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 7
Harry Potter was an inquisitive boy. He was fascinated by any new thing he encountered. There was only one drawback. Harry didn't particularly like to have to work at studying to grasp new concepts or master new techniques. Oh, occasionally he would force himself to buckle down and strive to reach some goal or other but he preferred to devote his attentions to those things that came naturally to him, like the game of Quidditch. He was already one of the best Seekers at Hogwart's after only his first year. Some magical conjunction of natural talents and physical aptitude combined to make Harry adept at playing Quidditch. From the first time he rode a broom he felt as if his body knew just what to do. When he learned the rules and object of the game his flying abilities, speed, small size, eyesight, and coordination seemed to take over with hardly any conscious effort on his part.
It was the same way with sucking cock. Harry was a natural. He had no earthly idea where his ability came from, which had started to worry him a bit, but once he found out that sex, and love, were a kind of magic all their own, he stopped trying to understand why he was so good at it and began to trust his instincts and aptitude. He was a wizard after all. Magic was in his genes. Every wizard had a knack for specific magical capabilities and Harry just assumed that flying a broom and making boys cum were among his innate skills.
Having settled all of his doubts on that score, Harry decided to set about using his capabilities for the good of boykind. Okay, so maybe that was a bit ambitious and ridiculous, simply an elaborate reason for Harry to have sex. He really wasn't deluding himself he just thought it sounded funny, although it did have an element of truth to it. The fact was Harry loved sex. He felt he needed it. It was a way to feel loved and appreciated, things that he had sorely lacked to this point because of his dismal home life. But along with his quest to fill his own desperate needs was the knowledge that he had the ability to make other boys feel incredibly good. He could tell from the way they willingly offered themselves to him, from their grunts and groans of pleasure, from their joyous squirming, from their explosive climaxes, and from the contented faces that gazed languorously at him after he had skillfully delighted them.
Now that Harry had discovered sex his curiosity turned to boy's bodies, especially their cocks. He wanted to get his hands or mouth on every one possible. He inwardly cursed himself for having hurried through his daily showers at school, hardly daring to look up, fearing that others would notice his underdeveloped body. Now he wished he had lingered there so he could have casually scanned around the room, sizing up the myriad boys that had been milling naked all about him. He determined to not make that same mistake again when the new school year started.
For now he turned his attention to the Weasley clan, with whom he was staying. After only one night and day he had already given Ron, the youngest boy, a hand job and had sucked off one of the fourteen-year old twins. He had loved the length and thickness of the older boy's dick but he was ready for something different. One of the twins had not yet experienced Harry's unique skills but the two boys were so identical that Harry had an attitude of "been there, done that" for the time being. Tonight he wanted to taste Ron's twelve-year old flesh so when the boys turned in for the night, Harry crawled into bed next to Ron instead of climbing into the cot that had been prepared for him.
Ron grinned broadly as Harry snuggled in under the covers next to him. The boys knew exactly what each other's intentions were so they immediately stripped down to their underwear in order to save time later on, contorting their bodies beneath the bed sheets to disrobe and fling the unneeded items of clothing on the floor.
Harry was several inches shorter than his friend was and when they stood side-by-side the top of his head only came up to Ron's throat. Still beneath the covers, Harry climbed on top of Ron so that their cotton-covered crotches pressed together. He buried his face in Ron's chest. Thin, still-forming muscles lay beneath the smooth skin of Ron's upper body. Below his shoulders, the bones of his upper rib cage had started to expand, making the profile of his chest begin to be somewhat wedge-shaped. Under his puberty-swollen nipples, his lower chest had no contour at all; there was, as yet, no sign at all of definition from the pectoral muscles that awaited nature's increasing call to start to thicken and grow. He lay heavily atop his friend, their limp boyhoods mashed uncomfortably together.
Harry rose to his knees, his cheek cradled against Ron's torso, to relieve the crush of their soft dicks. As he turned and commenced kissing up and down the taller twelve-year old's bony sternum, he started to thrust his bony hips forward and down. His diminutive flaccid dick didn't hang down as much as it protruded straight out from his hairless groin and as he rocked down and back its cloth-covered, uncircumcised head rubbed provocatively along Ron's much larger organ.
The boy's penises quickly grew to their full lengths; Ron's to 4 1/2 inches and Harry's to a hair, which he sadly lacked, over 3 inches. Harry began to lick and suck at Ron's super-sensitive tits. He spent a good long time making the bigger redheaded boy wriggle and gasp as he wholly dedicated himself to working over the distended flesh with his tongue, lips and teeth. Ron's long, thin arms were thrown back over his head in ecstasy so Harry moved up to lick and nibble at the tender skin of Ron's armpit. He found it to be utterly hairless. He thought he may have spied a small red hair or two there last night but he must have been mistaken for this night he discovered nary a one in his much more extensive explorations. Harry enjoyed his taste of Ron's underarms. It had a barely acrid flavor and slight musky odor despite the fact that Ron had just taken his nightly shower. He had the somewhat lax personal hygiene of the normal pre-teen so some traces of body odor and bacteria remained after his cursory cleaning.
Harry slid back until his entire body was under the blankets, moving down to continue his onslaught on the boy's tender belly. He found a trace of muscle there; a skinny concave ridge somewhat like two smooth miniature mountain ranges with a slight valley between them running down to Ron's bellybutton. Ron's navel was shallow with a raised bubble of skin in the interior and Harry tried his best to gnaw at the little bump.
In the other bed the twins looked on in delight. All they could see was a struggling mass beneath the bedcovers and the delighted, tortured expressions of their younger brother as Harry worked his magic upon him. Ron's head and shoulders would occasionally lurch forward when the sensations became intense and his arms would clutch at his sides then flail wildly. He looked like some crazed marionette controlled by an unseen puppetmaster.
The atmosphere beneath the blankets began to be fetid and suffocating and Harry was forced at last to cease his Herculean efforts and seek some relief. His head poked out from beneath the covers and he drank in the cool fresh air of the little bedroom. He got up on the bed, discarding the bothersome blankets and sheets. His chubby lover Dudley had given him some bikini briefs and now he stood there in the provocative skimpy clothing that clearly revealed his erect cocklet and gorgeous buns. He had only ever worn this underwear during his trysts with Dudley. He was usually much too reserved to think of dressing in such a fashion before the prying eyes anyone other than his pudgy pubescent boyfriend but now that he had found his true calling he was willing to use any means to arouse an audience.
It worked. He saw by the other boys' attentive stares that they were appreciative of his efforts. He started to wiggle his butt and gyrate his hips in an impromptu lewd dance. He turned and stuck out his elegant ass at the excited boys. He rubbed his firm buttocks and then he grasped the elastic waistband and started to gradually work the scanty cloth down, down, slowly down until the entirety of his white, dimpled cheeks were visible. In a snap he pulled up his underwear again and turned to face his onlookers. Now his erect prick could be seen pushing straight out against the veiling cloth. Continuing to bump and grind, he rubbed up and down either side of his stiff dick, making it stand out even more unmistakably, small though it was. Seeing that he had everyone's altogether undivided attention, he started an extremely suggestive striptease to the encouraging hoots and calls of the other boys. He pulled the front of his underwear straight out then pantomimed looking down to peer at the hidden treasure buried there with an exaggeratedly smug smile upon his face. He pulled the briefs down slowly, teasingly in first one place then another or he would pull down quickly, flashing some flesh, always stopping just short of revealing his dick to the excited spectators.
Every cock in the room stood at attention as Harry tired of his show, eager to move on to bigger and better things. He suddenly yanked his underwear down to his knees and straightened back up, his peter bobbing up and down from his bald crotch.
Harry received the cheers and applause with a series of bows then looked down at twelve-year old Ron who had been lying there in bed underneath him with a front-row seat the entire time. Harry had been glad to show his stuff to everyone in the room but now he wanted to show his stuff to his best friend alone.
He flopped down to his hands and knees his undies still wrapped around his knees. He had already given the top half of Ron's body a good going over so he initiated this next round at the lanky redhead's large feet. Harry licked at the top of the foot, noticing as he did so that a dozen or so short copper-colored hairs made a lacy fringe around the top of Ron's ankle. He saw no other hairs on the scrawny, incredibly white legs, just these few that showed how early on the road to manhood the boy was.
Harry sucked and licked at the big toe then he sucked a second, then a third toe into his mouth. He slid his hands up and down Ron's shins to just past the knees as he worked the long digits over in his mouth. He concentrated on first one foot then the other, giving equal attention to both appendages.
Harry advanced up the prostrate body of his schoolmate to focus on his pale supple thighs, massaging and kissing them until they were tingling with anticipation. The smaller wizard pushed the two legs he was working over tightly together which made Ron's balls bulge upward and fill the cotton cloth like an over-inflated balloon. He kissed vertically up the valley he'd created until he reached the end and nibbled carefully at the strained fabric, occasionally gripping it in his teeth and pulling upward as his nose slid up the shaft of the lanky pre-teen's hard prick.
He was ready and so was Ron. Harry grabbed the sides of the underwear that lay between him and his prize and pulled. Ron lifted his butt from the bed to help and Harry impatiently yanked the offending fabric completely off his friend and tossed it aside. The 4 1/2-inch object of his desires lay, as stiff as could be, against Ron's pubis, pointing straight up at his chin. Harry licked the hairless scrotum and roughly tugged Ron's legs apart and picked up his almost fully descended ballsack up so he could lick at the beginning of the boy's crack dragging his tongue skyward to the fleshy seam at the bottom of the scrotum. He licked it wetly over and over until his tongue ached in muscular distress. Next he attacked the prostrate cock, licking along its still somewhat slender shaft as Ron moaned his appreciation.
Harry scooted up the bed a bit and laid his head on Ron's clenched stomach. The head of Ron's dick stared him in the eye, barely peeking out from the foreskin surrounding it. Harry flicked his tongue at it, tasting a tiny, pearly drop of pre-cum as a foretaste of the more abundant fluid that soon would be his. Like a snake he flicked his tired tongue over and over at the straining member, feeling the rubbery flesh of Ron's cockhead and the little slit of the pisshole against his taste buds.
Moving down a little, he began to try to force his tongue under the tight foreskin feeling the elasticity of the taut skin as it denied his entry. The distended member bounced up and down on Ron's tummy in time to the heavy breathing of its owner. Another shift of his head and he was able to slide his lips entirely around the tip, sucking sweetly as he finally got his favorite white meat into his mouth. He heard his chum's sharp intake of breath and knew he was bringing him intense joy and excitement.
Harry lifted himself deliberately, taking extra care not to let his prize drop. Soon he had the stiff rod pointed skyward and, inch by precious inch, he gradually lowered his head until he had its slender solidity completely enveloped. Ever so slowly he raised his head until he was just kissing the tip and licking the cumhole. He looked appreciatively down at the red-haired boy's crotch that was lightly dusted with the sparse hairs of early pubescence. It looked to him like fine red cracks in priceless porcelain. Taking his own precious time he went down then slid up the beautiful prick. He longed to attack it voraciously but restrained himself, always traveling ever so slowly and deliberately, licking at the boypole the entire time. Ron repeatedly jerked his body upward; he needed so badly to plunge his entire kidcock into Harry's sucking mouth, to stab him with it, to force him to HURRY UP! But Harry had different ideas. He teased Ron unmercifully. He anticipated each frantic thrust and rode with it, never letting Ron have the sweet sensations he craved.
For Ron this was exquisite torture. His squirms and jerks were quickly tiring him out. He never would have thought that such languid lovemaking would be more exhausting than the frenetic type he usually indulged in. When he wanked himself, which was 90% of his limited experience, he did so frenziedly, his callow, overeager twelve-year old body mind and body aching for a quick, violent orgasm. He continued to struggle to achieve release, which Harry persisted in denying him.
Eventually Ron surrendered, his nervous energy exhausted. When Harry felt all the tension leave his victim's body he knew he had him right where he wanted him. He sped up his efforts and bobbed up and down with a vengeance. The delicious cock between his lips had already been so well moistened that his lips slid easily along its slimy shaft. The tip bumped against the roof of his mouth and back of his throat as his onslaught became more agitated. Ron could only lie there weakly as the sensations built to fever pitch.
When Ron finally came, his muscles were so relaxed that his tasty juice didn't spurt out of his dick as it usually did. Instead it just boiled and gurgled out of his dickhole. Harry slurped it up, raising his head off Ron's cock as he did. He watched more cum bubble out of Ron's dick and ooze down his shaft. Harry dove halfway down the slender stalk, chasing after his liquid treat. He wrapped his lips tightly around its narrow girth and pulled back up, not letting any of the precious fluid leak from his mouth. He pulled off Ron's cock again and saw more flow out and repeated the procedure. He must have done it four or five times until the thin pubescent semen was all safely taken into his mouth and tummy and he smacked his lips in gratification of its salty, slimy goodness.
Harry lay down next to his best friend and rested his head upon Ron's shoulder. How he enjoyed making boys cum! But the dull ache between his own legs reminded him that as much as he got off on bringing pleasure to others, he still had his own needs that craved attention. He tried to throw one leg over Ron's supine form only to find his bikini underwear still confined him so he angrily ripped it from around his knees. When freed he draped his top leg over Ron and he started to rub his hard peter against his friend's thigh. It glided moistly along the hot, white, sweaty skin bringing him immense pleasure. He applied more pressure, almost trying to plow a furrow in the redhead's flesh with his sensitive uncircumcised head. Ron was still too worn out from his mind-bending orgasm to help poor little Harry out so the small boy once again took command and pushed the taller boy on his side in order to have access to his virgin ass.
Harry inserted his puny rod between the buns before him. He let out a low guttural groan. It was so tantalizingly hot and sweaty in there. He plunged his dick relentlessly into the dark crevice as the boy he was ravaging shifted his completely relaxed and spent body to give him even better admittance. Then something extraordinary happened, something Harry had not expected and it was a totally new experience for him. With his bigger, fatter lover Harry's dick was too short to penetrate the exquisite globes of buttflesh to force its way into the anus within. With the leaner Ron, however, the tiny mushroom head atop its slender three-inch stalk abruptly plopped into his friends taut little puckered sphincter. The elastic muscle gripped the thin shaft of his kidpeter right behind the flared edge of his cockhead.
Harry squealed with unbelievable glee. Over the last few weeks he had become quite experienced in the lustful pleasures his body could bear, this latest occurrence caused him to revert to the uncontrolled behavior of his first time. His hips jerked and vibrated uncontrollably and made little rabbit thrusts as he sought to submerge his penis into the staggeringly warm, moist tunnel of his twelve-year old best friend's virgin ass.
It was something totally new for Ron as well. He hadn't ever thought of his butt as something that could be enjoyed sexually. His entire focus, till now, had been on his growing penis. He was the most sexually mature boy in his class so he was inordinately proud of his fine, large (for a pre-teen) rod and skimpy pubic hair. But as Harry's tiny dick entered his anus he gasped in surprise and excitement and as he felt his small friend quiver and quake against him his joy was increased. He pushed back against the still jerking Harry, forcing almost half of his pal's dick to slide lusciously inside him.
Harry regained a measure of control and started to thrust more purposefully. He leaned his upper body back away from Ron to be able to get as much of his little penis inside as possible. Ron helped him now, reaching back to spread wide his cheeks. Almost two inches, or two-thirds of Harry's diminutive organ, was impaled into his friend and he carefully began to rock down and forward. No way was he going to risk letting himself slip out of the hot hole he had found.
Faster now he plunged into the inviting orifice. It was so good! He grunted and strained. So this was why his beefy boyfriend liked it so much. It was so slick, so tight. The friction was giving him a level of thrill he had never imagined could exist. Pluuunge. Pluuuunge. Gruuuunt. Grooooan. Then his dick jerked wildly and jerked again. One last time it jerked and spat his meager watery cream into his buddy's bowels, splashing once against the walls of his rectum. With his discharge Harry ground his bald crotch tightly against Ron's buttocks, trying to let loose as deeply as possible into his first boypussy.
Ron was again surprised to feel Harry have a wet orgasm. He wondered how the hairless little boy did that. He never squirted until after he had grown his first pubes. But as he felt the succulent wetness inside him he didn't care how anymore; he found he liked it. He wanted to jump up and walk around so he could feel the slimy stuff squish around in his rear and drip slowly out of him to coat his crack and the back of his ballsack.
In disbelief he turned to ask Harry searchingly, "Oh, man, Harry. How do you do that? I mean the way you sucked me and the way you just made me feel when you squirted in me. How can you make me feel so wonderful?
Harry just smiled weakly and rasped, "It's just a little something I conjured up. I'm a wizard, remember?"