Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 02:35:36 -0500
From: Jaime Legarson <jaime_legarson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Muggle Magic 4

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>