A Dream of Darkness

By Levi Holland

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A Dream of Darkness

- Chapter 3 -

Okay, so math class was still boring as hell. In fact, Henry had been so distracted by struggling to learn the lesson of the day that he'd nearly forgotten about the incident outside. The potential power to give people boners and make them cum was cool, but nothing killed a boner more to Henry than math. A + B did not equal sexy time.

After giving up hope of ever learning algebra before he was feeble-minded, Henry made his way to his reading class, something he was actually decent with. Not only that, but they were still in the middle of giving their projects. Normally, Henry thought this would've been boring, but now he figured it was the perfect time to test his new theory.

He sat in one of the back rows as his classmates filled in around him. Their teacher, Ms. Jackson, was busy with roll call as they came in, and finally after announcing the start of class, they were ready to begin.

Henry stole a quick glance around at the students in the room. About half of the class were boys, and not all of them were what Henry would call attractive. Some were a bit overweight, some just had uninteresting faces, and others were spotted with bad bouts of acne, but there were a few standouts, Asher and Max being at the top of his mental list. He'd already spent a number of nights pounding away at the thought of both of these boys, Asher in his soccer uniform, and Max stripped down either in tighty-whities or nothing at all. Both were sexy in their own ways.

If he really had the ability to affect peoples’ arousal, Henry had every intention of seeing just how far he could push it with these two.

"Remember," Ms. Jackson called out to the class, "we are respectful while people are sharing. You will lose points from your grade if this becomes a problem."

"Yes, Ms. Jackson," the class halfheartedly agreed.

"Myra, come on up, dear," Ms. Jackson said.

As Myra went to the large flat screen at the front of the class to present her project, Henry tried to remember all the similarities between what happened between Keegan and the boy from the bench. It seemed like the effects began each time Henry had gotten turned on in some way. That was easy enough to do. Even a gentle touch, whether sexual or not, was enough to chub him up sometimes.

Henry leaned forward over his desk so he could casually trail his fingers lightly across his nipples through his shirt. Within seconds, his nipple was pressing back against him. Soon after, Henry felt his dick come to life but ignored it for now.

At his house, he hadn't intentionally been focusing on Keegan the first time, so maybe the feeling had naturally bled out of him. This morning, however, he knew he'd been targeting the boy outside. Maybe the same would happen if he focused on one of his classmates.

Two rows ahead of him was Max Stanfield, a boy he had zero trouble fantasizing about at home. It was simple enough for Henry to maintain eye contact without being too obvious since most people were either looking up at Myra presenting her project or ignoring everyone all together. In his mind, Henry imagined Max's blue eyes and freckled face. Having spent every day of the school year in class together, Henry knew that Max's voice hadn't broken yet. He'd be shocked if Max had any pubes at all, or if he did, there couldn't have been much, similar to his own. Henry felt his arousal increase and directed those thoughts toward his classmate.

Almost immediately, Henry noticed a flush creep onto Max's face as he shifted his hands toward his pockets. It looked like Max was reaching inside to casually adjust himself, although Henry thought it was incredibly obvious what he must be doing if anyone had been paying the slightest attention to him.

Myra rambled on in the background about Hatchet as Henry watched Max start to fiddle with himself. He hadn't encouraged that behavior at all but couldn't say he was disappointed to see the cute, horny boy lightly touching himself, even if clothed. That thought gave him a different idea, however.

Henry concentrated on Max again and willed him to snap his fingers. Nothing. Hmm...maybe if he added something dirty to his thoughts.

He tried again while imagining Max resting on his knees giving Henry a blowjob, and still nothing. Okay, so the ability didn't seem to involve any kind of mind control, but it was clear that Henry was having some kind of effect on the preteen ahead of him. Inside his pants, he could feel himself starting to make precum and hoped that he wouldn't stain through his clothes.

As Myra finished up her project, the class politely clapped as she sat back down. Ms. Jackson looked at her clipboard before calling out, "Max, you're up."

The boy's shocked expression told Henry everything he needed to know. It was the dreaded feeling every boy faced when dealing with a hard-on at the worst possible time. His hands were still stuffed in his shorts pockets.

The boy's treble voice spoke up. "Could I actually go after a few more people?"

"What?" Ms. Jackson asked. "There's no need to be nervous. Everybody’s got to share eventually."

"It's just..." He faltered for a moment. "I've got a really bad stomach ache, and I was hoping to use the bathroom first."

Ms. Jackson sighed. "Very well. Go on, but your turn is coming up next."

Won't be the only thing cumming, Henry thought to himself as Max stood up to leave. Before Henry could seal the deal, however, Ms. Jackson surprised him by calling up Asher instead.

The soccer player stepped confidently to the front of the room. Asher was someone he had seen naked on the way to the gym showers, and even though the glances had been brief, Asher was smokin' hot. He was tall, lean, and had the perfect amount of bulk to Henry. He had the type of haircut that was shaved on the edges but kept a little long on top. He also seemed to be a little further into puberty than Henry would have guessed, with a small patch of pubes above his dick. Asher's voice was like his own, definitely starting to drop, but it still carried a husky tone that made Henry's heart flutter. Asher's skin was beautifully sun-kissed as well, and he had an effortless tan that only stopped at his waist and upper thighs. Before today, Henry would have done anything to spend some one-on-one time with this Adonis of a boy, but this might be just as good.

Asher started talking to the class about his project on Maniac Magee while Henry started fixing his thoughts back on his own arousal. He chanced a hand down between his legs and gave himself a soft squeeze while hoping nobody would notice. The feeling made his eyes roll for a brief moment, but it was enough to kick things into gear. He'd wilted briefly once Ms. Jackson had interrupted him, but it didn't take long for Henry to steel up inside his pants.

Asher paused mid-sentence and briefly cast his eyes down before continuing. Henry watched as a bulge began to take shape. Asher's penis must have already been pointed at an angle, because as he continued to grow, his erection stretched diagonally in his jeans, at least four-and-a-half inches, Henry guessed. It looked thicker than expected, too. Henry thought he heard one of the boys a couple rows over snicker to himself, but a quick, terse cough from Ms. Jackson silenced him. Henry watched as Asher tried to pivot his body away from the class rather than face them head on.

He felt like he'd been close to getting a result with Max, but now it was time to see how far he could push someone. Asher had started to speak faster as his discomfort grew, and Henry let his thoughts trail to Asher's naked torso. He imagined Asher having just the tiniest strands of armpit hair and imagined what it would feel like to stick his nose in there, to take a sniff before running his tongue along Asher's chest and teasing the boy's nipples.

Henry could feel a painful swelling in his own dick. He'd need to get relief of his own soon if he didn't hurry this along.

At the front of the class, Asher started to breathe heavily as he spoke, and Henry knew he was so close. Just another little push. In his mind, he was grabbing Asher on either side of his face before smashing his lips against the boy's, sliding his tongue between his lips to meet Asher's own. Frenching was something he had fantasized about often, and it seemed the mental kiss was enough to push Asher over the edge.

The preteen's eyes fluttered closed and he gasped as he shook in place. Henry watched as the obvious bulge pressing against Asher's pants began to jump.

The class stared on in shock, some realizing right away what happened, while others looked on in concern and confusion.

"Are you alright?" Ms. Jackson asked, her cheeks tinged through her makeup.

"I...I made a mess," Asher confessed. He reached down and pressed a palm against the front of his pants which sent another brief shudder through him. When he pulled away, there was a growing wet spot quickly spreading against the front.

Ms. Jackson stammered a few times before clearing her throat. "It's perfectly alright. It's a natural reaction. Mr. Jones, just excuse yourself to the bathroom, and clean yourself up."

Henry couldn't believe it. He'd nearly creamed his own pants just watching the ordeal take place. If he'd had any doubts before, they were 100%, absolutely gone. He really could turn people on enough to make them cum, but how? He pinched himself on the arm to make sure he wasn't somehow dreaming. If this was real, did that mean the voice from his dream was somehow real as well? What was going on?

By the time Max came back in, he ducked his reddened cheeks down as he headed back to his desk. It was clear he'd crossed Asher's path in the hallway. Henry could only imagine what Max's thoughts might have been after seeing the wetness on Asher's pants. The rest of the class passed by in an awkward silence, save for the few presenters left to go. When Asher returned nearly forty minutes later in a different set of jeans, Henry guessed he'd had to call and wait on one of his family members to bail him out. He ended up giving the class a guilty smile and a half shrug, which Henry was certain only managed to raise Asher's cool factor with everyone by 100.

Later when Henry walked into the lunch room, he was surprised to see his friend Aiden had shown up to school after all. He was already seated next to their buddy Cody. Although Aiden was in a different set of classes than Henry, it was clear the word had spread about Asher's accident.

"Sorry I missed you earlier,” Aiden said, “Dentist appointment. Is it true Asher straight up jizzed his pants?"

Henry nodded, feeling a bit of the same naughtiness from earlier creep into him.

"I think I would probably die if that happened to me," Cody said.

"Are you kidding?" Aiden asked. "Getting to cum in school and not get in trouble? I bet he thought it was great."

"I heard he ran out of the classroom in tears," Cody said.

"Not true," Henry said and explained what had happened to Asher, minus all the sex urges he'd directed Asher's way.

After he'd finished explaining, Aiden had a smirk on his face. "I'll tell you what, all this talk has me boned up for sure."

"Dude! TMI," Cody said in mock disgust, but he briefly darted his eyes downward to Aiden's crotch.

Henry could tell by the way Cody reacted that he might have been horny as well. It occurred to Henry that he might have unintentionally affected his two friends with his mind when telling them the story. He'd have to be careful if that was the case.

"What?" Aiden protested. "Don't lie and say you don't want to spank it after hearing that story."

Cody said nothing but was instead very interested in stuffing his face with his burger and not adding to the conversation.

"It was hard not to," Henry confessed. "After Asher came, I think every boy in there who knows about jacking off needed to take care of things."

"Who DOESN'T know about jacking off?" Aiden blurted loud enough to draw a few glances his way.

"Can we stop talking about this?" Cody said through a mouth full of burger. "It's ruining my appetite."

"Clearly," Aiden said.

Henry laughed, and pretty soon the lunch period had ended. Henry found he didn't have much of a chance to test any more of his power during the day, and before he knew it, he was once again on the bus, taking his usual seat at the window halfway back. He wondered if he might even be able to use his power on some of the cute boys there, but it was tough to concentrate with all the commotion and the bumpy ride back. Instead, Henry resigned himself to listening to his music until the bus squealed to a stop on his street.

When Henry got home, he came into the house to hear the familiar sound of the television. It was blaring a little louder than usual, so after dropping off his book bag, Henry went to go admonish his younger brother. In the living room, a blanket was thrown over Keegan's midsection, and Henry could see the telltale sign of a hand bopping up and down beneath the blanket. The smaller boy hadn't noticed Henry standing in the doorway. Keegan was staring at the TV, his face a concentrated mix of pain and pleasure.

"You keep cranking it like that, and you'll rip it off," Henry joked.

Keegan jumped in surprise, snatching his hand out from underneath the blanket. Keegan's little boner still made a tent against the cloth material. When Keegan saw it was Henry, he relaxed and gave a small laugh.

"You said make sure I do it in private, right?"

"You're right," Henry said. "I'll give you some space." He was about to step away when a thought entered his mind. "How long have you been jacking off?"

"Pretty much right after I got home. I'm getting MUCH better at orgasms." Keegan wiggled his eyebrows at Henry, who laughed at his brother's cute dorkiness.

"Just be sure to give it a rest from time to time. And keep an eye on the clock!"

"'Kay," his brother called back, already slipping his hand back beneath the blanket, and Henry retreated to his room.

Ahh, the weekend, Henry thought. There was nothing like a whole two days off from the slavery that was school. With the weather being so nice outside, Henry considered going to the swimming hole out in the woods on Saturday or Sunday. He hadn't decided on whether he might go alone or take Keegan with him. If he took his brother, he'd end up having to stick around and play babysitter rather than enjoy his time there. Maybe he'd be able to sneak away without Keegan even realizing he was gone. Henry had a feeling that his brother would be plenty enough distracted with himself for the foreseeable future.

That night, Henry once again had a dreamless sleep. He still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched, but when he would glance out the window, nothing would ever be there. He knew he must be imagining things, but then again, something had awakened this power within him. Henry had started cooking up some shenanigans he might be able to pull off. He was only partly concerned by the possible ethics of what he was doing. He figured he wasn't really hurting anybody or making them do anything against their will...mostly, anyway.

His town was filled with a plethora of hot boys, and even though most of them had to be straight, his ability would give him the chance to at least continue fueling his own fantasies for months, if not years to come.

Saturday morning rolled around, and it was HOT hot. Henry had to take the trash out to the can at the road, and even though it wasn't even noon yet, he could feel the beginning of sweat trickling down his neck. Down the street, Henry spotted a couple of the neighborhood kids in loose shirts and bathing suits riding their bikes, presumably on their way to the swimming hole.

On his way back in, Henry found his mom working online at the island in the kitchen. He could hear his dad mowing the grass in the backyard as a bit of grass and gravel sprayed against the side of the house.

"Mom, is Keegan around?"

She shrugged. "I think he's spent most of the morning in his room. Why, you need him?"

"Not really," he said. "I was just hoping to go swimming."

"It is hot," she said and cast a glance out the backdoor window to where his dad was. "You'll be back when?"

"Uhh...I don't know," he answered honestly.

"I don't want you getting burned. At least grab some sunscreen before you go. A few hours at most, okay?"

"Okay, got it." He had already started to walk away when she called him back.

"And Henry?"

"I know, Mom," he said. "Don't wander off alone."

After putting on his swimsuit back in his bedroom, Henry headed out the backdoor and waved goodbye to his dad before grabbing his bike from the ground. Once he'd unlocked the gate at the fence, Henry pedaled out until he hit the curb and began making his way to the swimming hole. The best part about where the little pond was positioned was all the different people Henry got to see. Some went to his middle school, but there were just as many older elementary students or even high schoolers, although there seemed to be less of them the older they got. Henry couldn't ever remember the last time he'd seen many 11th and 12th graders. He knew that's what happened when you got older, though. Little kid stuff was in the past and you moved on to more mature activities. What that was, Henry couldn't say, but like all mysteries of life, he was sure it would be revealed to him one day.

When he reached the edge of the neighborhood, Henry pulled the bike off the curb and continued pedaling through the tire-tracked mud that led to the woods. As the shade loomed over him, offering a slight reprieve from the sun, Henry was reminded of the cave that had presented itself in his dreams. Was there really something like that buried deep within the endless woods? Perhaps he would check some other time. Henry led his bike along the familiar path down to the swimming hole, and before breaking through the treeline, he could already hear the joyous sounds of squealing and laughter and party music blaring from a Bluetooth speaker.

The swimming hole was always a bit misrepresented by its name. In truth, it was more like a miniature lake that offered plenty of space for the youth in the area. Henry propped his bike against a tree at the top of the hill that led down to a gritty beach that was a mix of sand and gravel. Around him, the swimming hole was busy on all sides. Up on the diving rock, a string of boys and girls were waiting their turn to leap down into the chilly pool below. A few others waded in the waters, splashing each other or talking while they floated. A handful of teenage girls in skimpy bathing suits were laying out on towels while soaking in the sun as a few older boys kept stealing surreptitious glances at their barely covered breasts and tanned thighs.

Henry was on his way to the water when he was approached by a shirtless boy with milky, pale skin wearing a pair of deep navy blue swim trunks. Pssh, Henry thought, and my Mom was worried about me getting roasted.

"Hey," the boy greeted him. "You looking for someone here?"

I am now, he thought. Henry was immediately in love with the way the sunlight reflected off the boy's blue eyes. His dirty blonde hair looked like a mix of messy and styled, swept over to one side.

"Uh, umm, yes," Henry stammered and cleared his throat. "Actually, no. I'm here by myself. I'm Henry."

"Aleks," the boy said, "with a k."

"Dude, that's so," Henry said, and shook his head, at a loss for words with this boy.

"Lame?" he asked.

"What!? No! I was gonna say cool."

The pale boy shrugged once but smiled. "I've gotten used to it. I like the name Henry, too. It sounds nice to say."

Aleks was about a half foot shorter than Henry. The boy posed with his hands on his hips, giving Henry the opportunity to check him out in full. He lacked a defined chest or any noticeable abs, but he wasn't skinny to the point of being all ribs. Despite the absence of muscles, Aleks presented himself with utter confidence.

"Do you, uhh, want to go swim?" Henry asked, gesturing to the lake as one of the bigger boys did a can-opener splash as he jumped from the diving rock. "With me?"

"I thought you'd never ask. I'm burning up out here!"

Henry was about to say something like how the boy wasn't even sweating, but his new friend had already sprinted off toward the murky lake waters. Henry sure felt the heat, though, and after he'd pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it at his feet, he sprinted after Aleks.

The two boys waded through the water, splashing each other as they swam out to the diving rock. Climbing the slope that led to the rock cliff was easy enough. The two boys made note of the slick spots as they moved their way up, eventually coming to the back of the line. After a few jumps, Henry and Aleks were at the front. The twenty foot plunge always seemed more terrifying one you were staring down the barrel and preparing to take the leap of faith.

"It's uhh, a little higher than it looks," Aleks chuckled, peering over the edge with a hand over his eyes like the fall was miles below. Henry noticed the air on their wet bodies was making Aleks shiver a bit.

"You've done this before, right?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow toward the gorgeous boy beside him.

"Yeah, duh, of course I have," Aleks said, but Henry noticed the way Aleks cradled his arms together.

"Well..." Henry suggested, "I've always heard that jumping with someone next to you is more fun."

Behind them a boy from his gym class told them to jump or he was going to start pushing people. "Let's move it, Tucker, before we're all grandparents here!"

"Can it, Charlie!" Henry shot back. To Aleks, Henry asked, "Well, how about it? Jump at the same time?"

"I guess that'd be alright."

"On three?"

Aleks paled a bit as he looked over the water's edge, but he gave a wobbly smile and nodded.

"One," Henry said.

In a shaky breath, Aleks said, "Two."

"Three!" they both shouted together and leaped forward into the sunlight.

To Henry, it felt like the world had slowed around him as he flew through the air. He turned his head to catch a glimpse of Aleks in free fall behind him, sporting a face that seemed to be grinning through the fear the boy must have felt. It didn't really seem like the time or place, but it occurred to Henry just a moment before he plunged through the dark, chilly waters that Aleks's armpits were completely smooth.

The shock of water against his skin nearly took Henry's breath away as he sank into the waters. A heartbeat later, he heard the muffled swoosh of another body beside him before Aleks's arm slammed against Henry’s side. Aleks bumped him again as he tried to reorient himself, but with much less force, and Henry felt the boy take his hand in his own, interlacing their fingers together.

Despite the chill, Henry's heart did a few loop-de-loops, and he felt his penis go from 0 to 60 in three seconds. When they broke the surface of the water, Aleks dropped Henry's hand and sputtered out some of the lake water before giving him a shy smile.

"Confession time. That might have actually been my first time jumping," Aleks said with a sheepish smile.

"Duh, you think?" Henry jested and they both cracked up laughing. Even Alek's laugh rang in Henry's ears like the sound of soft bells.

Aleks dived forward and started pretend wrestling Henry, who grabbed the boy by the wrists as they tugged and flopped around in the water. Henry tried to will his erection to go down, but the cold water didn't seem to have any effect. He didn't want to have an embarrassing brush up with his new friend and have him think he was a pervert. Actually, he didn't mind the first part of that idea, but Henry didn't want it to come across the wrong way. Instead, he thought it would be better to excuse himself for a few minutes and relieve the pressure privately instead.

"Hey, uhh, I'll be right back," Henry said. He reached down to point himself upward in his swimming trunks and hoped they wouldn't stick out too obviously.

"Where are you going, taking a piss? I could go, too."

"No, no," Henry said quickly. "Not exactly. It's fine, I'll be back in like five minutes."

"Okay..." Aleks said, shrugging as he floated in the water and watched Henry depart for the gravel shore.

Henry knew of a secluded spot off the main trail where he’d spent plenty of private time in the past. A few dead twigs snapped under his bare feet as he climbed upward until he was out of sight from the others at the swimming hole. Over the crest, the ground became layered with thick moss, and the gravelly soil gave way to smooth rock bed. His feet thanked him as they walked across the softer ground.

He reached his spot near a small ledge that would give him a vantage point should anyone else approach. Lowering his damp trunks, he freed his erection and was just about to tug away when a shuffling sound from below the ledge caught his attention.

Crawling towards the edge of the drop off, Henry chanced a peek over the top and was stunned by what he saw. Laying against the wall of the rock face with his legs spread open was an eighth grader he recognized from the school’s basketball team. Jake Anderson had short, curly red hair both on top and below, with a thick-looking dick curving upward at least five-and-a-half inches and a ball sack that hung much lower than Henry's. The freckles that littered his face also covered his arms and chest, creeping down to the top of his coppery pubic patch. His swimsuit was already shucked to the side as he held his cock in his hand. The head already looked an angry purple, but Henry wasn’t sure if that was because of Jake’s skin tone or not.

In his free hand, Jake scrolled through images on his phone of what seemed like naked women, but Henry never saw the appeal. He’d only ever looked at a couple pictures of breasts online when he was still trying to get what was so special about girls that all his friends yapped on about. He decided after a failed masturbation attempt that dicks were just way more interesting to him.

Jake switched apps to the familiar yellow bell of Snapchat, while Henry stuck his hand past the waistband of his swim trunks to grab his cock. Even though it was nowhere near the size of Jake's, he didn't care and shuddered as desire flooded his body. God, he needed to cum so bad. Regular porn had nothing on the hot teen wanking in front of him.

Jake started making a video to one of his contacts as he stroked up and down his long cock. The way Jake did it involved twisting his palm over the top to rub in whatever precum was there before working his way back down. Memo to me, Henry thought. Feeling safe in the seclusion of the forest, Jake let out a long groan as he continued filming.

Henry wanted desperately to see Jake cum. He was certain the older boy's cum would be that thicker, pearly white he'd seen in porn videos. He'd never had the chance to see it in real life, and he was finally about to. He wondered whether Jake was more of a shooter or dribbler, and he nearly burst out laughing at the unintended basketball pun.

Sliding his hand along his dick to try and finish himself off, Henry heard a soft crackle behind him that made him nearly leap out of his skin.

"What're you doing?"

Aleks stood behind him, eyebrow raised and his hands back on his hips. Since leaving the water, he'd thrown on a sleeveless t-shirt which hugged his damp torso.

Henry threw his head forward and raised a finger to his lips as Aleks slid in beside him. The small boy peered over the ledge.

"Oh," he whispered knowingly, "He’s masturbating."

Well la-di-fucking-da, Henry thought.

"I wouldn't have thought you knew what it was," Henry whispered back.

Aleks rested a hand on Henry's shoulder, who had to force himself to break eye contact below. Henry raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"We should go," Aleks said, holding Henry's eye contact. "It's private."

The sounds of sex from Jake were unmistakable in the quiet of the woods. The two could clearly make out Jake’s pants and groans. Despite wanting to see the older boy finish, Henry felt a flicker of guilt run through him. Aleks was right. Stumbling upon Jake in the woods might have been an accident, but that didn't mean Henry had to stick around.

"Come with me?" Aleks asked, and without waiting for Henry's response he started crawling quietly away.

Henry followed behind which gave him the chance to see the way Aleks's swim trunks clung to his ass as he moved along. This was doing nothing for his boner.

After they'd gotten back to the part of the woods with fallen leaves and branches, Henry cleared his throat to speak.

"Just so you know, I wasn't trying to spy on him. I just got kind of caught up in it."

Aleks looked back with what Henry could only describe as an understanding and sympathetic smile. "I know," he said simply.

Amazingly, whether from the embarrassment of getting caught or feeling guilty, Henry did actually start to feel his dick soften in his trunks. He didn't even think about the possibility that Aleks might have noticed his hardness pressing against the front until after the fact.

When they returned to the swimming hole, some of the kids from before had left and others had filled in. Henry noticed Molly, the presumed school slut, laying across her towel as she made sure to stick her bikini-covered ass out a little extra for all the boys around her to endure. Henry and Aleks spent time together diving into the waters while applauding some of the more daring and advanced divers who leaped like madmen off the edge. It was there Henry learned that Aleks was new to the area, only having recently enrolled at Misty Pines Middle in 6^th grade. Henry promised he would introduce Aleks to his friend Aiden on Monday, as well as a few others he thought were fun to hang around.

While waiting their turn, Henry noticed Jake emerge from the woods about five minutes after their return. There was no denying the lopsided smile plastered on the copper-haired boy’s face or the way the front of his shorts ballooned a bit still. When Aleks saw Jake, he gave Henry a knowing smile before taking his turn to dive off the rock.

This boy, Henry thought. Not even a full day had passed, and already he had Henry in his clutches. Before then, there wouldn't have been any way Henry would have passed the opportunity to watch people have sex. Better yet, it hadn't even occurred to Henry to use his abilities on the eighth grader. He probably could have forced Jake to cum right away, but he guessed that would have sapped some of the fun from it. As he stared at the top of Aleks's head below him, Henry couldn't help but acknowledge the fuzzy feeling taking place in his heart. Even if Aleks didn't turn out to be gay—and Henry genuinely believed there was a good chance Aleks was—this was still a pretty amazing day in his life. And it wasn't even over yet...

- End of Part 3 -

A/N: Look at you, Henry, making new friends out there in the world. Nothing like a gay boy building up hope in his mind that his friend might be like him. I’m sure that’s never bit anyone in the ass before. Thank you again for reading if you made it this far into the story. I’d love to hear some feedback from you all if you enjoyed it (LeviHolland@protonmail.com). There are a few chapters left to go for this story, so stay tuned!

-Levi