cheeks." He kissed away Dudley's tears, tasting their salty sweetness. "I love your chin," another kiss. "I love your strong, thick neck." Harry was slowly kissing his way down Dudley's plump body, pointing out the beautiful aspects of each part of the portly boy's anatomy. "I love your soft skin and wide powerful chest. I especially love your pudgy, fleshy titties." Harry stopped kissing and now started licking and sucking on Dudley's girlish breasts, sucking and teasing the nipples with his teeth and tongue. Harry paused there for a long time, deriving immense pleasure from his exertions. He looked up at Dudley and saw that the stocky boy was now smiling through his tears.
Harry continued his journey. "I love your big, soft, plump belly." Harry kissed all over the fat tummy of his friend, stopping now and then to burrow into the fleshy folds his face made in the billowy flab. He forced his tongue into Dudley's bellybutton and wiggled it all around the deep orifice.
Now Harry started to move even lower. He started kissing all over the bigger boy's lower tummy. Harry's travelogue had deteriorated into moans and grunts as he concentrated his efforts on giving his chubby cousin as much pleasure as he could. At the same time he was fulfilling his own deepest, most erotic fantasies and his own level of excitement was evident from the hardness of his own impossibly stiff boypeter which revealed itself as a minute lump jutting out from his underwear. Harry rubbed his face all over the front of the stout boy's underwear, feeling his nose bump against Dudley's rigid erection. Harry took the elastic band of Dudley's underwear between his teeth and started pulling it out and down.
Dudley stirred himself now and lifted his wide, round ass off the bed, clumsily reaching down to help the smaller boy pull his underwear down to around his knees. Dudley's cock sprang free from its prison and stood straight up from between his ample white thighs and vibrated obscenely to a standstill.
Harry moaned gutturally and started kissing all over Dudley's puffy pubic mound. He licked at the few straggly pubes on either side of Dudley's erection then gripped them with his teeth. Harry pulled back and gently stroked the hairs he was so jealous of, taking the opportunity to twirl them between his fingers and pull at them. How he wished he had these evidences of advancing maturity.
"I love your pubes," Harry resumed speaking, "I wish I had some like these. They make you look so grown up. You're so lucky and so mature." Harry's hand brushed repeatedly against Dudley's dick as he played with the sparse hairs. Dudley moaned each time his cock was touched and Harry turned his attention to the ultimate object of his travels.
"I especially love your big, fat, rock-hard cock," Harry said. It did seem big and fat to him but in reality it was just a twelve-year old boy's penis, about four inches long and only starting to thicken with advancing puberty. "You're so big and manly. I feel so safe and secure in your soft, warm embrace. Let me show you just how much I love and desire you."
With that Harry wrapped his lips around the stiff dick in front of him. It was his first and he was surprised at how good it tasted. Purposefully, he moved his head down the erect organ, being careful to keep his teeth covered. Slowly back up to the tip of the rigid member he sucked. Quickly adjusting now to the presence of the alluring hard flesh within his mouth, Harry paused at the apex and brought his yearning tongue into the task before him, licking, lapping, and batting at the rubbery, circumcised mushroom head of his chubby cousin's cock. He took a deep breath and plunged the entire length of the pubertal rod deep into his warm, salivating mouth and felt it fit snugly but comfortably into the opening of his throat. Harry's nose was buried in the soft flesh of Dudley's pubis and the tender hairs of Dudley's early puberty tickled his cheeks. Harry Potter sucked cock like it was something he was born to do, just like playing Quidditch. He had discovered another magical talent.
Harry's passionate enjoyment of this incredible experience was heightened by the evident pleasure his efforts were bringing to the pudgy twelve-year old beneath him. Dudley writhed and moaned with ecstasy and Harry added his own guttural voicings to the subhuman chorus the two boys created.
As Harry once again traveled deliciously up Dudley's prick, saliva dripped from his watering mouth and splattered on the groin below him, dampening Dudley's pubic hair and wetting the tip of Harry's nose each time he lunged forward to immerse the throbbing penis in his clutching throat.
Harry continued to bob up and down on his chubby cousin's stiff peter. His wet lips smacked audibly as he hungrily devoured the boymeat engulfed in his mouth. His and Dudley's moans grew in frequency as orgasm neared. Finally, Harry felt the stiff rod in his mouth expand and a spurt of hot and tasty pubescent boycum splashed against the roof of his mouth. Harry pulled back so just the tip of Dudley's cock was between his lips as he noisily sucked the last few dribbles of Dudley's sperm out of the overstimulated dick. Harry licked greedily at the tip of Dudley's circumcised prick. This first taste of the magical fluid of Dudley's emission seemed to satisfy some deep, unknown craving within him and he found he desperately wanted more.
Harry reluctantly let the deflating dick out of his mouth and was surprised to find that while he had been making his pudgy lover cum, he had cum too. His front of his underwear was soiled with the meager volume of his own semen.
Both boys sighed contentedly with the culmination of their lustful passions. Nobody would have ever imagined that the two pre-teens, so different in outward appearance, in personality and temperament, and even different to the extent that one was a budding wizard and the other was as human as could be, could have been so alike underneath it all. But they were. Each twelve-year old boy struggled mightily with insecurities. Insecurities about their bodies, their looks, their emerging sexualities, and their prospects of ever finding someone to love and embrace them for who and what they were. However, in each other they found their truest contentment came from the soul-healing magic of acceptance and understanding.
Thanks to all who have responded to this story with their comments and suggestions. I encourage anyone who has read my humble efforts and formed an opinion, either positive or negative, to do likewise. While I welcome your suggestions, I nevertheless must issue a caveat to the effect that I can only adequately pen those circumstances that my personal muse inspires in me. So, please, if your particular suggestions are not incorporated into any forthcoming installments, do not think too harshly of me.
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