Date: Fri, 22 Mar 2002 09:32:00 -0500
From: Jaime Legarson <jaime_legarson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Muggle Magic 1

This is my first attempt at writing and erotic story so I would be
interested in any responses you may have to it.

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, Chapter 1


	Harry looked out the window of the Hogwart's Express Train as it
traveled through the beautiful English countryside on the way back to
London for the summer holiday. Harry was not at all excited about the
prospect of spending the next few months at "home" with his unmagical Aunt
and Uncle Dursley and his some months older cousin, Dudley. The Dursleys
were not at all nice to Harry.  Indeed, it took the fear of magical
retribution by Harry's wizard protectors to force them to allow him to move
into his own room from the cupboard under the stairs where they had made
him live for 11 years. Harry's aunt and uncle spoiled his fat cousin Dudley
and they allowed him to torment Harry in any way he chose.  No doubt about
it, Harry felt very alone and unloved away from Hogwart's Academy.

	His life at Hogwart's was very different. He had lots of friends
there and was a celebrity because he had survived an attack in infancy by
the evil sorcerer, Voldemort, and somehow Voldemort's power had been broken
and severely diminished when he tried to take the infant Harry's life.
Harry was also celebrated at Hogwart's because he had proved to be
naturally adept at playing Quidditch, the favorite game of wizards
worldwide.  If Harry had been allowed the choice, he would have preferred
to stay at Hogwart's year-round and never have gone back to the Dursley's
house. Those Muggles, as the wizards called people with no magical powers,
actively detested anything magical and seemingly, anything to do with Harry
Potter.

	To try to stave off the depressing thought of the miserable life
that awaited him in London, Harry began to think back over all the
wonderful times he had experienced at Hogwart's during his first term. He
thought of his closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and how
those two had stayed at Hogwart's over the holidays to be with him instead
of going home. He thought of all the magical things he had learned in his
wizarding classes. He also thought of some of the other things he had
learned at Hogwart's; things that young boys learned from each other, and
from the older boys at night in the dormitories.  Harry was only a month or
so past his twelfth birthday when he arrived at the Academy and he had yet
to experience the awakening of the urges that overtake young boys at around
that age. His name may have rhymed with hairy, but he was Harry, or hairy,
in name only. His body was still that of a child's and during the communal
showers and the changing of clothes that occurred in the boy's dormitory,
he began to look around at most of his classmates, and all of the older
boys, and felt pangs of jealousy when he saw their displays of pubic hairs
and more mature penises. After a while, he began to feel more than just
jealousy. He began to wonder what it would be like to touch those bigger
organs and run his fingers through the hair around their genitals.

	He began to look for any opportunity to sneak peeks at the other
boys and soon began to identify his favorites. There was Oliver Wood, the
captain of his Quidditch team. Next year would be Oliver's last at
Hogwart's and he already looked like a man. He had well-formed biceps and
rippling abdominal muscles.  Most exciting for Harry, though, was the full,
thick triangular patch of pubic hair and the long penis that emerged from
it. Harry got to see Oliver quite often in the showers and dressing room
before and after Quidditch matches.  Once or twice Harry could have sworn
Oliver's manly member was partly erect.

	Harry also enjoyed seeing his closest pal, Ron, without his
clothes. Ron was still skinny and small but he had a light dusting of red
pubes in his crotch and his penis had started to fatten and lengthen with
the onset of puberty.  In fact, Ron's dick didn't look like it belonged on
his body. It was still short but it was pretty fat except where it joined
his body and his balls looked perpetually swollen. It kind of looked like
Ron's genitals had been grafted onto his body from someone else's.

	By far Harry's favorite, though, was Neville Longbottom. Neville
had beautiful white, milky skin and he was hairless like Harry. Neville was
a little on the chubby side and Harry could look for hours at the round
fleshy globes of Neville Longbottom's bottom. Harry closed his eyes and
called up a mental picture of his gorgeous young classmate. Neville had a
protruding belly that looked so soft and inviting and his titties stuck out
like a little pubescent girls. Then there was his cute little cock and
balls. His prick was about three inches long and slender with a perfectly
formed head and his balls were just beginning to drop with the onset of
puberty.

	Harry felt his own little two-incher begin to stir and rouse itself
from between his legs as he called up the mental image of the object of his
affections. Before coming to Hogwart's Harry would not have known what to
do with this part of himself but he had learned a lot from listening to the
other boys smutty talk about wanking and sex. He had heard the telltale
squeaking of bedsprings at night and stared intently into the darkness
toward the sounds and, even though he wore glasses, he found he could see
pretty well in the dim light of the dormitory. His friend Ron had the bed
next to Harry's and every night after Ron thought Harry was asleep he would
slide his pajamas down to his thighs and begin to play with himself. Ron
was pretty adept at this exercise, no doubt a result of having three older
brothers to learn from. The first time Harry surreptitiously observed Ron
engaging in his nightly ritual he was surprised to see some sort of liquid
spurt from the tip of Ron's penis. It was just one little squirt at first
but lately Ron had been producing more, now it was a big squirt and a few
dribbles. Harry later found out that what came out of Ron's prick was sperm
and he also found out what its intended use was.

	Yes, Harry had learned a lot of things at school this year but he
had refrained from trying out any of the magical things he had learned
about boy's bodies, particularly his own, For one thing he was a little
ashamed at being one of the "late bloomers" and for another he had been so
prim and proper when he first arrived that it was difficult for him to
change his attitude, no matter how engrossing he found the subject. Little
did he know that soon his body's increasing urges would compel him to try
out his newfound knowledge. Already he had begun to use more descriptive
and vulgar words like cock, dick, prick, nuts, balls, and jizz, not just to
try to fit in with the other boys but even in his own mind. Those words
seemed to cast a magical spell in and of themselves and as he began to say
them to himself under his breath, he felt his body stir and tingle even
more.

	Harry's reveries were abruptly interrupted by the squeal of the
train's brakes as it pulled into the station. He was home. Harry sighed as
he thought of the life that awaited him here but he roused himself and
began collecting his things.

	After he wrestled his luggage off the train and had said goodbye to
all his classmates he turned his attention toward the magical barrier that
separated platform 9 3/4 from the normal platforms at the station and
walked toward it.  Suddenly he was in a totally different area of the train
station. Looking around the crowded space he saw the distinct, lumpy forms
of his Aunt and Uncle a little ways off down the platform. He started
toward them rolling the cart holding his luggage in front of him and
calling out their names. He wasn't at all surprised when they turned to
look at him with bored, indignant, and thinly veiled malicious expressions
on their faces. What did surprise him and made him come to a stop right
there in the middle of the train station was the sight of the gorgeous
pudgy form of his cousin Dudley that was revealed when his Aunt and Uncle
moved aside at his approach.

	He had never thought of his cousin with anything but distaste until
now.  But the sight of him now that Harry had developed an appreciation for
the male form left him with an altogether different set of feelings to
contend with.  Dudley had grown a couple of inches taller and he no longer
seemed quite so obese as before. Now he looked simply chubby and oh so
cute. His shirt revealed some protruding breasts beneath it and his
trousers looked well stuffed.

	"There you are," Harry's Aunt said sharply, "come on then. We
haven't got all day."

	The Dursley family turned and started walking toward the exit with
Harry following along staring excitedly at his cousin Dudley's ample rear
end.  Dudley had the cutest butt Harry had ever seen. Harry gulped as he
stared at Dudley's beautiful ass and remembered how Hagrid had magically
made it sprout a pig's tail during their first meeting. He wondered how
that posterior looked in all its naked glory now and whether it still had
any trace of the tail that had magically been grown there.

	They got to the car and the Dursley's climbed in and sat there
while Harry struggled mightily to try to wrestle his huge trunk into the
boot of the car.  Never once did his Aunt and Uncle offer to help him with
his luggage.  Instead they sat inside the car and yelled at him to hurry
up. Finally, Dudley came back and gave Harry a hand stowing away his
gear. Dudley took the opportunity to look Harry up and down.

	"So," said Dudley, " you haven't changed at all, have you? You're
even smaller than me now that I've grown taller. And I've grown in other
ways than just in height, too, if you know what I mean. How about you?"

	Harry stammered a bit, then said, " I don't know what you're
talking about."

	Harry turned and walked toward the back seat of the car and climbed
in. He heard the boot being slammed shut and a moment later Dudley crawled
into the back seat next to him. It was a small car but Harry thought that
Dudley seemed to be sitting awfully closer to him than necessity
required. Several times during the ride home, when they passed over a bump
in the road Dudley jostled against him and Harry felt Dudley's pudgy hand
brush against his thigh.

	Later that night as Harry lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and
struggling with his mixed emotions about his cousin, he heard a slight tap
on the door and a whispered "Harry, are you awake?"

	He thought about feigning sleep but almost against his will he
heard himself saying, "Yeah, I'm awake. What do you want?"

	Dudley opened the door and came alongside Harry's bed wearing a
terrycloth bathrobe tightly wrapped around him.

	You know, Harry," Dudley began, " we haven't got on too well in the
past but I just wanted to see if maybe we could try to become, I don't
know, a little closer than before."

	"What do you mean, closer?" said Harry.

	"Well, like I said earlier today," Dudley continued, "I've grown a
lot in the months you've been gone, both physically and in maturity. I
realize I've given you a hard time and I want to make amends for that."

	"How do you propose to do that," Harry replied.

	A small smile began to appear on Dudley's face as he said, "I've
got a few ideas about how I might make it up to you, starting with sharing
a few things I've recently learned."

	Dudley's hand reached toward the belt of his robe. He untied it and
shrugged it off his shoulders until he stood there clad in nothing but
tight, white undies.

	Harry stared at his cousin in disbelief. Again, almost against his
will his eyes traveled down the length of Dudley's body, stopping for a
moment to take in the sight of Dudley's cute protruding titties, continuing
on down to his ample, rounded tummy, before stopping to gaze at the sight
of the bulge in Dudley's briefs, a bulge that seemed to be growing
magically before his very eyes.

	Dudley took note of the direction of Harry's gaze and said, "I
thought so.  One thing I've learned while you were away is how to tell when
someone fancies a chubby little piece of meat like me. So, come on. I'll
show you mine if you'll show me yours."

	Harry mind was swimming. Never in his wildest thoughts had he
imagined something like this. First of all to find he was sexually
attracted to the cousin he had never thought of except with hatred and then
to find that cousin making blatant sexual advances toward him.

	"I can't believe you're saying this," Harry told his cousin, "I
don't know what gave you the idea that I..."

	"Oh come off it, Harry," interrupted Dudley, "I saw you staring at
me today. I noticed you especially seemed to like my big, fat ass."

	With that Dudley turned and showed off his posterior to his
skinnier cousin. The briefs he was wearing were a couple of sizes too small
for him, something he had planned in advance and the bulging, perfectly
formed round globes of his wide bottom were squeezed tightly into his
underwear. As he stood there with his butt in Harry's face, Dudley began to
slowly lower his briefs until they were halfway down his gorgeous, white,
bubble-butt. He suddenly pulled the briefs back up and turned around to
face Harry again.

	"You know, if we're ever going to learn how to get along with each
other we need to try to treat each other as equals. We're going to have to
learn a little give-and-take and here you are trying to hold back on me
after I've made the first gesture of peace."

	With that Dudley reached down and grabbed the bedcovers and ripped
them off of Harry's supine form. Harry lay there on the bed in his pajamas
and the evidence of his arousal over the little striptease his cousin had
performed was plain to see. His erection, though not large, was very
definite and visible.

	"Don't be shy Harry." Dudley cajoled, "I think you're very
good-looking and I just want to see what you really look like. I may come
across as someone who's confident and unconcerned about what people think
of me but I know people make fun of me because I'm overweight. I've bullied
kids for so long because I got sick of the names they used to call me. I
decided that if they feared me they wouldn't call me names anymore. In
reality it didn't stop them from calling me those things, they just started
doing it behind my back. I really am insecure about the way I look. That's
why I've been trying to lose weight. I've succeeded a little but I don't
think I'll ever be skinny and handsome like you. That's why I want to see
your body. You look the way I wish I could."

	Dudley was almost crying by the time he finished speaking. Harry
had never before felt pity for his cousin but he could see how Dudley might
really have been trying to overcompensate for his insecurities. At the very
least he could try to alleviate those feelings by letting Dudley know that
someone found him very attractive.

	"Dudley, I never knew that you felt that way. I think it's kind of
funny to hear you talk about how you wish you were skinny like me because I
think I am way too skinny. I'm insecure about the way I look, too. In fact,
I think you are the one that's good-looking. I wish I were strongly built
and big like you.  But instead I'm skinny and small and still, well, you
know, uh... undeveloped."

	Harry's voice trailed off at the end. He found Dudley's openness
had made him start to admit things that he had never before told anyone
else.

	"That's it?" Dudley replied. "You're embarrassed? I promise I won't
laugh at you. It's not like I'm some big he-man myself, you know. I only
started growing hair down there a couple of months ago."

	Dudley reached down and gently took Harry's hand and pulled him up
from the bed to a standing position. Then he started unbuttoning Harry's
shirt and pulled it off him. They stood looking at each other for a moment
and then Harry took the elastic band of the his pajama bottoms and slid
them down and gently stepped out of them until they were both standing
there in their underwear.  They let their eyes wander over each other's
bodies for a moment or two and then, in unison, gazing into each other's
eyes, they each started to remove their underwear, never letting their eyes
wander. Finally, when the stood before each other, revealed in all their
naked boyish beauty they each slowly started to look down toward each
other's genitals.

	Harry reveled in the alluring sight of Dudley's protruding
circumcised boner. It must have been about 4 inches but it only stuck out
maybe two inches from the puffy pubic mound between his fleshy
thighs. There were definite straggly pubic hairs that grew on either side
of the hard, throbbing, fleshy rod but they left a bare spot in the middle
where a cute dimple was visible on the top side of the young, thickened
penis. The scrotum that contained Dudley's pubertal testicles was hairless,
and proscribed a perfect bulging semicircle below the object of Harry's now
increasing sexual desire.

	Harry's own smaller two-inch piece of boyflesh quickly stiffened
into its full three inch erect state as Dudley watched in fascination.  The
two boys slowly, in a dance of mutual desire, reached forward
simultaneously and they took each other's hands in their own and stood
there as the tension in the room continued to build until it was palpable
and erotic.

	Finally Harry, struggling with his inhibitions, disengaged one of
his hands and reached out to grasp his cousin's impossibly hard cock. He
slowly stroked it, from its base to the ridge of the mushroom shaped head
that capped the thick, fleshy stalk. Once, twice, three times he stroked,
grasping it a little tighter each time. Then he removed his hand and,
cupping it, began to heft the boyish nuggets that dangled beneath.

	Dudley was breathing heavily now as the smaller boy was
manipulating his sex. He took Harry by the shoulders and, half pushing and
half pulling, the two sweaty boys toppled onto the bed. They began to
embrace. Harry exulted as he was engulfed in the soft, pillowy flesh of the
bigger boy. It was like being smothered in some incredibly soft and
comforting feather bed except for the still stiff rod of Dudley's boycock
that poked into Harry right below his navel.

	They lay there on their sides, grinding their crotches against each
other, cheek to cheek, until they pulled their heads back. Gazing deeply
into each other's eyes they moved slowly, imperceptibly forward until their
lips met.  Softly at first and then with more urgency they began to
kiss. Harry felt Dudley's tongue push its way past his lips and into his
mouth and he responded by poking his own tongue forward and the two, wet,
fleshy appendages began to engage in a struggle that was almost like a
battle to the death.

	Just as Harry began to feel light-headed from a lack of oxygen, he
pulled away, and returning his attention to the rigid protuberance between
Dudley's white, hairless, chubby inner thighs, he saw a small drop of fluid
emerge from the slit at the end. Dudley moaned throatily as Harry rubbed
the palm of his hand over the sensitive cockhead, smearing the pre-cum
around its circumference.  Harry grabbed Dudley's peter firmly and began to
stroke it urgently. Back and forth he stroked it, marveling at the
incongruity of the softness of Dudley's pubic hair and the flesh where it
grew and the iron-like stiffness of the penis beneath his fingers.

	Dudley's groans grew more intense and he began to thrust against
Harry's stroking hand. He was trying to hold back his orgasm, trying to
prolong this impossibly thrilling and erotic experience. Finally he could
contain himself no longer and with one last mighty thrust, moving his wide,
round ass forward, a forceful squirt of thin pubescent cream erupted from
his throbbing boydick, splattering against Harry Potter's tummy with a
force that almost took young Harry's breath away. A few more little
dribbles came out, only to be whisked away on Harry's still pumping fist.

	Breathing heavily, Dudley lay back in the bed to recuperate and
come to his senses. Harry lay back also, still somewhat in disbelief over
what had just happened. His thin belly and right hand were still wet with
Dudley's discharge.  He rubbed his hands together to try to dry them,
fascinated by the viscous, sticky substance he had never encountered so
closely before. He dipped his index finger in the puddle of the stuff that
remained on his abdomen; then rubbed his finger and thumb together. He
pulled them apart and lay there watching as a clear string formed between
his two digits. Even with all the arcane and rare substances he had
experimented with in his Potions class he had never before come across
anything like this magical fluid.

	"Oh my," Dudley huskily exclaimed. "That was the best cum I've ever
had, Harry."

	Dudley sat up and rolling over onto his hands and knees, he
straddled Harry, his now softened and glistening cock dangling between his
legs.

	"Remember what I said about a little give-and-take," said
Dudley. "Now its your turn."

	He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Harry's bony chest. He
nuzzled softly and then moved over to Harry's right nipple, sticking out
his tongue and flicking it softly over the erect little nub. He repeated
the procedure for Harry's other nipple and then, moving slowly down Harry's
abdomen. Harry was so skinny that when Dudley reached his belly button,
Dudley was surprised that it was so taut and shallow. Nevertheless, he
paused to lick and suck at it anyway.  As Dudley resumed his erotic travels
down past Harry's bellybutton, Harry felt an intense quiver begin in his
body. It was similar to the butterflies he felt before a Quidditch match
but hundreds of times more intense. As the quiver grew in Harry's body he
could no longer contain himself and a spasmodic thrusting began as Harry's
thin, dimpled buttocks began to shake and shove his erect prick up against
the underside of his cousin's thick fleshy neck. Dudley looked up at Harry
and smiled as he allowed the younger, inexperienced boy to calm down a
little before beginning again.

	Harry could not believe the spell that the bigger, chubby boy was
casting upon him. He had heard of wizards casting spells to make others do
their commands but he had never heard that Muggles had that kind of
power. But here and now he knew that he was at the complete mercy of this
pudgy, sweaty, round- bodied boy. He knew that he would do anything Dudley
wanted him to as long as Dudley promised to continue to work this magic
over his body.

	Dudley had just now reached his ultimate goal. Harry tried to
mentally will Dudley to give his full attention to his now aching,
throbbing little dick but perhaps that streak of maliciousness Harry had
seen manifested in the past had not completely been left behind because
Dudley purposefully skipped over the slender erect penis to nuzzle and
tongue Harry's inner thighs.

	Harry groaned his disapproval and Dudley knew the young boy's level
of excitement and impatience was quickly reaching an almost unbearable
level.  Dudley started to tenderly lick the smooth, hairless scrotum in
front of him and as he did so his pudgy button nose bumped against the
fully erect child's penis, making it bob obscenely back and forth. Dudley
replaced his overworked tongue with his hand and gently squeezed Harry's
boy testicles and kneaded his young ballsack.

	The chubby tempter took the opportunity to peer intently at the
rigid little organ before his eyes. It was fully engorged with blood but
still maintained its fine porcelain whiteness. He could delay his and
Harry's ultimate desires no longer so he grasped the skin of Harry's
scrotum delicately between thumb and forefinger, and pulling it down, he
caused the three-inch kid peter to tilt toward him. Holding firmly so the
petite rod wouldn't move Dudley began to try to force his tongue into the
pisshole atop what had become the center of Harry Potter's universe. Then,
after stopping to lick his lips to wetten them, he suddenly engulfed the
head of Harry's circumcised organ with his hot, moist mouth.

	Once more a spasm came over Harry. The muscles of his lower abdomen
contracted with such power that his thin, frail shoulders jerked forward
off the bed and he let out a high-pitched squeak that seemed to come from
nowhere.  He looked down to where Dudley was wholly focused on the task at
hand, or rather at mouth. He watched as his cousin's round head dove
forward to swallow up the entire modest length of boyflesh. He continued to
look as Dudley pulled his head back, still gripping Harry's cock tightly
with his lips, which protruded obscenely as they slid back upward along the
sensitive flesh. Dudley was sucking intensely as he pulled back, his
chubby, chipmunk cheeks almost hollowing with the force of his exertions,
and his tongue continued to lap and lick at the underside of Harry's prick
as he gave the youthful wizard all of his attention and devotion.

	Harry lay back again and let the indescribable feelings wash over
him. He was paralyzed with pleasure, his body immobile and wooden from head
to toe, except for his hands, which clutched and grasped at the bed sheets
beneath him.  He vaguely remembered the paralyzing spell his friend
Hermione had placed upon Neville Longbottom and once again was mystified
that a Muggle could perform the same sort of magic upon him.

	Dudley continued to lick and suck on Harry's cock. Up and down, in
and out, Harry's prick was, for the first time ever, experiencing the
sensations it had been longing for. It began to feel like it would explode.

	For the third time tremors wracked young Harry's body as his dick
began to throb and pulsate inside the inviting cavern of Dudley Dursley's
talented mouth.  His dick jerked in a paroxysm of bliss as Harry
experienced his first orgasm.  Harry's cock tried vainly to deposit its
seed into the orifice that surrounded it until finally, at the very end, a
small, watery spurt of boycum leapt forth from it.

	Dudley moaned and swallowed the tiny liquid gift and letting the
now softening organ emerge from his mouth with a hollow plop and a liquid
splat as it slapped down onto Harry's tummy, he looked up at Harry and
asked, "Well, what did you think of that?"

	Harry uttered the only words that could fully describe his
experience.

	"It was magical."


Well, what did you think? Is it worth continuing? Should this be a
one-night stand between Dudley and Harry or should Harry continue to
explore his capabilities with Dudley and his other friends? I welcome all
comments.  Flamers will have an evil spell cast upon them.