Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 21:04:04 -0500
From: Jaime Legarson <jaime_legarson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Muggle Magic 3

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.

J. Legarson <jaime_legarson@hotmail.com>