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

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Chapter 4
Joy in the evening, and a fearsome task in the morning.

8 years later.

The train hurtled through the English countryside. In one of the compartments sat two six foot one, twenty-one year olds, good looking young men. One had black hair and green eyes. The other had red hair and blue eyes. The black haired one had a swimmer’s body, with broad shoulders, and strong arms. The other was built like a wrestler or weightlifter. Both had broad smiles on their faces, and they were holding each other’s hands.

“How much longer until we get to Fogmarts, Hank?” asked Rod.

“About two hours, Rod.”

“Ya think we might have time for a quick one, right here in the carriage,” said Rod, as he squeezed Hank’s package.

“Sounds good, Rod, but maybe we should wait. Ya never know who might come in,” said Hank, returning the squeeze to Rod’s already tenting slacks.

Oh, reader, if we could only see beneath the outer clothing—and why can’t we? After all, this is a story of magic and enchantment.

If we did, we would see Hank wearing black boxers, and beneath that a six inch (when flaccid) cut cock. Rod was wearing red briefs, and his 5½” uncut cock was usually sticking its one eye out of the fly.

Being gentlemen, of course, we would never look, would we? Well, would we?

Hank and Rod were Wizard Life Partners, and wore matching rings, made up of interlocking hearts. They had graduated from Fogmarts several years ago, and were now living in London,m where they had positions in the Trouble Shooting Department of the Ministry of Enchantment.

Their friend Nick Touchstone and his constant companion, Tom Pringle, shared an apartment not far from Hank and Rod. They had positions in the Search and Rescue Department of the Ministry.

Hank’s cousin Dan and Rod’s sister Jane had also graduated from Fogmarts. Dan was also in Search and Rescue, and Jane was helping her parents at The Haven. Dan and Jane had not yet “set the date,” but their friends and well wishers knew it was only a matter of time.

Rod’s two older brothers, Nip and Tuck, were in the Research and Development Department of the Ministry. All eight of the friends were traveling to Fogmarts because the Headmaster had asked them to come down to help with several serious problems.

We might just mention that Dan’s mother, Hollyhock (Holly to her friends), had stayed on at The Haven, where she ran the nursery for those very young children who had been rescued from a life of physical or sexual abuse. In recent years, Friedrich Weis, a German born physician, has been working at The Haven, helping young children, especially mortal children, who have been rescued from all kinds of abuse.

Readers, wouldn’t you know that no sooner had Hank warned Rod they had better keep their hands in their own pockets, because as Hank had said, “Ya never know who might come in,” when there as a knock at the compartment door and Nick and Tom came in. If their smiles had been any wider, they would have run around to the backs of their heads.

“Hey, you two, what are you looking so happy about?” asked Rod.

“Rod, Hank, we want you to know that we are planning to commit our lives to each other and become Wizard Partners for Life,” said Nick.

“The ceremony will be at The Haven in two weeks’ time, on June 6. We hope you and your families will all be there,” Tom added.

“That’s great, and you can bet we’ll be there!” said Hank and he and Rod gave the two guys big

hugs.

Just then, there was another knock at the door, and Dan and Jane also came in, and also wearing big grins.

:”What are you looking so happy about, Dan?” Rod asked.

“Hi, you all,” Dan said. “I am delighted that my Mom is getting married.”

“Who’s the lucky man?” asked Hank.

“It’s Doctor Weis. He’s been helping helping my parents and Holly at The Haven,” said Jane.

“When’s the wedding?” asked Rod.

“It’s going to be on June 5 at the parish church next door to The Haven, and I’m to give my mom away,” said Dan proudly.

“Wow, two happy occasions on two consecutive days,” exclaimed Hank. You know Rod and I wouldn’t miss either celebration.”

Again there was a round of hugs and handshakes, and then a voice was heard from the corridor, “Fogmarts in 15 minutes.”

“Guess we’d all better get our stuff together,” said Nick, and everyone went back to their own compartment.

* * * *

That night.

Hank and Rod came into their room at Fogmarts. As a matteroif fact, it was the same room they had had ten years earlier, when they first discovered and explored and rejoiced in their love for each other.

“Boy, that as a great dinner the Headmaster put out for us, “Hank said. “I’m ready for bed.”

“Not to tired for some loving, are you, stud?” Rod asked.

“Never too tired for loving you,” said Hank.

Just then the windows flew open, the rains poured down, and a sudden gust of wind, blew a veritable torrent of rain into the room, and just as had happened ten years earlier, the two wizards were soaked.

“I’ve been here before,” said Hank. “Where did that storm come from?”

“Hank, this is the tenth anniversary of our first coming together, and I thought I would try to recreate that night,” confessed Rod, a little sheepishly, but also with a lewd look on his face.

“You’ve done that all right, lover,” said Hank. “If I recall correctly, I closed the windows, and you built up the fire.”

“Yeah, and then we got naked,” laughed Rod.

“One-two-three!” said hank.  The window suddenly closed, the curtain drew across the casement, the fire blazed up, and the sodden garments of Hank and Rod flew off their bodies and arranged themselves in drying racks in front of the fireplace.

Hank and Rod stood facing each other in all their erected glory. Hank’s six inch cut cock was no longer flaccid, and now stood proudly at nine inches. Rod’s was also sporting and engorged uncut cock of equal length.

“This is just like that night,” said Hank, “Except I love you even more now than I did then.”

“There is one thing that’s different, Hank,” said Rod. “I want you in me. I want to ride your beautiful pole. I want you to pound my ass.”

“Whatever you say, Rod, provided only that what you want me to do to you, you will do to me later. We are partners, we are not “tops” and “bottoms,” and we are not each other’s bitch sluts. We love each other, and whatever is sauce for the gander, is also sauce for the gander! Heh. heh.”

Rod lay down on the bed on his back, and Hank came and knelt over him, and kissed him on the lips, on the jaw, on the chest, and each nipple. He ran his tongue around the edge of Rod’s nipples. Then he moved down Rod’s abdomen and navel, kissing and licking slowly as he went.

Rod raised his legs in the air, and Hank turned his attention to Rod’s ball sack, and perineum, and then began to lick small circles on Rod’s ass cheeks.

By now Rod was moaning in pleasure, and Hank used his tongue to probe Rod’s hole. Putting some lube on his fingers, he caressed the opening to Rod’s love chute, and began to insert his lubed finger into the hole.

“Don’t stop, Hank,” Rod said. ”Keep it up.”

Hank put a second finger into the opening, and then a third.

“Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me right now. I want to feel your shaft in my tube. OHHH, OOHHH, that feels so great!”

Now Hank began to lube his own throbbing pole. He gently approached Rod’s pucker hole, and gently eased his own instrument of pleasure into the waiting slot.

“That’s great. Keep it up. Keep it up. KEEP IT UP. FUCK ME NOW. NOW. DON’T STOP,” Hank heard Rod say.

Rod’s own peter was thrashing on his belly, leaking precum on to his bush.

Hank leaned over and took the throbbing organ into his mouth, and began to lick the underside of his lover’s penis. He moved his mouth to Rod’s testicles and licked them, then he went back to engulfing Rod’s manhood with his mouth.

From deep within his lusty body, Hank felt his cum rising. It shot out into Rod’s rectum just as Rod lost his own load into Hank’s mouth.

“Thank you, Hank, that was just what I wanted to happen,” gasped Rod.

“Yeah, but it’s my turn now to sit on your own stiff rod, Rod. As soon as you’ve recovered, old man, I’m ready to go,” Hank smirked.

“Old man, am I? You fucker! Just for that I’m gonna pound your ass so hard you wont be able to ride a broom stick, joy-stick, or any other kind of hard rod for a month,” retorted Rod. “Come on, I’m ready to go again. How do you want it?”

“Rod, I want to sit on your power-pack so that I am facing you, and we can kiss and touch each other’s bodies,” Hank said.

Rod sat up straight and lubed his stiff prick, while Hank did the same to his own ass and rosebud.

Then Hank straddled Rod’s legs and slowly lowered himself on to the towering tool that had become a towering inferno of hot-blooded lust and desire.

When Rod was fully in, the two lovers looked at each other and then kissed lightly, then kissed gently, and then kissed passionately. Hank’s tongue invaded Rod’s mouth, then Rod’s tongue tickled Hank’s teeth, then Hank sucked on Rod’s tongue.

Breaking their kiss, Hank lowered his head and used his tongue to trace circles around Rod’s nipples—first one and then the other.

Then Rod used his hand to reach under Hank’s shaft and play with his lover’s balls.

The ejaculations, when they came were simultaneous, body-soaking, and completely satisfying to both.

“Rod, we’ve both had great time, but I think it’s time to clean ourselves up, and get some sleep,” said Hank.

Assuming the traditional 69 position both wizards used their tongues to clean the cum off of each other’s body.

They got into bed, and before they could even say good-night, they were in each other’s arms, and in the arms of Morpheus.

* * * *

The next morning two young wizard-lovers were awakened by a banging on their door.

“Rod? Hank! You’ve got to come now!” they heard Dan shouting. “Jane has disappeared!”

To be continued...

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Posted: 06/15/07