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 4
The ensuing days and nights at the Dursley household settled into a comfortable rhythm. Harry and Dudley barely acknowledged each other's existence during the day, except for some sweet, stolen moments they shared together when nobody was watching and they could embrace and gently kiss. At night when they were able to be alone in the privacy of their bedrooms their blossoming love continued to build, sometimes with wanton sexual abandon, at other times in tender, touching romantic togetherness.
After several weeks of unimaginable bliss Dudley's thirteenth birthday arrived. The day played itself out as all of his previous birthdays had done with Dudley being extensively spoiled and coddled and Harry's existence being barely acknowledged. Dudley, as most young boys are wont to do, thought nothing of sullenly and childishly taking advantage of his fawning parents by whining and complaining in the weeks leading up to this day and as a result, the pile of presents he had gotten was truly impressive.
Harry had smiled to himself in appreciation during the preceding weeks as he watched his pudgy lover skillfully manipulate the usually self-absorbed and preoccupied adults. Dudley did indeed possess a magical touch when it came to getting what he wanted.
The selfishness of Dudley's parents and their whole-hearted concern for only themselves stood the two boys in good stead. The adults were entirely incognizant of the pornographic proceedings taking place under their very own roof.
Harry, although he had inherited quite a sizable amount of the currency used in the magical community, had decided on giving the chubby love of his life a truly special and one-of-kind gift and he could hardly wait for their nightly tryst to present it to Dudley.
When the two boys, the now teenaged Dudley and the still pre-teen Harry, met that night in Dudley's bedroom, Harry climbed naked into the soft feathery bed and pulled his also-nude companion up to his knees beside him. Kneeling together now before each other, the two boys stuck their tongues out and touched the tips gently together at first and then, playfully, their mouths open and their tongues extended, they proceeded to swirl them together.
Still on their knees, their upper bodies perpendicular to the bed, each boy reached down to grasp the erection of the other, squeezing and pulling as they felt the comfortable hardnesses that fit so familiarly in their palms.
Harry leaned forward and delicately pressed his lips against his beloved's ear. In a husky whisper, Harry said, "Happy birthday, my sweet darling Dud. I've got a special present for you tonight."
With that, Harry stepped off the bed and crossed the well-furnished bedroom to the desk against the far wall, pulling his rotund Romeo behind him. Harry pulled open one of the drawers and removed the jar of lube he had previously placed there. Dipping two fingers into the thick jelly he began to slather it all over Dudley's blood-engorged member.
Now Harry sprawled over the desk his own erect organ sliding tantalizingly across the cold, hard, varnished wood, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum, an entirely recent production of his arousal, glistening in the moonlight.
Harry stuck his white, dimpled buttocks invitingly into the air before his dumbstruck cousin and said commandingly, "I want you to fuck me."
Dudley moved forward in a daze until his now greasy pole slithered snugly into the crevice of Harry Potter's virgin ass. Dudley reached forward and took the smaller boy's bony hips in both hands and began to rock his wide groin upwards and back again, making his slick penis glide between the tight buns. The slurping sound of the liberal amount of oily lubricant on the chubby boy's stiff prick added exponentially to the obscene tableau.
Harry reached back with both hands and spread his buttocks wide to reveal the pink bud of his anus. Dudley grabbed his hard boydick with one pudgy hand and placed the tip against the entrance to the inner recesses of his young, thin lover.
With a small push he forced the tip of his excited cock into the small opening. He groaned with pleasure as he felt the tight grip of Harry's sphincter on the sensitive head of his proud rod.
Harry grunted at the incursion but he inwardly thrilled at this denouement of the fantasy that had sprung unbidden to his mind after that first night of steamy boysex with Dudley.
"Harry! Are you alright?" Dudley asked with tender concern.
"Oh, yes!" Harry exclaimed. "It's so good. I want more. Give me more."
Dudley slowly drove forward, his invading cock sliding lusciously deeper into the close quarters of the twelve-year old's hot canal. Although he had fantasized about what was now happening to him, Harry had been afraid of the pain he had assumed would be forthcoming. But eerily, it didn't hurt. Once more Harry felt that he was doing something he had been born to do. Yet again Dudley had produced a magical sense of fulfillment within him.
"Oh, oh, I love it so much. I love you so much. Fuck me Dudley. Please, please fuck me."
Dudley plowed ever deeper until the ample blubber of his round, soft belly rested cozily atop Harry's upturned ass. His teenaged testicles were trapped now between his own milky-white, fleshy thighs and the bottom of the buttocks that had been freely given to him with undying love.
Slowly at first, but with increasing speed and force, Dudley thrust back and forth. Dudley's thick flesh quivered with the force of his exertions. His belly, his buttocks, his breasts all undulated as he determinedly rammed his four-inch rod home only to jerk it back till just the end was encased in the steaming flesh. Over and over he plunged himself deeply into his lover's prostrate body.
Harry's three-inch boyprick squirted now, pinned tightly against the wooden top of the desk, the little liquid load puddled at the end of his prick. The forceful thrusts of the heavy body at his rear made the organ, which remained erect despite its damp release, slide deliciously back and forth into the wetness surrounding it.
The friction of the incredibly taut orifice and the suction it produced ensured that the tubby teen would not be able to last much longer before his boyjuice spurted uncontrollably within his cousin's tummy.
The sounds in the room grew louder. The incessant thumping of the desk against the wall, the grunts and groans of the pubescent participants, and the gurgles of Harry's sucking asshole, clutching hungrily at Dudley's kidcock, and of his own erect boyflesh, slithering in the small pool of semen on the desk, combined in cacophonous harmony.
Finally, with a loud grunt and a last mighty plunge, Dudley tried to force himself completely through the smaller boy. His immense, fleshy buttocks clenched, his pliant, mushy gut pressed tightly against Harry's backside and his aching, throbbing dick erupted once, then twice, splashing inside his little boy lover the largest volume of cum he had ever produced.
The house returned to stillness with only the heavy breathing of the two boys in the bedroom at the end of the hall disturbing the quietness of the still, clear night.
"What in the world is going on in there?" came a shout from Aunt Petunia's and Uncle Vernon's bedroom.
"Nothing," Dudley shouted back. "Just trying out my birthday presents."
The two boys smiled at each other, then giggled, looking for all the world like any other silly young boys sharing a private joke meant for only themselves. And who could begrudge them their joy and high spirits? After all, they had seen another magical night come to an incredibly satisfying climax.
Have I exhausted your patience yet? Please forgive the overuse of alliteration but I must confess that I love to do it. If you think it is overly annoying I will try to suppress my inclinations.
J. Legarson jaime_legarson@hotmail.com