Wizards
by: Will B
(Copyright 2007 by the Author)

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Chapter 2

Again, my thanks to DD and E Walk for reading this and making suggestions. Neither one wants the title of editor, but their help is greatly appreciated.

THE HAVEN: Sunlight after Darkness; Comfort after Fear

Foosh! Thump! Foosh! Thump!

Two naked sooty boys stepped out of the fireplace at The Haven to be greeted by two smiling youths, each holding a large bath towel. They handed a towel to each of the guys who were shivering and feeling embarrassed about their nakedness.  Hank recognized Nip and Tuck, Rod’s older brothers.

“Glad you got here safely,” said Nip.

“After we get you some clothes Mom and Dad will meet you and talk to you,” added Tuck.

The two older guys took the two younger ones into a large storeroom labeled “Boys” where there were shelves filled with clothes. Underwear, shirts, pants, shoes, and socks were stacked, with labels giving the sizes.

Hank chose white briefs, a tee shirt, and white shirt with blue pants. He then selected blue socks, and a pair of gym shoes of a popular make.

Dan chose white boxers, a tee shirt, a blue shirt and dark red pants. “Where did you get all these clothes?” he asked as he out on his socks and shoes.

Nip explained that his Mom and Dad ran a safe house, a hostel where people who had to escape abuse could come. There were similar rooms with girls’, men’s, and women’s clothes.

Tuck told them that this house was a magical house and no matter how many people they had staying there were always enough rooms.

Then Hank and Dan were led to the kitchen, where Mary Cox, the Cox boys’ mother greeted them with a smile and a hug. “Hank, dear, it’s good to see you. And you must be Dan,” she said. “Both of you sit down at the table, and I’m going to fix you both a good breakfast.”

While she was talking a 16-year-old girl came in. “Hello, Hank,” she said. “I’m Jane Cox, but my brothers sometimes call me ‘Brat,’” she said to Dan.

Dan looked at her and said “I don’t think you’re a brat. I think you…,” and he stopped, blushing bat what he had been about to say.

“I’m what?” Jane asked him.

“Oh, nothing, I just thought… I just thought you….had …  nice red hair,” Dan said. What he had really been about to say was that he thought she was the most beautiful 16 year old girl he had ever seen, but he couldn’t quite get up enough nerve to actually say the words.

“Thank you, Dan. I think you… I think… I think you’re very brave!” At that Dan blushed. What Jane really wanted to say was that she thought he was cute, but with wisdom beyond her years, she thought if she said that he would really be embarrassed.

“Oh….. , thank you, Jane, but it was Hank who was really brave,” said Dan.

Just as Mary Cox was dishing up breakfast for the three young people, Rod came in. Another place appeared at the table, as if by magic—well it was magic.

“Hank, I’m so glad to see you. We were really worried about you,” said Rod, giving him a high-five. (“Damn, I was so glad to see him, I wanted to give him a hug!”).

“Good to see you too, Rod. Yeah. We made it,” said Hank giving him the high five back. (“Boy, I really am glad to see him, I feel like giving him a hug”).

After breakfast Hank and Dan went into Mr. Cox’s office, followed by Mary, Rod and Jane. Mr. Cox was a tall strong man with a firm jaw, but a kind face. “Sit down, boys,” he said. “First of all, Dan, welcome to the Haven. You are safe here, and no one can take you away from this place. I have contacted the Department of Social Services in London, and had you made my temporary ward. Your father cannot take you back by any means—legal or magical. You are welcome to stay here as long as you want, or as long as it is necessary.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cox, I am happy to be here. I just wish…,” Dan started to say, and then his eyes filled up.

Mr. Cox continued, “I have contacted the Metropolitan Police Department, and they have gone to your old house, along with some members of my Search and Rescue Department, to see if they can get any clues to your father’s whereabouts. We’ll keep you informed of any developments.   Ah, yes, now Hank, you’re one of the family here, will you mind bunking in with Rod until we can get the two of you back to Fogmarts?”

“No, sir, that will be fine, if Rod doesn’t mind,” said Hank, thinking to himself (“I hope Rod doesn’t mind. I really like him and I would love to be near him.”). “Oh, sir, what about Dan?”

“Well,” said Mr. Cox, “that does present a problem. We seem to have run out of single rooms.. I don’t know….” Mr. Cox pressed a button, and spoke into a microphone “Oh, Mary, we seem to have a problem about where Dan will stay, can you come in here for a minute, and perhaps bring the uh, parcel that just arrived with you?”

“Be right there, George,” said Mary, and she seemed to be laughing.

The door opened and in walked Mary Cox, and right behind her was……

Aunt Holly, Dan’s mother. Dan ran into his mother’s arms and gave her the tightest hug you can imagine. He started to cry. “That’s all right, Dan, I’m safe, your safe, we’re all safe. As soon as Hank sent Jet Wing with his message, George sent out falcons to his staff all over London, and they found me, got me something new to wear, and brought me here.”

Then Holly looked at Hank, and went over to him, and gave him a tight hug also, and said “Hank, I can never thank you enough for what you did for Dan. I have something for you that I have been planning to give for some time, and I think now is the perfect time to give it to you.”

With that Holly opened a bag she had been carrying, and took out a locket and handed it to Hank. When he opened it he saw a picture of a man and a woman. Being in a magical locket, the couple was laughing at him, and it seemed they were crying at the same time.

“Who are these people, Aunt Holly? I don’t think I’ve ever seen….  OH, NO! Are these my parents?”

“Yes, Hank, your mother, Gladiola, was my sister. She had wizarding powers, which seem to have passed me by. I used to be resentful that you had powers that I did not have, but now, I am just so grateful to you for saving Dan, I could just shout for joy.”

Hank just looked at the pictures of his parents. He could make out their names, engraved on the edges of the locket. He was amazed, happy, grateful… he just couldn’t say anything.

George Cox spoke. “Yes, we are out of single occupancy rooms, but we have some suites for families that have to get away from cruelty or abuse, and we have a suite ready for Dan and his mother. Holly, like Dan, you are safe here, and you can stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you, George, I can’t thank you enough, but maybe I can lend Mary a hand in the kitchen or something,” Holly said.

As she turned to go back to a chair, she stumbled, and fell against the wall, and accidentally knocked a beautiful glass vase over, and it started to fall to the ground, where it would have surely crashed into a hundred pieces, except………………… except, Dan held out his hand and the vase stopped falling, and started to rise up until it came to rest safely on its stand.

“Bloody, hell,” said Rod. “Oh, sorry Mum, and Miss Holly, but how did that happen?”

“I don’t know,” said Dan, I just didn’t want the vase to break, so I just held out my hand to catch it, but I don’t know how I did it.”

“I know,” said George Cox. “You must have Smith wizarding powers after all. All these years they have been dormant, but the shocking events of this morning must have brought them out. Looks like you are a young wizard, after all.”

“Dan, I …., I  … think you’re wonderful,” said Jane. And she came up to him, planted a big kiss on his mouth, and ran out the door.

(“Oh, my!” thought Dan to himself, “That felt nice!”).

* * * *

FOGMARTS, TWO YEARS LATER. Who says an ill wind never blows any good.

Hank and Rod, both 19 were starting their sixth year at Fogmarts. Hank’s cousin Dan, now 17, who had turned out to have wizarding powers, was in his third year, and Jane Cox, 18, was in her fourth year.

 Dan and Jane had had no actual physical contact since that kiss two years ago, but somehow Dan always seemed to end up sitting next to Jane at meals, and they always seemed to be helping each other with their homework. Hank and Rod never teased Dan, but whenever they saw Dan and Jane together, the two buds looked at each other and just smiled.

It was the start of a new term at Fogmarts. Dinner was over, and the headmaster had given his traditional welcoming speech. He had impressed on all of the students that as their wizarding powers were growing, so were their physical powers, and their bodies.

“Students, you come from different backgrounds and cultures, but tonight I want to talk about something a Christian writer named Paul wrote many years ago in a letter to the church at Corinth,” Headmaster Dickerson said. “Paul wrote that if you understood all knowledge, and all mysteries but did not have love in your heart, you were no more than a sounding brass or a tinkling symbol. Now, you all want to become great and powerful wizards. I promise you that if you use your wizarding powers or your physical powers selfishly, or to hurt others, you will never NEVER be a great wizard, or a great person.”

After the headmaster’s homily came the division of new students into their houses, and then the students were dismissed to go to their respective wings and their rooms.

Hank and Rod were now in their sixth year at Fogmarts. Both boys were 19, and had grown taller since we first met them. Their studies had included physical education, and Hank had gone in for swimming and was developing a swimmer’s body, with broad shoulders and strong arms. Rod had gone in for weight lifting, and if he didn’t have a six-pack, he certainly had the beginnings of a four pack (if there is such a thing!).

It was a hot and sultry night, with the hint of a storm to come. Hank and Rod were in their room with the windows open. They were unpacking their trunks when BANG! CRASH! SPLAT!

The storm burst, lightning split the air and the rain poured down. Before the guys could shut the windows, a sudden gust of wind blew rain into the room, soaking the two of them through and through.

“Bloody hell!” said Rod. I’m soaked, and now I’m freezing.”

“Me too,” said Hank. “Let’s get out of these clothes.

Rod snapped his fingers and the windows shut and locked themselves, and the curtains drew across the windows, helping to keep any drafts out of the room.

Hank waved his hands, and the wet clothes flew off the boys and arranged themselves on two drying racks that had appeared before the fireplace, which was now giving a nice heat.

The two boys were naked. They had seen each other naked before, but there was an atmosphere in the room that had never been there before.

Hank looked at Rod and saw his friend with his weight builder’s body, so tall, and his uncut cock, with the beginning of a treasure trail from his navel down to his penis, which seemed to be growing and standing more erect.

Rod looked at Hank and saw his friend with his swimmer’s body, also tall, with a cut cock, and a nice bush on his pubes. Hank’s organ was also standing straight up.

“Hank, I….,” Rod started to say.

“Rod, you know I….,” Hank started to say at the same time.

“Hank, would you mind if I hugged you? It might help us to get warm, and I am still shivering,” said Rod.

“No, bud, I don’t want you catching pneumonia. Come here,” replied Hank.

The two of them moved closer, but they moved slowly, looking into each other’s eyes. When they were about a foot apart, Hank reached out and took Rod into a warm hug, and he…. (Hank could hardly believe he was doing this)…., he kissed Rod on the mouth.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” said Hank.

“No more than I have,” said Rod.

The two teenagers kissed again, and held the kiss a long time. Rod’s lips parted and Hank put his tongue in Rod’s mouth and licked Rod’s own tongue. Then Rod put his tongue into Hank’s open orifice. The boys’ tongues flickered in and out of each other’s mouths.

At the same time, the boys’ lower pelvises were doing their own dance. Their erect poles batted each other, ground into each other, rubbed against each other, tickled their partner’s pubes, and finally erupted in lava like streams of cum.

When they came down from their ejaculatory elysian fields, the two boys just held each other in a loving embrace.

“Rod, I think I love you,” said Hank.

“I know I love you, Hank,” whispered Rod. “Ever since that day I saw you in the kitchen at The Haven. I had been so worried about you, and ever since then, I have felt that you were the one person I wanted to be with. When I jacked off, I thought about you. When I tasted my own cum, I wanted it to be your cum I was taking into my mouth.”

“Do you think maybe we could clean each other up by licking the cum off of our bodies?” Hank asked.

When this delightful chore of lascivious licking was finished, the two young teens fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * *

To be continued.

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Posted: 06/01/07