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

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Chapter 3
Out of horror, resolution, out of sad thoughts, more joy.

When I started this story I developed an outline and a starting cast of characters. The “Prologue section” dealing with Hank and Rod as young boys was only supposed to last one chapter, but the section just grew to three chapters.

As always, thanks to DD and E for comments, suggestions, and encouragements.

A few nights after their discovery of their feelings, Hank and Rod were getting ready to use their (magical) wands to undress each other, and then use their (homegrown) wands to pleasure each other, when they heard a sound in the hallway.

“Rod, I think someone is in the hall, and I think… I think that someone is crying,” said Hank.

Hank went to the door and opened it, and there was Nick Touchstone. Absolutely he was not crying. NO SIR, he was not crying! Didn’t I just tell you, gentle readers, that he was NO WAY IN HELL crying? But his eyes were wet, and when he spoke he was all choked up.

“Hello, Nick,” Hank said. “Wanna come in and chill for a while?”

“Thanks, Hank. I would like to talk to you Rod, if it’s not too late,” Nick sniffed.

‘What’s wrong, Nick?” Rod asked. “We’re all friends here. You can tell us.”

“Oh…. I was in the shower, beating my meat, and Malik Flamboy, and his two sidekicks, Hurtt and Payne, came in and caught me. Malik called me a pervert, and said if he caught me jacking off again, he and his friends would make suck their dicks,” Nick said.

“That slime bag!” Rod said. “Tom Pringle in the next hallway over told me he caught all three of them beating off in the shower, and laughing about it, and trying to see who could shoot the longest distance.”

Hank added, “Listen Nick, we all do it. I’ll bet most of the men in England have done it at some time or other—and for the others who say they never have, well, I wouldn’t want to buy a used car from them”

Ya know, Nick,” said Rod, “Group games can be fun. Why, just the other day Hank was saying….”

“What was I saying?” Hank asked Rod, with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, nothin’, just that you were wishing you could beat off with your buddies.” Rod looked at him and winked.

“That’s right,” said Hank, finally catching on. “Look Nick, why don’t the three of us have a little manual manipulation of our male members? Do you want to?”

“Yeah, that would be cool,” said Nick. “Funny, it would be fun with you and Rod because we’re all buddies, but the thought of doing it with Malik and his side-kicks makes me want to puke.”

By now, all three teen were very horny, so they pointed their wands at each other, and “Flimp!” Their shirts flew off. “Flamp!” Their tee shirts disappeared. “Flump.” Their pants were gone. Now the boys were wearing only their underwear, which oddly enough must have gotten too much starch in the school laundry, because all three sets had tents in them. “Flomp!” Their underwear was gone too.

Three right hands got to work, and soon three pumps were shooting their streams into the air.

When they were done and had cleaned themselves up, Rod asked Nick if he felt any better.

“I sure do. Thanks a lot. Maybe I’ll talk to this Tom Pringle you mentioned. Maybe he can give me a few details I can use to let Malik know I’m on to him.”

When Nick had gone, Hank looked at Rod and said “Are you too tired for some more fun?”

Rod replied, “Whadda ya think? Come here!”

* * * *

Two days later

Hank and Rod were sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms, after another night of exploring each other’s bodies. Tongues, love-poles, hands, and ass cheeks had all gotten vigorous workouts.

There was a knock at the door, and Hank sprang up out of bed, grabbed a bathrobe and went to see who it was.  There stood Nick.

“Sorry to wake you guys, but Headmaster Dickerson wants you to come to his study, right away,” said Nick.

“Ok, Nick, we’re on our way.”

The boys got dressed in a hurry (after washing their faces and brushing their teeth. On their way down the steps to the Headmaster’s study, they met Dan, obviously going in the same direction.

“Hi, cousin, hi, Rod. What’s up?” Dan asked.

“Dunno, Dan. Nick just told us to come to Dickerson’s study right away,” Harry said.

When the three got there, they knocked on the door, and were told to come in. Imagine their surprise when they went in and saw George and Mary Cox and Hank’s Aunt Holly (who was also Dan’s mother). The headmaster stood at his desk, and with him was a tall man who was introduced as Tim Pringle, Tom’s dad.

“Mr. Pringle is in the Search and Rescue Department at the Ministry of Enchantment, and he has brought some news I think you all ought to hear,” said Headmaster Dickerson.

“Mrs., Bluster, Dan, I’m afraid I have some sad news for you. You’d better sit down,” Tim Pringle said.

“What is it? Tell us,” Holly said.

“There’s no easy to say this. Herman Bluster is dead!”

“Wha…., how did it happen?” said Holly and Dan in unison.

“I think that maybe Hank and Dan should go into another room. This is pretty gruesome!” Tim continued. “It seems that the London police picked up Herman Bluster last night as he was trying to molest a 15 year old boy.”

“The bastard! Oh, sorry, Aunt Holly, and Mrs. Cox,” said Hank, apologetically.

“Shh. Hank, that’s all right,” the adults said.

“He was taken to the police station and charged with sexual assault on a minor, and put in a cell with some other perpetrators—a couple of and robbers, and a mugger. When they heard the charge against Bluster, they spent the night assaulting him in the same way he would have assaulted the 15-year-old boy. They also tortured him in other ways that I cannot tell you about, and when the police checked on him in the morning, they found him dead.”

“I’m not sorry, I’m glad he’s dead after what he tried to do to me,” said Dan. “He never was a real father to me.”

After a few minutes, Holly said, “I want no part of that man, ever. I want to change my name by deed poll back to my maiden name, Smith. It’s not a fancy name, but it’s a decent English name.”

“Can I change my name to Smith too, Mom?” Dan asked.

“Of course you can, honey,” said Holly.

Headmaster Dickerson spoke up. “This has been a shocking time for all of us, especially the young people.” It’s not that anyone is grieving, but this news has put us all through a lot of stress. Hank, Dan, and Rod, I’m excusing you from classes for the rest of the day. I suggest you go to your rooms and relax. I’ll have some house elves bring up some lunch, and later you can decide whether you want to come to the dining hall for dinner.”

“Now Dan,” the Headmaster went on, “Do you have a friend who can be with you in case you want to talk?

“Well, sir, if it would be possible for …, for …., for Jane Cox to meet me in the library? She’s a …., well, she’s just someone I can talk too easily,…., and besides I did promise to help her with a couple of her spells.”

“Of course, Dan, I understand. I’ll send word to her to meet you in the library,” the Headmaster said and thought to himself, “I think that young lady has already cast a spell or two!” “Now Hank and Rod, will you be all right for the rest of the day?”

“Yes, sir, thank you, sir.” Hank said.

The students were dismissed, with hugs for all the boys from Holly and the Coxes.

When the boys got back to their room, Hank was very quiet.

“What’s wrong, bud?” asked Rod. “Anything I can do?”

“Oh, Rod, just hold me! Nothing’s wrong, but I can’t help wondering what makes people like Herman act the way they do.”

“Nobody knows the reasons why people act as they do, but if I had to take a guess, I would say it was because they never had anyone to love them when they were younger. But what do I know? I’m just a 13 year old kid, with loving parents, and very loving buddy,” said Rod.

As you might surmise, the hug became a full body hug; that led to some groping, and “Thwack!” Their shirts were gone. “Thweck!” Their tee shirts were off. “Thwick!” Their shoes and socks were gone. “Thwock!” Their pants were in a heap on the floor.

Both boys were now wearing nothing but their briefs. Hank had black briefs with gold colored elastic at the waist band. Rod had blue briefs, with silver elastic.

The reader may be pleased, but not surprised, to know that out of the opening of the briefs there appeared engorged penises, with each organ already sporting a pearl of precum on its tip.

“Hank, I want to lick your monster lollipop,” said Rod, with a lascivious look.

“That’s fine with me, because I want to suck your all-day-sucker,” Hank replied, giving his hips a lewd wiggle.

“Thwuck!” The briefs flew into the air, and the boys stood facing each other.

Suddenly, Hank said, “Lean against the wall, Rod. I want to try something I read about.”

“OK, stud-buddy,” said Rod.

 Hank began to levitate and when he was about five feet off the ground, he rotated his body so that his head was facing towards the floor. He floated nearer to Rod, and took Rod’s pole into his mouth, which was practically salivating. This position placed Hank’s peter close to Rod’s eager mouth, and the two studs began to suck each other’s dicks, lick each other’s pricks, lap each other’s precum, swirl around their partner’s helmet, and suck, and lick, and lap some more.

Rod was able to taste and savor Hank’s young body, and his meaty organ.

Hank was able to enjoy Rod’s pole to the fullest.

At one point, Rod also began to levitate, and then the two suckers floated in the air, sometimes Hank on top, sometimes Rod, sometime they lay in the air facing each other.

Their ejaculations were most excellent, enjoyable, euphoric, and entirely draining.

As they gently floated to Hank’s bed where they just lay in each other’s arms, they knew their love for each other was stronger than ever.

To be continued...

Readers: Under no circumstances should you try suspended sex unless you are a wizard. People have died when they have unwisely used ropes. They mistakenly supposed ropes around their bodies would increase their orgasms.

Author’s Note:

Proofreading’s a chore,

With typos galore,

Oh! Such a bore,

But without DD and E,

There’d be even more!

Feedback always welcome:     

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