A Dream of Darkness

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between minors. There are also light incest moments between brothers in a few of the chapters. Fairly innocent overall, but if you’re not into that kind of thing, then you know the drill. This story is intended to be geared toward the young friends section set in the modern world, but there are some magical realism moments that become a larger part of the story as the plot progresses.

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Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at an erotica story. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t inspired by a few key writers on the site (they probably know who they are if they happen to stumble across this story). It started out as a one-shot, intended to distract me from the writer’s block I was having while working on a separate, longer story. This story is completed, but I plan on creating some as-of-yet unwritten stories set within this universe (same town, occasional overlapping characters, etc). Also, because I am writing into the void, I have no idea how people might enjoy or not enjoy the story, so if you feel inclined, feel free to shoot me a message at LeviHolland@protonmail.com

Also, also: I like exploring the idea of some first-time stories (gender irrelevant), so if any of you have an idea or personal examples to share that you might want to see turned into a story, feel free to shoot them my way, too. Alright, enough blabbing, here we go…

A Dream of Darkness

- Chapter 1 -

Outside of the town of Misty Pines, Henry Tucker froze as his feet cracked another branch in the forest. A howl echoed across the night, buried under the chirping of insects. Out here there was no glow from the moon, no light from the town. It was all completely swallowed up by the thick nest of woods, leaving him in a dense forest of inky blackness. This kind of darkness felt eternal to Henry, like it had been on the earth since before man. If he wasn't careful, it would consume him whole and never let him go.

He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, and not for the first time, he wondered if he was even awake. There was no path to follow, no signs of life, just the endless woods and the same creep of fog that seemed to hang in the air. Even as he tiptoed carefully, he could hear his mom's voice in the back of his head about going out in the woods by himself. He guessed that she was worried about creepy guys who might have been waiting to steal him in their beaten down vans or maybe she was just worried about bears, but it was a warning Henry and his younger brother Keegan had to endure on more than one occasion. Henry wasn't sure why she always pressed him about it, especially since he was already twelve. He was pretty sure he knew enough about Stranger Danger and wild animals to avoid seeking them out.

Henry paused again, certain he had just heard the hooing of an owl, but as he listened in, the sound didn't quite fit that of an owl. It didn’t sound like any creature Henry had ever heard before. There was a constant, low thrum that rolled over the dead leaves on the ground and resonated through his bones. He followed the direction of the noise as best as he could, using his palms to feel for the rough tree bark so he wouldn't smack his head into the trunk of a tree. Henry guessed he'd traveled another quarter mile, and it wasn't until he'd reached a small clearing that a sliver of pale blue light from the moon exposed a large rock bed and what looked like the entrance to a cave tucked into the stone.

Henry was sure he would have remembered if there was a cave anywhere near the town, especially with the amount of exploring he'd done over the years. He knew he was at a point where he could turn back now and still find his way home without taking another step closer. The deep hum had only grown more intense. He could feel it through the trees and was sure he could feel it through his sneakers. What was worse was the vibrations were now having a deeper effect on him, and he felt himself growing hard in his jeans.

"Great," he muttered to himself. "Perfect timing."

Erections were a part of everyday life, he knew. Sex-ed last year had tried to make that abundantly clear, but it didn't help when they actually sprang up. What they should have taught all the boys, Henry thought, was how to take care of their hard-ons rather than coaching them with useless advice like casually shoving a hand in your pocket to readjust your penis or wrapping a sweatshirt around your waist. Thank god he'd eventually figured out the way to handle them on his own. The past couple months had been a game changer since then. If he wasn't creeped the fuck out, he'd probably have taken care of his little problem right away.

Henry tried to pinch his arm as hard as he could. If this was a dream, maybe that would help snap him out of it. He didn't wake up, but what was more unsettling was how the humming had suddenly stopped. Maybe stopped wasn't the right word. The humming had retreated, and Henry was certain now that the noise had originated from the cave. Somewhere deep within that darkness.

"Heeeenry...."

Henry gave up on pinching and slapped himself hard on the face. Wake up, he thought. Wake up, wake up, wake up.

"Don't be nervous, Henry."

Forget this. He was out. He spun on his heels to sprint as far away from there as possible. If he smacked into some trees on his way back to safety, then so be it. He took one step forward when his body locked up on him. He was stuck.

"I don't like this!" he called out. "Let me go!"

Henry could no longer see the opening of the cave, but the deep vibrations had started again, this time pulsing, growing in strength, as if someone...or something...was moving closer with each step. The misty fog which had given the town its namesake had thickened like coiling fingertips around his ankles and up his knees. Henry swore he could actually feel the fog despite how bad he was trembling.

He found his teeth were chattering and nervously licked his lips.

"What do you want from me?" he dared to ask.

"You, Henry," the voice said. It didn't sound masculine or feminine. It carried no tone. Its sound was like the brush of feathers on his skin. "I want to give you a gift."

A hand gripped his shoulder, and though he couldn't see it, he nearly fainted as pleasure began to pulse through his body. Henry felt the hairs on his neck and arms raise on end, and he shuddered as that same feeling coursed through his groin. If he'd been hard before, he was fucking steel now. Henry tried to shake the feeling away, because while it felt good—hell, it felt more incredible than anything he'd experienced before—something felt so disturbing about where the pleasure was coming from.

"It's okay to relax, Henry," the voice whispered, so close to his ear. It started to coat him like a thick blanket. "It's okay to let go."

"Please don't hurt me," Henry whispered in return.

The voice seemed to laugh as the mist and pleasure swallowed him up. He tried to take a breath, but his lungs had seized up. Tears began to fill his eyes as Henry tried to think of a way to escape, but he couldn't move! Couldn't cry for help! Couldn't take a breath! He thought for certain that he was about to explode, and his body would rip into pieces, when--

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"Unngh…"

Henry's dick was going nuts as his eyes sprang open. He was laying in his bed as sunlight blinded him through his bedroom window. His heart was racing and his sweaty black hair was matted to his head. Sitting up in bed, Henry moved his covers back until his pajama bottoms came into view. A large wet patch had soaked through the cloth bottoms where his erection pressed up against it, still twitching and incredibly sensitive as his orgasm faded.

Four months ago, Henry'd had his first wet dream, but it hadn't felt anything as intense as this one had. This one seemed to be lingering a lot longer, and Henry couldn't remember ever cumming more than he was in this moment.

He jumped out of his bed to check that he hadn't stained his sheets before changing out of his pajama bottoms. That had been an awkward enough conversation to have with his dad when Henry was convinced he'd pissed the bed. His dad had been just as embarrassed and tiptoed around a lot of the specifics, which ultimately just meant that Henry had to endure an even longer conversation as his dad tried to re-explain himself several times.

To make matters worse, his ten-year-old brother Keegan had tried pestering him multiple times that same day about what they were so serious about in his bedroom. He was a good younger brother, but sometimes Henry wished he would mind his own business better.

Henry stripped out of his pajama bottoms before burying them a few clothes down in his hamper. No need to have the smell of cum wafting through his bedroom. Before grabbing a fresh pair of boxers, Henry took a moment to check out his softening penis. It hung about two inches, and the pubes around the outer edges of his dick seemed to be filling in a little more. He found it funny that he'd gone his whole life without ever really noticing what was going on down below, and then all at once it seemed like he'd grown a few of his hairs without ever spotting the first.

The dream that had sparked this wet dream had felt so real, between him walking through the forest, feeling the vibrations of the ground, and that disembodied voice. Even in memory it sent chills down his spine.

By the time Henry stepped into the kitchen having showered, combed his hair, and brushed his teeth, his younger brother had already gotten on the bus. His mom was still in the kitchen, grabbing her laptop and a few other supplies for work.

"Finally," she said, "Wasn't sure I'd even see you before I had to leave."

"Sorry, terrible dream," he said and grabbed a glass to fill with orange juice.

"Well, all better now," she said, only half paying attention as she read through a couple messages on her phone. Once she left for work in the city, she wouldn't be back until nearly six in the evening. Henry's dad worked similar hours, only he had to leave even earlier in the morning. Before leaving, Henry gave her a kiss goodbye and grabbed the rest of his belongings for school.

Misty Pines was an okay place to live, Henry thought. It was a small town tucked away in a little valley between the Virginian mountains, but that was part of the charm. The weather was comfortable most months, and they weren't teased with only a few short days of fall and spring. The only problem was that things were just a bit...boring sometimes. You had to be creative enough to make your own fun. Sometimes that meant pick up games with a few kids from down the street, hanging out at the swimming hole on hot days, or going exploring through the woods. Except maybe he would hold off on his treks through the forest for the time being.

Misty Pines Middle was just on the outside of town, a feeder school for a couple other local small town communities. As Henry made his way off the bus, he walked toward the common area until he found his best friend, Aiden standing alone in the courtyard. They hadn't met until the previous year in 6th grade, but right away they hit it off. Henry felt like he could share anything with Aiden. Well, almost anything. The only thing he didn't really go into detail about with his friend was how ridiculously good looking Henry thought the blond boy was.

At the start of their friendship, Henry struggled to understand why he'd felt a little goofy in his chest when he was around Aiden. Being with his friend was also the first time Henry could remember springing a boner out of the blue. It wasn't until a few months later he started connecting the dots and realized he was attracted to his friend. The boy had a scruffy head of unkempt, pale blond hair, was a bit on the short end of average, and had a mischievous smirk that took residence on his face. He had never gotten into any real trouble, but Henry had always found himself a willing partner in crime on a number of pranks over the past year.

"Dude, you'll never believe this," Aiden said, waving him over and nearly hopping between feet. "Take a look at what Tyler did to his hair last night."

Henry looked to where Aiden pointed to see Tyler, one of the jocks from the jv basketball team, leaning against the wall. Beside him, another girl from their grade, Molly, was practically hanging off Tyler's arm as he mostly ignored her and talked with his friends. Henry saw what Aiden was referring to immediately. Yesterday, Tyler had a full mullet that hung pretty shaggy in front of his face. Today, it looked like the sides had been completely shaved away on both ends.

"No way," Henry said.

"I know. Totally stupid, right? Also, could Molly the Slut be any more obvious today? Her tits are basically hanging out."

Molly was commonly ogled by the boys in the school, mostly due to her early start through puberty and suspected promiscuity.

Not for the first time Henry had to push down the pang in his chest. While Henry knew he was 100% undeniably gay, he was also about as sure as you could be that Aiden was straight. It didn't change much at all about their friendship, really, but a friendship was all that it would ever be. That was okay with him. To Henry, their friendship was the most important thing he had. He wouldn't ever want to ruin that.

"Totally," Henry agreed, and the two laughed, hanging out until the first bell rang across the courtyard.

The start of the day was a breeze but a bore. Math sucked, but what else was new? Algebra always made Henry a bit frustrated and fuzzy when dealing with numbers and letters together. Several times he'd tried stealing glances at the work Suzie Lee was doing, but whenever she'd catch him peering his head over, she'd cover her paper and turn away from him.

Later on in reading, the class had started their presentations for the book reports they’d been preparing over the past three weeks. Most of these Henry wanted to doze through, but some of his more attractive classmates, like Max and Asher, would give him plenty to eye-bang when it was their turn. It was too bad they were both almost guaranteed to be as straight as an iron rod.

Why weren’t any of the crazy hot boys also gay? Henry sighed to himself. He knew Asher played soccer, and even though he wasn't buff in the traditional sense, his arms and legs looked really nice from the toning and warm sun. Henry wasn't sure if Max played any sports, but he had one of those faces that was pleasing on all sides, full lips, a set of blue eyes with dark hair, along with a smattering of freckles. Oh yeah, he certainly wouldn't mind having an excuse to stare at the two of them during their projects. Instead he had to suffer through Rachael stumbling over her words as she tried to explain the nuances of whatever story she’d been handed.

Henry's stomach was grumbling nonstop by the time lunch rolled around, and he grabbed an extra snack from the tray to go with his burger. The cafeteria was already a chaotic mess of people narrowly missing each other with their lunch trays as they tried to find their friends. Aiden was at the same table they usually kept for their friends, already chowing down on a heaping plate of salad. It was always he and Henry who first arrived at the lunch tables.

"What is it with you and your salads?" Henry asked.

"Hey!" Aiden said through a mouthful of lettuce and ranch. "I gotta maintain alllll this, or I'll never get any before high school!"

Through Aiden's talking, a bit of ranch trickled out on his lip, the white smear fueling enough of Henry's imagination to burn his cheeks alive.

"You good, dude? Not getting sick, are you?"

Henry blinked out of his fever dream and coughed to clear his throat before opening his milk. "Pssh, as if. May wanna lick your lip, though, you slob."

"Like this?" Aiden asked before over exaggerating his tongue around his lips. "Oh Jessica, oh Molly, you turn me on soooo much!" The result gave him the equivalent of a sloppy ranch mustache and goatee.

"Gross!" Henry shouted and laughed. He tossed one of his napkins Aiden's way.

When Aiden was finished wiping his lips, he gave them a loud smack before eating more salad. "Seriously though, are you good? You seemed a little off when you first got to school. Keegan's not being an asshole, is he?"

Memories of the cave and the shadowy hand on Henry's shoulder flashed through his mind. He shook the thought away before it gave him the heebie jeebies. He considered sharing the dream with his friend, but wasn't sure how much detail he wanted to go in. They were best friends, so of course they had talked about things that were personal with each other. He and Aiden had stayed up late during several past sleepovers talking about jerking off and cumming, and even though they'd never seen each other naked, they both shared when their first pubes started coming in. His nightmare just didn't have the same naughty vibe that the other stuff did.

"I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well last night."

Henry wasn't sure, but he thought he might've seen a small break in Aiden's smile, like he'd just remembered something he'd forgotten about entirely. The small blond boy shifted a bit in his seat before throwing on his trademark smirk. Within seconds, Aiden was back to his normal goofy self. It wasn't long before they were joined by a few of their other lunch table mates, and the rest of the time passed talking about baseball, Fortnite, and their lame ass homework they were given that day.

The rest of Henry's classes blurred by, and before he knew it, the day was done and he was loading up onto the bus to head home. He plugged in his earbuds before scrolling through his phone and finding his favorite pop station on Spotify. Halfway through the ride back, Henry stretched and tried to suppress a huge yawn that welled up inside. His eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned his head against the window. Drifting off to the sounds of Billie Eilish, Henry felt like he was plunging headfirst into a deep sleep.

"Heeeenry..." It was the voice. He was back at the cave. Back in the darkness. "Remember, Heeeenry..."

"Yo, Henry!"

Someone slapped his shoulder, and Henry snapped awake as the bus's brakes squealed to a stop at his street corner. One of his earbuds was dangling from his shoulder, and he wiped some drool away with the back of his hand. A boy named Ben from down the street was standing in the aisle blocking a smaller sixth grade girl who kept trying to slip around him unsuccessfully.

"Must've fallen asleep," Henry mumbled.

"Yeah, no shit," Ben said. "Time to go."

Henry folded up his headphones and grabbed his bag before stepping off the bus. The sun would still be up for a few hours more, but it was hidden behind a thick blanket of gray clouds. Thunder rumbled off in the distance. There was little chance of playing outside now, he thought. Instead he bee-lined for his house, opening the front door with his latchkey. This was the second year Henry and his brother had both been given a key. The rule was that Keegan had to come straight home, let himself in before locking the door behind him, and then wait for Henry to get there before going back out again.

"I'm home!" he called out.

From the sounds of the television in the living room, Keegan had already made himself comfortable. Henry went to his bedroom to drop off his book bag before grabbing a soda on his way past the kitchen. He found Keegan in a pair of gym shorts and a loose t-shirt watching an old rerun of Teen Titans as Robin and the gang leapt into action to fight a group of baddies.

"Want a chip?" Keegan asked as Henry took a seat on the far side of the couch.

"Sure!" Henry grabbed a handful and cracked open the soda he brought with him.

Henry watched the cartoon with his brother and tried talking about school, but it didn't take long for their conversation to die down and his mind to fixate on the dream from the night before and the brief return to that place on the bus. He thought he remembered watching some video on Youtube about dreams being reflections of one’s subconscious, but were recurring dreams a thing? And if that was the case, he didn't have much clue how to prevent them from happening.

Dreams couldn't hurt him, he knew that. Maybe it would be okay to let himself enjoy the parts of the dream that HAD been good. For one, he'd came. Like a lot. And that had been a pretty intense feeling. Normally when he came, it was a quick spurt or two, and even then most of it was pretty watery. He'd noticed that in the past few weeks his cum seemed to be a little whiter than usual. He knew that meant he was making real sperm now.

Beside him, Keegan kept shifting on the couch, moving his bowl of chips to the side, and then shifting again before tucking his feet up underneath himself.

"What's got you all antsy?" Henry asked.

"Nothing, sorry," his brother mumbled, trying to refocus on the show.

Thinking about cumming had the inevitable effect of making Henry hard, and he tried to casually adjust himself from within his pants pocket, pointing himself upward as best he could. The vibrations from the dream had been the most intense when the creature had placed its hand on Henry's shoulder. That was when he could feel the pleasure coursing through his entire body, growing and pulsing, growing and pulsing. There was something the voice had said, as well, something about wanting to gift him with something.

Henry was just about to excuse himself from the couch to go take care of Little Henry in the privacy of his bathroom when Keegan let out a soft shudder beside him.

"It...oh," Keegan whispered and stared directly down at his gym shorts. His brother's face was flushed and his eyes unfocused. Henry spotted a small tent poking against his brother's shorts that kicked several times against the fabric. Keegan was breathing like he'd just sprinted throughout the house as the pulsing in his shorts slowed to a stop.

Holy shit, Henry thought. Did his brother just have an orgasm right beside him?

"Uhh," Henry stuttered, his dick painfully hard in his jeans. "I'll be right back. Need to use the bathroom."

He practically sprinted off the couch, and the moment he closed the door behind him, Henry unsnapped his jeans and shook them and his boxers down to his knees. His dick was a leaky mess, and a strand of precum dripped off the tip before falling to the bathroom floor. Henry closed a hand around his four-inch cock and nearly came right then. The combination of remembering the dream while his brother had his cum right beside him was too much. Within a quick flurry of strokes, Henry couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips as his orgasm struck, spraying his watery load against the seat of the toilet.

Henry stepped back until he was leaning against the sink counter as his orgasm died down. He hadn't been awake for the one this morning, but this had been a top 5 explosion for sure. He wiped his cummy hand with a few pieces of tissue paper before flushing them down the toilet.

Now that the sexual urge ripping through him had faded, Henry wasn't sure what to think. On one hand, he had found it incredibly hot to see another boy in the throes of pleasure, but on the other hand that boy was his ten-year-old brother. There was a guilty part of him that secretly wondered whether that had been his brother's first ever orgasm. The last time they'd seen each other naked was in the bath nearly four years ago. Back then, Henry didn't have the faintest clue of what sex really was or the joys his penis could bring him. It had actually been really embarrassing the times when he'd grown hard by accident in front of Keegan even though his brother had it happen occasionally as well. He doubted his brother had much more knowledge now than Henry had then.

Not only that, but there was the incredible coincidence of it all. Was it just by chance that the moment Henry had remembered the words about a gift from his dream, remembered and relived the intense pleasure he'd felt, that his brother had an orgasm? Henry knew that sounded silly, stupid even. His brother had probably just gotten hard and overwhelmed by the feeling of his penis rubbing against his gym shorts.

It conflicted him on all levels, and when Henry finally unlocked the door to leave the bathroom, he went to his room the rest of the afternoon without returning to the living room with his brother…

- End of Part 1 -

Thank you for reading if you made it this far into the story. Again this is my first time writing an erotic story even if I’ve read plenty over the years. Feel free to send me some feedback or if you enjoyed it (LeviHolland@protonmail.com).

The other parts of the story are essentially done, just doing some last bits of tweaking and clean up. Stay tuned!

-Levi