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 5
Dudley Dursley defined the parameters of their relationship early on that first night they explored each other's adolescent bodies. "Give and take," he said. "Let's be equals," he said. So, after Harry had willingly offered up his virginity to Dudley, Dudley reciprocated. However, Harry's short, juvenile prick was simply not long enough to pierce through Dudley's huge, pendulous buttocks to insert itself into the portly boy's still-virginal anus. Harry didn't mind one whit. He received so much pleasure from sliding his diminutive dick up and down the deep crevice of his cousin's huge ass that it quickly became a favorite activity for the gaunt young wizard.
For his part, Dudley, although he sometimes wished Harry's small cock would grow quickly so he could experience the bliss of the intimate joining that anal penetration offered, simply adored feeling Harry's still meager load splash between his butt cheeks and drip messily down the abyss of his large boy-crack.
Around midway through the summer vacation Harry received an invitation by owl-post. His friend Ron Oliver wanted him to come stay at his house for as long as Harry wanted. Ron had surmised, wrongly it had turned out, that Harry would be miserable at the Dursleys'. Ron wanted to give his friend from school a chance to escape what had been, until love had magically burgeoned between Harry and Dudley, a miserably unenviable home life.
Harry balked at first at the thought of leaving his beefy beau for even a single night. Dudley, always the voice of reason, encouraged Harry to make the visit.
"It's not like I'm trying of get rid of you or anything," he explained. "I know the stress you're under because of my sucky parents. I've tried quietly to get them to change but Mom is just inflexible when it comes to you. And Dad, well you know, he just goes along with whatever Mom decides. She's such a witch, oh, sorry Harry. She can be so mean that we all just try and tiptoe around her whenever she sets her mind on something. I'm sorry I haven't done more to make things better for you around here."
"But you've done everything for me," Harry quickly answered. "I don't even care about any of that other stuff as long as I have you." But even as he said it he knew it wasn't true. He did care. Harry was a sweet, sensitive boy for all his courage and determination. The constant derision of his aunt and uncle sometimes cut him to the core.
At times like this, Harry marveled at Dudley's wisdom and insight. The chubby teen could be, in successive moments, mature and perceptive then alternately silly, childish, and juvenile. Ah, the joys of boys in early adolescence. Who has not seen one in tandem with another of his friends acting foolishly and happily immature and not smiled in appreciation of the joy that beams from the gorgeous, clear, soft skin of their expressive faces?
Harry decided to accept the invitation. It would be nice to see Ron and his family and the time apart from his beloved Dudley would give them both an opportunity to rest and gain a greater appreciation of the special bond they shared.
Harry and the freckled, red-haired Weasley brothers were in the same dormitory at Hogwart's and Harry knew that even the youngest, Ron, a tall, lanky boy who was the same age as Harry, was much more physically mature than he was. Ron was the second tallest boy in their class so it was no surprise that he was in a more advanced state of puberty than most twelve-year olds.
Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George, were two years older than Harry and Ron, and had the more muscular, stocky build of their father. They were also on Harry's Quidditch team so Harry had seen their nude, teen bodies fairly often. He had never felt any particular sexual attraction to them, although he was curious about how big their penises were when erect and their small, sparse bushes of red pubic hair fascinated him.
The oldest, Percy had just turned sixteen. Ron had never seen him in the nude because as prefect of the Gryffindor House, Percy had a different schedule than the other boys. He got up earlier and showered alone so he could then be in position to supervise the younger boys and make sure they got roused and ready in time for classes each day.
With the thought of staying overnight with four other boys, Harry started to worry again. He had mercifully overcome his concerns about his body around Dudley. How could he not considering the intimate explorations the two had engaged in? But Fred and George were such jokers and troublemakers; would they tease him about his underdeveloped body?
Anxiety about other things began to trouble him also. Now that he had experienced such amazing sexual bliss, would he be able to control himself and not get visibly erect around other boys? And if he did get erect did that mean he was being untrue to Dudley? Would Dudley be jealous and hurt if something did happen between Harry and the Weasleys? There was so much to worry about if he let himself.
Once more Dudley calmed his fears. "Don't worry about how you look," he told Harry. "Never doubt for a minute that you are one of the best- looking boys in the universe, no matter what anyone says. If the opportunity comes for you to have any, uh, well, shall we say, fun over there, don't worry. It's natural to want to explore a little. We boys are such horny creatures. Besides they're probably all straight anyway."
So Harry left Dudley behind and went to stay at the Weasley's house. He loved it immediately. Whereas the Dursley household was such an example of well ordered, bourgeois conformity, the Weasley household was nothing short of chaotic. It was, after all, a magical household and family. There were magic gadgets, potions, spells, and creatures everywhere.
Molly Weasley, the matriarch was incredible. She had adopted Harry almost immediately, back before the start of the school year, in the London Train Station where Harry had first met the remarkable family. That first night she had fussed over him at dinner, making sure he got the best portions and asking him repeatedly if he wanted more of this, or that, or the other thing. Harry had never known motherly love and attention so he thrived under the attention Mrs. Weasley gave him. All too quickly it seemed, the first day drew to a close and soon it was bedtime.
The kids lined up outside the bathroom with Ginny, the youngest and the only girl, first and the boys in order of their ages behind Percy. Mrs. Weasley insisted that Harry go first and he showered quickly so as not to be thought too selfish. After exiting the bathroom wrapped tightly in his bathrobe, he lingered a while with the other children in the hallway and then made his way to the bedroom where he was to sleep.
Percy and Ginny each had their own bedrooms and Ron, Fred, and George all shared another. There had been a small cot set up next to Ron's bed for Harry to sleep in. Harry thought it was a little strange that there was only one other bed in the room.
He shucked off his bathrobe and crawled under the covers. "See," he told himself, "That wasn't too bad. Nobody saw me naked. I was just being silly."
Harry lay there by himself in the messy room. It was, after all, home to three raucous juveniles. He had just started to doze off when Fred noisily entered. He was followed a little while later by George then, finally, Ron. The boys started talking among themselves about the doings of the past year at Hogwart's and telling embarrassing stories about one another. The volume of their conversation was normal at first but soon got louder and louder as each boy tried to outdo the others with the best story, the best comment, the best putdown. It got so loud that Mr. Weasley had to come in and tell them to quiet down, turn out the lights, and get in bed.
After the lights were out the four boys continued to whisper, giggle, and make rude noises to crack each other up. Harry just had to ask the question that had been bothering him. "Why do you and George sleep together in the same bed?" he asked Fred.
"Well," Fred answered, "it's a little strange but neither George and I can go to sleep unless we're touching. It's a twin thing. At Hogwart's we move our beds next to each other after lights out and then move them back each morning."
"Oh," said Harry.
"What did you think," George now interjected, "that we're gay or something?"
An alarm went off in Harry's mind. "No, nothing like that," he quickly replied, "I was just wondering." Did he detect hostility there? He wasn't sure.
"Fred's gay but George isn't," Ron entered the fray, "it's really weird."
"Am not," protested Fred.
"Are too," teased Ron.
"Takes one to know one," George stuck up for his twin brother.
Harry decided it was just normal adolescent teasing and defensiveness but he determined not to reveal his homosexuality, just to be safe. Turning over on his side as the three brothers continued to whisper and razz each other, he soon dozed off.
Harry was a light sleeper and after only a few minutes he was brought to full wakefulness by a soft, persistent sound. He lay very still so nobody would suspect he was awake. He heard quiet whispers and rustling bedcovers coming from Fred and George's bed, and creaking bedsprings from Ron's bed.
"Ron, are you jacking off again," a louder whisper from either Fred or George.
No answer, just continuing squeaks from Ron's bed.
"Geez, you're such a pervert. Do you have to do that every night?" Harry thought it was Fred.
Harry wanted to turn and watch as Ron masturbated but he didn't want to give himself away; didn't want the other boys to think he was a pervert.
"I like to do it," Ron now answered, his voice shaky as he stroked himself, "besides hearing you two over there getting it on makes me stiff."
Harry couldn't believe his ears! Was he really awake? Could it be there were other gay boy-wizards at Hogwart's?
"Well, if you're going to do it, come on over here and let's all wank each other." Maybe this time it was George, but Harry couldn't be too sure.
"Are you daft?" Ron again. "What about Harry?"
"He's asleep. Look"
Harry thought he could feel the other boys' eyes boring in on him. He lay very still and feigned sleep as best he could.
"Come on, he'll never suspect a thing," definitely Fred, thought Harry.
"You guys are always taking such risks," Ron protested. "You're going to get us all caught one of these days."
"Just do it."
Harry heard Ron very gently; very deliberately start to get out of his bed. He felt one of the lanky boy's long lean legs poised over him a moment before dropping soundlessly on the floor on the far side of his cot. He wanted to look up to see Ron's juvenile prick as it dangled above him but he didn't dare. Now the other leg came carefully across joining its partner. Ron tiptoed to the other bed and climbed in to join his older twin brothers. The three boys sat Indian style on the bed and reached out to grasp each other's pricks. Soon they were stroking away madly at their hard cocks, oblivious to everything around them.
Harry couldn't contain himself any longer. He conjured up a ball of magic light that blazed forth suddenly in the room, revealing the stunned faces of the three redheads as they gasped loudly, caught red-handed, each with his fist still wrapped tightly around the hard prick of the boy to his right. Their private little circle jerk had been rudely interrupted.
Harry raised himself to his elbows and calmly said, "Need a hand, or rather another hand?"
The three Weasleys all started to talk at once, then stopped, then started again. Finally, Ron took the initiative and said, "It's not what you think."
"I think it looks like fun. I can't believe you were going to leave me out. After all, I am your guest," was Harry's reply, trying to look aggrieved.
The three Weasleys looked relieved. One by one they started to stand and move toward Harry. The room was still lit by the pure glow of the enchanted ball of light that hovered near the ceiling, in the middle of the room, so Harry got a clear look at the bodies of the three brothers.
Even totally nude, Harry could not see any difference between the twins. They were eerily identical down to the smallest details of their bodies. Their fourteen-year old muscles were starting to take on more mature outlines. Harry had always thought that their stocky frames had seemed more powerful than the other boys their age at Hogwart's and now, seeing them completely revealed to his searching eyes, he realized that his impression had been spot on.
Although Harry had a weakness for bigger, heavier boys, he preferred them soft and fleshy like Dudley, not well built and muscular like these two. That's not to say that he wasn't aroused by their wide chests, with pectorals that had begun to fill out and show real signs of the manly definition they would eventually attain. Or that he couldn't appreciate the beginnings of the six-packs on their abdomens, or their muscular calves, thighs, and biceps. It was just a matter of his own sexual predilections.
Whatever he thought of their bodies, he was entirely fascinated by their teenaged, uncircumcised, penises. Limp, they hung down about three-inches from the puffy, airy, red bushes that had yet to completely fill in the triangles of their groins. He could just make out the contours of their cock heads through the velvety flesh that enclosed them. The tips of their penises were barely apparent, peeking out invitingly from the surrounding flesh. He could hardly wait to see them grow again to tasty erection.
Ron was entirely different. Except for the telltale flaming red hair and freckles that marked all of the Weasley children, one would have been hard-pressed to surmise that he came from the same bloodline as the twins because his long, lean body was so different from theirs. He was already almost as tall as his older brothers and his body had that magical look of the boy that has passed through his initial growth spurt. His long limbs were still boyish and lacking in visible musculature but one could easily envision the promise of the maturity that was to come.
Ron's dangling penis was almost as long as the twins' but much more slender. It still looked as if it didn't belong on his body. It probably would do so until its base thickened like the rest of it and his muscles filled in so as to make it mesh more unmistakably with the rest of his body. He too, was uncircumcised and the flesh encasing his penis came to a stubby point past the end of his dick. It was going to be an impressive organ if it continued to lengthen and completely fill the totality of his uncut skin. He had a light dusting of reddish hairs but while Dudley's pubes grew only on the sides of his fleshy groin, Ron's made a pencil-thin line straight across the top of his boyish prick. As sometimes happens with boys that are in the early stages of puberty, his areolas and nipples were puffy and swollen.
Harry got up now and started removing his clothes, saying as he did, "Promise me you won't laugh. I'm afraid I'm not as big as any of you are."
"Are you kidding?" Ron said, "All the girls at Hogwart's think you're dreamy looking, and, uh, some of the boys as well. Um, to confess, we've wanted to see you naked again for a while now. You always seemed to avoid us in the showers. Man, you usually hurried out of there so fast we just figured you were completely uninterested in, well, playing around with other boys. We even talked about how we might get you undressed before you came to visit. We thought about inviting you to go skinny-dipping."
"Fred and I just figured we could pants you," said George, like his twin, ever the troublemaker.
Harry finished removing all of his clothes and stood up straight, feeling small and self-conscious despite the other boy's reassurances.
"Wow," said Fred, "you are like, totally cute."
"You don't think my dick is too small?" inquired Harry.
"Hey," said George, "you know what they say, anything over a mouthful is wasted. And I think what you've got will make a very nice mouthful."
"George!" exclaimed Ron and Fred.
"What?" He replied.
"We don't want Harry to get the wrong idea about us," said Fred.
"Oh, yeah, right," George said sarcastically, "let's see, he just caught us wanking together and we're all standing here totally naked and you're afraid he might find out we're gay. Sheesh."
"It's okay," Harry laughed. "I'm gay, too."
"I'm not," said Ron, "at least I'm not sure. I like sex with boys and all but I do find myself fantasizing about fucking a girl sometimes when I jack off. I think I might be bi but I want to check out all my options, if you know what I mean."
"You'll be able to decide when you fall in love with someone, boy or girl. George and I have known for years that we only want to be with each other. We don't ever want to be separated. Thankfully, we're not brother and sister. That'd be incest."
Ron and Harry were silent a moment as they tried to figure out Fred's reasoning. They knew that technically he was wrong but understood what he meant. They gave up and just decided that twins were kinda weird.
Harry told them about Dudley, about their love, and about his fears of betraying him.
"Yeah, Fred and I know what you mean," said George looking over at his twin and lover, "but we came to the conclusion that as long as it's only sex, it really doesn't matter. But if you want to stick to just masturbation we understand."
"Speaking of masturbation...." said Harry. He reached out to fondle Ron's hairless balls. He really wanted to see what the bigger penises of the older boys were like but didn't know how to choose between the two. He was afraid that he might offend the one he didn't pick so Ron became the logical choice. He figured it would all sort itself out in the end.
Ron reached out himself and wrapped his hand, which, like his feet, nose, and penis had become, with puberty, too large for the rest of his body, around Harry's modest length of stiff boyflesh, completely surrounding it. The two school chums began to earnestly explore each other's bodies while the two twins, always perfectly happy to be left to themselves, embraced and kissed while their identical penises lengthened and rubbed together.
Harry paused as he looked over at the two older boys. He had never seen two boys kissing and grinding their crotches together. He had always before been one of the participants in that activity and now, as he watched the two stocky teens engaged in the opening stages of their lovemaking, he thought to himself, "oh that is so damn hot." His hips involuntarily lunged forward at the erotic sight and he felt his dick slide pleasingly along Ron's warm, sweaty palm.
Ron thought the thrust was a signal that little Harry was becoming too quickly aroused. He didn't know how much the smaller boy could take before he orgasmed and he wanted this first experience with his closest friend to last as long as possible, so he reluctantly removed his hand from Harry's tasty little morsel of hot boyflesh. He reached out and raised Harry's two thin arms into the air, marveling at the alluring sight of his gorgeous, hairless armpits. This part of a boy's body was one of Ron's fetishes and he gently stroked the soft, smooth flesh with the backs of his fingers. He leaned forward and started to lick the tender, ticklish tissue.
This was a new sensation for Harry. In all their extensive explorations of each other, he and Dudley had never before given any attention to this particular area. He was surprised that Ron's concentrated efforts here produced such arousing, pleasant feelings within him. He thought of Dudley's beautiful pudgy pits and determined to explore them extensively on his return.
Ron's tickling tongue became too much for him so he gently pushed the lanky twelve-year old away and began to rub his palms over the redhead's thin, yet surprisingly solid chest. Ron moaned each time Harry rubbed across his swollen paps. Harry began to rub lower with one hand, traveling down the boy's firm abdomen, feeling solid muscles that were still not readily apparent to the eye lurking beneath the white, unblemished skin, awaiting the call of the hormones that had only recently started to course in Ron's bloodstream
He heard a noise behind him and turned to see Fred and George tumble into their bed, still locked together in a tight embrace, their hard, thick 5 1/2 inch cocks pinned straight up between their solid abdomens.
He returned his attention to Ron and began to pet the few soft, red hairs above the now fully erect 4 1/2 inch prick of his friend. How he wanted to taste that succulent flesh, to feel its slender hardness between his full, red lips, but he immediately thought of Dudley and his slightly shorter, yet thicker boymeat. He decided that his mouth was meant for Dudley alone. Maybe later on he would sample the tasty meat of other boys but for now, he would save his lips for his one true love. "Besides," he thought, "a hand job is plenty enough for a first time with a new boy."
Ron and Harry moved toward Ron's bed and lay down side by side. Harry gripped Ron's beautiful boytool and began stroking it while Ron did the same for him. They lay there on their backs with their stiff rods jutting proudly up from their taut tummies. While Harry could use his entire hand, Ron found he could only use a thumb and two fingers to wank the shorter boy's 3-inch dick. Ron wasn't left-handed and he found it rather clumsy to try to jack Harry in this position so he raised his arms and, placing them behind his head, he lay back passively, satisfied to leave himself in Harry Potter's capable hand.
This suited Harry just fine. He raised himself to a half-sitting position and began to really throw himself into the job. He loved the way the Ron's uncircumcised skin slid up and down over the purplish head of his twelve-year old cock. As the tip popped out from its encasing skin, Harry rubbed it with the palm of his hand, feeling the gooey slickness of Ron's pre-cum lubricate both hand and dick. He turned his gaze to Ron's armpits now that he had learned how sensitive and sexy they were. Did he see a little red hair or two there? He decided to investigate it more closely the next time, knowing that if he had anything to say about it, there would definitely be a next time.
He took a quick look at the action the twins were getting into on the other side of the room. If he thought the sight of the two teens kissing and grinding was hot, he was totally undone by the sight that greeted him now. One of the boys had gotten up and straddled the other on his hands and knees with his ass pointed toward the top of the bed where the other twin's head lay. They were engaged in a steamy 69 and as Harry watched the two boys hungrily devouring each other's raging hard cocks his jaw dropped and he felt his level of excitement ratchet up even higher.
He decided to finish off Ron so he could concentrate on watching the older boys. It wouldn't be too difficult because his schoolmate's butt was starting to bounce and wriggle on the bed, indicating his impending explosion. He looked down at the slender rod, so long for a boy their age, and gripped it even tighter. He was pumping furiously now and Ron timed his thrusts to force his throbbing boyhood even deeper into Harry's fist.
With a loud grunt and one last strong thrust, Ron came, the juice of his climax squirting strongly up into the air and falling back as pearly drops on the clenched muscles of Ron's chest and tummy. Another smaller, weaker squirt dampened his scanty red pubic hair, and finally a little amount of boysperm oozed out the winking pisshole to run lewdly down Harry's delicate fingers.
Harry looked down at his panting partner and saw the still-boyish semen on Ron's body start to run down to his navel. This was the thickest kidcum he had yet seen but it still had some time to go before it was the thick jism of maturity.
The sounds emanating from the far side of the room caught both his and Ron's attention now. The twins were really going at each other. Ron and Harry exchanged a wink and moved over to the side of the other bed. They each grabbed the base of a fourteen-year old dick and started to pump it toward the sucking mouth at its end. Harry reveled in the feel of the small fluffy red bush that softly cushioned his small fist while Ron leaned over to lick voraciously at the ass of the twin whose butt was stuck high into the air.
The added excitement of one younger boy's hand upon his dick and the other's tongue at his anus caused the top twin to spew forth his teen sperm into the mouth of his twin brother. The bottom teen also felt the extra stimulation of a hand upon his cock and as soon as he felt his brother's cum splash inside his warm, moist mouth, he came also, shuddering and groaning around the tasty flesh that impaled his open, gulping maw.
Harry wished he could have seen the more viscous liquid of fourteen-year old sperm but the experienced teens swallowed it all, every drop, each licking his lips in appreciation of the delicious juice his brother had produced.
"Oh, man," gushed Ron, "that was so awesome. You guys came as hard as Harry made me shoot."
The twins, still breathless at the enormity of their orgasms could only nod their heads in agreement.
"Well, boys, that was all well and good, but I'm afraid our work here tonight is not yet finished." Ron tried to deepen his boyish voice to sound grown-up and serious but the effect was ruined when he suddenly squeaked in mid-sentence. His voice decided to start changing at that very moment.
The other boys laughed at both Ron's awkward predicament and the sheepish look on his face. When they regained their composure, George remembered to ask, "What do you mean we're not finished? I'm all done in."
"Me too," added Fred.
More carefully now, Ron said, "Yeah, I know how you feel but Harry hasn't got off yet."
The three brothers turned to look at Harry, whose ears reddened with embarrassment.
"Well, well," Fred intoned in mock seriousness. "We can't have that. Mother would never forgive us if we neglected our houseguest."
"Oh, yes," George added in the same tone, "we mustn't forget our manners." Then trying to imitate his father, he said. "Boys, we thought we taught you better than that."
The three bigger boys surrounded Harry, who could only stand there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do or say. All three sweaty redheads attacked him at once. One twin knelt behind him and began kneading his buttocks and licking his dainty crack. The other twin nibbled at his ear and Ron knelt before him and started kissing his thin belly.
Harry boner sprang to attention almost instantly as the brothers worked their magic on him. This was truly heaven he thought. His poor mind and body were on overload at the sheer amount of sexual stimuli coming in from three different parts of his small, frail body. Just at the point where he thought his knees were going to buckle, his assailants laid him down upon the bed.
After pausing for only a moment to reposition themselves, the Weasley brothers resumed their onslaught. Now one of them, at this point he didn't care who, was licking and sucking at his tender nipples, one was sucking his toes, another previously neglected body part whose erotic potential came as a revelation to him, and the third was alternately licking his hairless young ballsack and sucking his delicate smallish testicles completely into a warm, moist, talented mouth.
Harry's mind was spinning as the three slowly converged upon the center of his body, one was already there and the others traveled either down his chest and tummy or up his legs and thighs. "Oh, mercy," he thought as his ecstasy soared higher and higher. "I'll never live through this but what a way to die."
Someone plunged Harry's straining little boycock into his mouth. Someone else was kissing all around the top and sides of his prick. Another continued their liquid attack upon his scrotum and boynuggets. The three brother's faces were pressed closely together as they drove young Harry Potter completely wild with exhilaration. Harry could feel the mouth on his penis slide up to just the exquisite head of Harry's elegant prick. He felt lips sucking on the tip while two probing tongues lapped and licked the base and short shaft. "No way," he thought, "how can they do that?"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm gonna, I'm gonna... CUM!" Harry heard himself shout. The skimpy sum of his liquid release exploded from his tingling organ.
Ron, who was happily enjoying the enviable task of sucking ravenously on Harry's cockhead, was taken by surprise as he felt a small, wet spurt of boycum erupt into his mouth. He didn't think hairless Harry had it in him. In his astonishment he let the little load drip out of his mouth to ooze slowly down the shaft of Harry's cock where the twin tongues of his twin brothers eagerly lapped it up. They too were amazed at Harry's ability to have a wet orgasm, small though it was. But no amount of boyjuice was too measly for the Weasleys. They gladly took every drop they could get.
The four spent boys lay still and silent on the bed. Each had the same thought; when something happens that seems physically impossible, it must be magic.
Is anyone still out there? I haven't had much response since the first chapter. I would really like to know if there's an audience for this story. I fear my writing may be so bad that I'm the only one that thinks it any good. I welcome your comments.
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