A Dream of Darkness

By Levi Holland

Disclaimer: This story depicts sexual acts between minors. Mostly. This chapter is actually pretty light on any sexual content until near the end, but stick it out! It’s worth it for the plot.

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Author’s Note: This is the penultimate chapter for my first erotica story. I’ve really enjoyed getting to hear some of your enjoyment, guesses, and ideas along the way. It’s been a fun part of the publishing process! As always, I’d love to hear from any and all of you at LeviHolland@protonmail.com!

A Dream of Darkness

- Chapter 5 -

Blame it on the broken sleep, or blame it on the morning grogginess, but Henry had actually forgotten about the hot dream he'd had the night before. He'd slept through the blaring of his alarm and was barely aware of the fact that his pajamas had dried cum on the inside as he stripped them off in a hurry. Showering and brushing his teeth in time for the bus was damn near impossible, but he had somehow managed with a breathless goodbye to his mom as he sped out the front door.

The bus ride over to school was pretty boring, but it was made better by the fact that Henry would soon be seeing Aleks. Stepping off the bus, he spotted Aiden first. His best friend had his book bag slung over his shoulder as he leaned against the wall, staring out at the popular kids across the courtyard with a look of longing.

"Hey, dude," Henry called and raised a fist for a fist bump.

Aiden stared for a moment longer before turning toward Henry. His hair was messy with bedhead and his eyes had dark bags underneath. It was clear Henry wasn't the only one to get a bad night's sleep. Aiden raised his fist a moment later and offered a meek smile in return.

"Monday blues?" Henry asked.

"Something like that," Aiden muttered. He fixed his gaze back on the popular kids as they showed each other stuff on their phones. Asher from his reading class was with them, as confident as ever despite his 'accident' from the previous week. Henry also noticed that Asher stood next to Molly. He fed her a lot of extra attention and laughed extra hard whenever she said anything remotely funny. Jake was there, too, and Henry was reminded about catching him whack it at the swimming hole.

Henry leaned over to whisper into Aiden's ear. "You are never going to believe what I saw this weekend."

Before Aiden could ask, Henry heard his name shouted from somewhere off to his side. He and Aiden both turned to see Aleks bounding up to them wearing dark pants and a blue jean jacket over a black t-shirt. His hair looked freshly washed and styled in the same messy way he'd seen at the swimming hole. The courtyard was still shaded where they stood, and Alek's pale skin seemed to glow.

"Woah, this kid is like pasty white," Aiden said before Henry smacked him lightly with the back of his hand.

"Be nice, he's cool. You'll like him."

Henry waved as Aleks came to a stop and then waved back at him with a smile. Aleks wore his backpack across both shoulders, which Henry would have normally thought made someone look dorky, but on Aleks, he thought it was cute, especially with the way the small boy stood with his hands on both hips.

"I was hoping to see you today," Aleks said as he looked up at Henry.

"Me too," Henry said. "This is my best friend—"

"Aiden, right?" Aleks answered to Henry's surprise. The boy shrugged. "I've seen you around."

"Sup, man?"

"Aiden, this is Aleks. He's new here. I met him down at the swimming hole over the weekend."

It was Aiden’s turn to smack him in the shoulder.

"You asshole, you didn't invite me!?" Aiden shot back. "It was like a million degrees out!"

Henry gave an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry about that. It was kind of last minute, and next thing I knew the whole day was gone."

"It was awesome, too!" Aleks said. "That crazy big jump into the water is so cool!"

"Meh, that jump’s alright," Aiden said, crossing his arms. Henry wondered if maybe he'd hurt Aiden's feelings somehow. He hadn't meant to NOT invite him...it just didn't occur to him. But maybe that was the point.

The school bell rang, and Aiden immediately started to ditch the courtyard without Henry, where normally he would have lingered a bit to avoid the rush of people stampeding inside. Henry looked after him in concern until he felt a tug on his sleeve from Aleks.

"Hey, Henry," the small 6th grader said. "I know we couldn't really do more over the weekend, but did you maybe want to try and hang out today?"

Do more? Henry wondered as his penis tingled a bit inside his shorts.

"Oh, you mean, like after school?"

"Sure!" the boy smiled brightly. "But I mean...only if you want to."

"No, I do," Henry said quickly, trying to stop his fluttering heart. He needed to be reasonable. Aleks probably didn't mean anything more than hang out. "It's cool. We can hang at my place if you want."

The two agreed to meet up at the woods near the swimming hole before heading back to Henry's house. They bumped fists one last time before heading inside the doors. Misty Pines Middle was a two story building with a separate wing for its 6th graders, and before long, Henry was off to his homeroom class.

Later on at lunchtime, Henry grabbed lunch from the quickest line he could so that he could have a few extra moments alone with Aiden. His friend hadn't touched his plate of food, and his head was buried in his hands. Henry set his tray at the table while a loud fart blasted out from a couple tables down followed by a roar of laughter from the boys sitting there.

"Hey, Aiden?" Henry asked when he sat down. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," his friend muttered.

"It's just, this morning you seemed a little off—"

"Henry—"

"It's not something I did, is it?"

"I said, I'm fine, Henry!"

Henry felt like the two of them were in a bubble without air. The clamor from the cafeteria seemed to fade in the distance as he looked into Aiden's eyes brimming with tears. His friend blinked and shook his head.

"Sorry, no, it's not you. It's...me. I'm sorry for losing my cool. I just can't really talk about it right now."

"Okay..."

Henry didn't know what to do for his friend other than to be there for him.

"You know I'm always here if you need to talk...right?" Henry asked.

Aiden nodded but wouldn't meet his eyes. He brushed his hand across his nose, and Henry thought he heard the sound of sniffling. Aiden grabbed one of the napkins beside his tray and blew his nose as discreetly as someone can do such a thing.

"Thanks, Henry," he said when he was done. "You're a good friend."

"You are, too. My best friend."

By the time the rest of their table mates joined them, Aiden seemed to be a little back to his normal self, but Henry had spent enough time with Aiden by now to realize that something was still nagging at his thoughts. His smile wasn't quite as wide, his laugh wasn't as full. It was like someone had poured out a piece of him over the weekend.

Henry's thoughts were distracted through most of his classes after the lunch with Aiden, and soon he found himself in the locker rooms for gym class without even realizing most of the day had passed. Around him was the clanging of metal doors as kids placed their day clothes and deodorant next to their towels. Henry managed to catch a glimpse of Asher shirtless, revealing a beautiful set of toned abs. Henry thought Asher must work out several hours a day. How else could he get a killer body like that?

"Hello? Henry?" Asher asked, waving a hand across Henry's eyes. Henry blushed when he realized he was busted, but Asher only laughed at Henry’s expression. "You're a funny guy, Tucker." Asher soon slipped on his gym shirt and exited the locker room into the main gym.

Darting his eyes around the locker room, Henry made sure that no one had seen him eye-fucking the hot preteen just moments ago. All seemed to be clear, and Henry escaped the locker room to start his laps around the gym. It was customary for them to run a full four laps around the gym at the start of each class, totaling about a mile's worth of running. For some of the students, they handled it with ease, but Henry was already panting for breath by the time his run had finished.

Shortly after the run, Coach Lang made them all divide up into two teams to play Capture the Flag, which to Henry, only sounded like more running. At least the competitive element to it would take his mind off the pain shooting through his lungs.

During the game, Henry managed to tag some of the runners headed for one of their team's flags, including a time where he'd managed to tag out a larger 7th grader named Tom who'd nearly gotten the red flag back to the other side for a point.

Ignoring Henry’s touch, Tom tried to keep going until Coach Lang blew his whistle loudly over the chaos.

“That’s you, Tom,” Coach Lang shouted, “Hustle to the other side.”

"Fucking loser," Tom muttered under his breath before heading to the jail with the other players who'd been tagged out so far in the game.

Henry's team ended up winning the first game but losing the next two, and before long, he and the other boys and girls were left drenched in sweat that soaked through their gray gym shirts. After Coach Lang's final whistle blew, Henry made his way back inside the guys' locker room where he could rinse the sweat from his body in the showers.

Already a few boys had towels wrapped around their waists as they moved into the connected shower area. Henry often tried to make a casual sweep of the boys as they hosed themselves down. Most just gave themselves a quick rinse before returning to their towels and clothes, but a glimpse was all Henry ever needed in terms of eye candy. Too much candy overload would only lead to the wrong kind of sugar rush.

Henry returned to his locker and grabbed his towel before facing the lockers and shucking his shoes, gym shorts, and underwear. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and prepared to turn to face the showers, but a moment later Henry was shoved hard from behind, slamming his shoulder into the metal door of his locker.

He spun to see a very unpleasant looking Tom, who reminded Henry of a bull who'd just been duped by a matador for the final time.

"Next time something like that happens, you're gonna tell Coach that he made a mistake, you got it?"

Tom jabbed a finger at Henry's chest. He took a step back but tried to look brave; he just hoped his face could fake it long enough to get out of the situation. A couple of the boys nearby traded nervous glances their way but didn’t intervene. Henry didn’t blame them. Tom was a bully through and through. It didn’t help that he must’ve also been snorting HGH based on his freakish size for his age.

"It's just a game, Tom," Henry said with his best nonchalance. "No one really cares who wins or loses."

"What'd you say, Tucker?" Tom said, bending down to bring his eyes at the same level of Henry's. Puberty had rammed into the bully like a truck, and he towered over Henry both in height and bulk. Henry didn't really consider himself to be a shrimp, but he had no doubts about how a one-on-one would go between the two of them. Coach Lang always came to monitor the lockers after class, but he hadn't shown up just yet. Henry just had to hold off until then.

He remembered a nature documentary he'd seen once about a hiker who'd come upon a brown bear. Even though the bear could have shredded him apart, the man stuck his arms high in the air to look more threatening and shouted above the bear's roar to scare it off. Henry steeled himself and forced himself to stand straighter in the face of the bully. Holding eye contact with Tom, it was like Henry could feel a dam break behind his eyes as his resolve settled.

"I said, it's just a game, so why don't you just beat it and leave things be?"

This was it. Henry's eyes seemed to squeeze shut on their own as he prepared to be decked in the face by Tom's meaty fist. When it didn't come, Henry opened an eye to see that Tom was on his way to the showers.

The few boys that remained beside Henry didn’t move, didn’t take a breath. Henry was pretty sure one of the boys had their jaw hanging in disbelief. Tom had never been known for his patience or easy-mannered nature. Someone to his left whistled in surprise as Tom turned the knob on his shower and began rinsing off.

"Damn, Henry. That's a big set of balls."

"Dude, how are you not eating through a straw right now?"

"It’s like he just forgot about the whole thing. Freakin' psycho."

It did seem odd, Henry thought; like Tom had just taken his command at face value. Tom had been so willing to create a scene in front of the whole locker room, so why had he abandoned the fight so suddenly?

A voice whispered to him at the end of the thoughts, subtle and soft, but clear as it called to him.

Henry had broken through Tom's mind.

Like from the dream the night before, Henry remembered the voice offering him more power than he'd carried before. What had it said, something about his desires being realized if he pushed through? So had he overpowered Tom's mind in that moment? And more importantly, could he do it again?

Henry stared at the bully as he began scrubbing his hair beneath the hot shower water and considered what he could try and push Tom to do. Punch the wall and hurt his fist? Maybe, but Henry figured that might be something Tom would do on a regular pissed off day.

He let his mind relax as he willed his thoughts across the locker room back to Tom.

Stop, he commanded.

It was subtle, but Tom's body had definitely stilled beneath the water. Unbelievably, it seemed to be working.

Scratch your ass, Henry tried again, and at once Tom reached a hand back to dig his fingers into his butt cheek which drew a few snickers from a few of the boys nearby.

Henry wanted to push the bully even farther, force him to do something that would be truly humiliating so he could have a taste of his own medicine, but before he could make him do something completely stupid like mimicking a baboon while walking around the locker room, Coach Lang finally arrived and blew his whistle.

The sharp, piercing screech broke Henry's concentration, and he knew he only had a few more minutes at most to rinse himself off in the shower. It hardly mattered, though. He'd made a new breakthrough in his power, and quite honestly, it was an intoxicating feeling. Henry wondered if his ability to control others' actions was possible with anyone he came across or if it required a certain battle of wills like with Tom moments before.

He got to test his theory on the bus ride home. Henry searched out an open seat near the back until he found a spot across from a brother and sister who lived in the neighborhood adjacent to his own. Henry already knew he could use his own arousal as a fuel to raise the horniness of other people, but this was merely a test to see how well he could influence direct control on another person he didn't have any connection with. He wasn't even sure of their names and hadn't had any reason to ever talk with the two before. They would be the perfect candidates.

When the bus got rolling, Henry positioned his body to where he could naturally face the two without drawing extra attention to himself. He kept his head tilted so he could pretend to look away at a moment's notice if needed.

The sister looked a bit older, possibly in 8th grade, not only because she was a good head taller than her brother, but she seemed much further along in her adolescence. Despite the sweater she wore over her body, her breasts were clearly pushing up against the front of her top. Her face was partially obscured by her highlighted hair, but Henry could see she wasn’t ugly at the very least. He even thought her glasses added a certain charm to her looks. Even though it didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t interested in anything sexual with her, Henry liked to think he could appreciate an objective sense of beauty in another person.

Her brother, however, was cute. Not particularly stunning, but adorable in his own way with a head of low, slightly curling dark hair. His ears stuck out a bit from his head, and he had both a tiny nose and eyes. That was the thing about attraction; sometimes it didn't always matter that someone ranked high in the looks department. You liked what you liked, period. The kid was still young and would likely grow into some of his more awkward features as he entered puberty over the next couple years.

The two spoke to each other casually throughout the first part of the ride, but Henry couldn't hear them over the normal shouting that happened inside the bus. Now was a good a time as any, he figured, and started to set his mind on the two. He wouldn't have a whole lot of time before his stop, so anything he tried would have to be quick and relatively tame.

Henry cleared his mind and imagined a connection between he and the sister. He wasn't exactly sure what it was supposed to feel like. With Tom earlier in the day, the mental link didn't really feel like much of anything at all. He hadn't even known he was affecting him at first. Henry continued concentrating his will as if he was hurling parts of his consciousness across the bus aisle.

Tickle your brother, he commanded.

The younger boy was telling his sister about some part of his day when he suddenly squealed in laughter as his sister dug her fingers into his sides. He tried to squeeze himself into the seat to escape her fingers, but she persisted and followed him. It was working perfectly, Henry thought.

Stop.

Just like that, the girl ceased her tickling and sat up with a bemused look on her face that she tried to cover with a smile.

“Sorry,” she said loud enough for Henry to hear. “Don’t know what came over me.”

Kiss your brother in the ear, Henry suggested next, and after only a moment’s consideration, the girl leaned forward like she was about to whisper something, but instead pressed her lips against the boy’s inner ear. He pulled away a moment later before shoving his book bag between the two of them.

“You’re being weird, Kelsey,” he complained, rubbing the wet spot at his ear with his sleeve.

Henry decided to end things there. He could feel the beginnings of a migraine starting to creep in, but also his bus stop was only a few brief stops away. There was no reason to get too carried away. He’d have plenty of time and chances to explore things further.

When he first stepped off the bus, Henry immediately started making his way toward the back of the neighborhood where he’d planned to meet up with Aleks. Taking the dirt path that led through the forest, Henry walked along about ten minutes before he spotted his new friend walking his direction from the far end of the tree-covered path. When Aleks spotted him, Henry saw the boy smile and sprint the rest of the way, his book bag bouncing hectically with every step.

“Dude, I thought this day would never end,” Henry said after giving Aleks a fist bump.

“I know, right? Way too boring of a day.”

“Hey, so your mom and dad cool with you coming over?”

“Oh, them? Yeah, nothing to worry about. It’s all good.”

“Cool. So you ready to go? My place isn’t too far.”

They walked side by side as they headed back through the forest together. The shade of the forest offered them both a reprieve from the hot sun. Soon, Henry started quizzing Aleks about some of his interests, like favorite superheroes and TV shows.

“I think I like Batman or Spiderman the best,” Aleks said after some consideration.

“What? But they’re like total opposites of one another!”

“So? Who’s your favorite, then?”

Tom Holland was pretty hot, Henry figured, but that didn’t really seem like the best way to explain his superhero crushes. Instead, Henry answered with Iron Man because he thought Tony Stark was the cooler, less brooding Batman.

“Hmm, okay,” Aleks said. “Favorite music artist?”

“Easy. I’d say Alec Benjamin first and then Billie Eilish second.”

“Alec Who?”

“No way. You haven’t heard of him?” Henry asked in disbelief.

“Obviously not,” Aleks laughed. “You’ll have to let me listen to a few of his songs once we’re at your house.”

“Deal.”

When they had broken through the edge of the forest, the bright sun caused Henry’s migraine to flare up again. He paused on the sidewalk to try and massage away some of the pain before the last leg of the walk home. When they arrived at Henry’s house, Aleks paused to tie his shoe just off the doorstep.

“Oh, just so you know. My little brother Keegan’s home, too, but he’s pretty chill so we won’t have to worry about him.”

Aleks shrugged coolly in his jean jacket. “I’m not worried. I’m sure if he’s anything like you, he’s pretty awesome.”

Henry blushed and led the way to the front door. After using his latchkey to open the front door, the noise from the TV immediately filled the air, doing nothing for his headache. He knew there was some Tylenol in the cabinet he could take if the pain continued.

“Keegan! I’m home and have a friend, so I hope you’re not doing anything weird!”

Message received, Henry guessed, because immediately the TV volume blissfully dropped about halfway before his brother came sliding in his socks across the hardwood floor from around the corner. He’d already changed from his school clothes for the day and was stripped down to his usual t-shirt, shorts, and socks.

“Who’s this?” Keegan asked.

“Dude, manners. This is my friend, Aleks. He’s new here, so I figured I’d invite him over.”

“Does mom know?” Keegan asked.

“No. And it’s fine. She doesn’t need to.”

Keegan rolled his eyes and turned to face Aleks. He stuck a thumb out at Henry. “He thinks he can do whatever he wants because he’s older than me.”

“I can, and actually, I just got done telling Aleks how cool I thought you were.”

Keegan’s eyes brightened. “You said I was cool!? Have I mentioned today how great of a brother you’ve been lately?”

“Mhmm. Buh-bye, now,” Henry said, and pushed his way past Keegan.

Henry led Aleks to his bedroom and locked the door behind them despite Keegan’s attempts at barging in. He stood there awkwardly for a second while Aleks checked his room out, taking in the poster of his favorite Porsche model, some of the school trophies he’d won when he was much younger, and the picture of him and Aiden at Henry’s twelfth birthday party the previous year.

“So you guys are pretty close?”

“Oh, me and Aiden?” he asked. “Yeah, he’s probably my best friend. I’m sorry about the way he was acting today. He’s not normally like that.”

Aleks nodded. “Seemed like he had a lot on his mind.”

Henry couldn’t have agreed more. The only problem was that he didn’t know what that could have been. It was obvious Aiden didn’t want to talk to him about it, so what was there to do? If he kept pestering his friend about what was up, he’d only manage to make him more upset, and what good was that?

“Hey, so how about we listen to some music?”

Even though Aleks had heard of Billie Eilish, it was his first time listening to more than just Bad Guy on the radio. He wasn’t impressed beyond the occasional song or two. He was a much bigger fan of Alec Benjamin, bopping his head along with the different songs as they came on. Before long, Henry had exhausted his favorites, and they decided to go catch something on the television and hang out together in the living room.

They found Keegan watching another episode of Teen Titans, but the boy perked up when they plopped down on the wrap-around sofa.

“You guys wanna go do something outside?” Keegan asked.

Henry shook his head. “Maybe in a bit. We’re gonna hang in here for a bit.”

“I love Teen Titans!” Aleks said. “Who’s your favorite?”

“Oh, Beast Boy, for sure,” Keegan answered. “You?”

“Beast Boy’s pretty great,” Aleks agreed. He shrugged off his blue jean jacket and set it on the arm of the couch, leaving the pale boy in just a black t-shirt that only accentuated the tone of his pale skin even more.

Henry was partial to Robin personally, loving the way the leader flipped through the air in his green spandex uniform. For a cartoon, Henry thought Robin was pretty attractive. He could only imagine what all the Titans got up to “off air” so to speak. A bunch of horny teenagers unregulated could only lead to one thing in the end. Henry started to chub up a little inside his shorts.

As discreetly as he could, he reached down to adjust himself on the couch, giving himself a gentle squeeze. He cast a glance to his side and caught Aleks watching him with a blush across his pale cheeks. The boy quickly turned his head away when he saw Henry had seen him. Aleks’s curiosity gave Henry an idea that he wanted to try out. But first, maybe it was time to tease his younger brother a bit.

Keegan had missed the brief exchange between he and Aleks, and Henry turned his focus on his brother. If Aleks wanted a show, Henry would help give him one.

“Keegan, wanna do something fun?” Henry prodded.

“This is fun,” he said. “But sure. What’re you thinking?”

“I think you should show Aleks your new favorite hobby that you’ve learned lately.”

Keegan went wide-eyed as recognition crossed his face. He finally broke eye contact from the TV.

“What do you mean?” he stammered.

“Henry?” Aleks’s voice was a little shaky, but Henry ignored him.

“You know,” Henry said, “the hobby you’ve been getting really good practice with lately.”

There was a moment where Keegan’s face reminded Henry of a doe in the face of headlights, uncertain of whether to panic and flee or stay rooted. Henry felt gutted like he was somehow betraying Keegan’s trust, but he figured his brother would enjoy the pleasure that came out of it in the end. A voice trickled like water in the back of his mind. Use it, Henry. Push.

“B-but, you said, it was private,” Keegan whispered.

“Henry,” Aleks said again, more firmly.

“It’s okay,” Henry told his brother. He directed his will toward Keegan and thought about the connection between their minds before giving Keegan the command. Make yourself cum—you’ll enjoy it.

It was like a rubber band had finally snapped after being taut for so long. The resistance Henry felt from Keegan melted away, and at once his brother went to work. He grabbed the edges of his shorts and underwear together before sliding them halfway down his thighs, leaving all three inches of his bare penis standing at attention. Keegan kept his attention straight down as he grabbed his erection with his thumb and index finger, immediately sliding the skin up to the head and back. One of his feet gave a little twitch.

Henry’s head continued to throb from his headache, but he gave a smirk and chanced a look at Aleks. He expected his friend to have the same look of embarrassed curiosity he had shown just moments before, but Aleks refused to look at Keegan. His eyes were fixed in a chilly stare against the wall, his jaw clenching and releasing every few seconds.

“Stop this, Henry,” Aleks finally said.

Stop it? Why would he want to stop what was going on?

Already, Keegan’s breath was growing more ragged and his eyes unfocused. If he kept going a little longer, he’d have his orgasm and feel good. Maybe then, he could convince Aleks to join in and the three of them would have an afternoon to remember.

Henry noticed a tear streak down Aleks’s face as his friend raised from the couch. He gave Henry a pitying glance before striding over to the couch in front of Keegan, who acted like Aleks wasn’t even there as he kept masturbating. Henry felt like he was living in a surreal head space. Maybe it was the migraine, but it was like the fog that often covered their town was now swallowing his mind.

“Keegan,” Aleks said, his voice cracking with emotion. “Keegan.”

His brother didn’t break his concentration. Aleks forced himself to breathe out slowly and stretched out a hand towards Keegan’s forehead, gently pressing his pale thumb against it. Aleks closed his eyes and exhaled. A moment later, Keegan’s eyes fluttered shut, and his hand fell away from his groin as his body went limp on the couch. His dick, which had been rock hard a second ago, immediately started to wane.

Henry was shaking and hadn’t realized when he’d crawled away to the far edge of the couch.

“W-what did you do?” he asked. “What was that? Keegan!”

Aleks pulled the throw from the top of the couch and placed it across Keegan’s lap to give him privacy. It was only then that Aleks turned back to Henry. Aleks’s eyes seemed to Henry like deep, blue wells stuffed with knowledge and memory and wisdom.

“I think it’s time we talk.”

- End of Part 5 -

A/N: One chapter to go! I hope you all are enjoying the story as we head into the finale. Lots to uncover and reveal between these two boys. Stay tuned and hopefully I will do the story justice in your mind!

Please let me know if you enjoyed the chapter by writing me at LeviHolland@protonmail.com

-Levi