A Dream of Darkness – Chapter 2
Henry didn’t leave his bedroom until his parents called his name for dinner. At the table, he avoided Keegan’s eyes at all costs, but if his brother had any worries about the orgasm he had earlier in the day, he didn’t show it. Keegan was back to his usual dorky self, telling their mom about the book he had to read for class and how funny it was when his friend Peter pretended to be a t-rex at recess.
After helping to clear the dishes, Henry excused himself to his bedroom to finish up the last of his homework. Outside, the rain had begun, pattering in full force against his window pane as Henry struggled through his math homework. When he decided he couldn’t look at his algebra work any longer without his head exploding, Henry changed into his pajama bottoms for the evening and went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Along the way, he noticed Keegan’s door was cracked. The lamp on his brother’s desk illuminated the crack against the door, and Henry heard his dad’s muffled voice from the other side.
Inside the kitchen, only the overhead sink light was on, casting a dim, ghostly glow over the faucet as Henry grabbed one of the plastic cups from the cabinet. While he waited for his cup to fill at the sink, a burst of lightning jutted across the sky, lighting the backyard in a pale flash. Henry nearly jumped out of his skin as he glimpsed the blackened silhouette of a person. Someone was standing in his backyard.
Henry ducked down so his eyes were just above the window sill as his cup of water began overflowing. When the next bout of lightning hit, nothing. Just the swing set rocking in the wind and a couple of garden tools left in the grass. Still crouched, Henry slowly turned off the water and dumped a little of the excess before carefully bringing his cup back. He turned on his heels and nearly bumped into his dad.
“What are you doing?” his dad asked.
“I was just getting some water,” Henry said, as if that perfectly explained why he was also crab walking across the kitchen floor.
His dad sighed and squeezed a hand over his eyes before muttering something incoherent about having boys.
Back in his room, Henry made sure his blinds were closed tight and positioned himself to where he wouldn’t be able to see out of the window even if lightning flared across the sky. Despite his nerves about the storm and what might be lurking outside his home, Henry’s body was also used to its nighttime ritual of jacking off before bed.
Beneath the covers, Henry reached under his waistband until his fingers brushed past the few short pubes he had on either side of his penis. Even though this would end up being his third time cumming in twenty four hours, good luck telling his dick that. Henry wrapped his fingers around his rigid pole and shuddered as the pleasure washed over him.
He focused on the same thoughts he had most nights, his best friend Aiden or another of his classmates he found super hot. He liked to imagine them shirtless first, their skin stretched taut over their developing muscles, before imagining them in some lewd position. Jacking off, getting blown, solo or together, it didn’t matter. It was all fuel for Henry’s fantasies. The best part was when he inserted himself into those fantasies. Then the people he dreamed about were doing those incredible things to him. Of course he’d never actually had anyone give him a hand job or suck his dick, but he could imagine!
The first thing on his mind was Aiden sloppily eating the salad he’d gotten for lunch. The excessive ranch had spilled out from his lips as he talked. Henry imagined it was cum leaking out from the edges of Aiden’s lips, his tongue stretching out to catch the bits that dripped out. It was enough to make his penis buck in his hand, but not quite enough to send him over the edge. He imagined Aiden’s hand sneaking beneath the lunch table, fiddling with his junk in secret and masturbating himself thinking nobody could see.
As his friend continued stroking, his eyes fluttering in pleasure, Henry found the image of Aiden gradually shifting. His friend’s pale blond hair was turning black, his body shifting from the short, stocky build of his friend, to the thin, lanky build of Keegan. Now it was Keegan’s face twisted in pleasure, his brother looking uncertain as the new and intense sensation washed over him.
Henry snapped himself out from his reverie and yanked his hand from his pajama bottoms. His dick yearned to be touched, and the dull ache of blue balls spread through his gut, but he tried to slow his breathing and heart rate and ignore his dick. He brushed the trail of precum stuck to his hand against the top of his blanket. He wasn’t about to jack off to the image of his younger brother cumming, even if it had sent a thrill through Henry’s entire body. It was wrong; he wouldn’t do it!
Despite the urge rushing through him, Henry turned on his side and shoved his hands beneath his pillow while forcing himself to try and sleep.
The rain cleared out overnight, and when the sun’s rays woke him the next morning, Henry was surprised he couldn’t remember having any dreams. He half-expected to wake up near the cave with that same haunting voice pervading his nightmare. A quick check of his pajamas showed he didn’t have a repeat wet dream either, despite pausing in the middle of his wank session. That being said, his typical morning wood was up to say hello, but he figured that had more to do with having to pee than anything.
Rolling out of bed, Henry stole a glance at his alarm to see that it was just past 7. Honestly, he still had plenty of time before he needed to get up for school. Maybe he’d get more sleep after using the bathroom. Henry shuffled over to his door before stepping into the hallway. It was quiet in the house, which was fine with him. He wasn’t much of a talker right when he woke up.
The bathroom door was shut, and Henry was about to knock when the door opened, and his brother Keegan stepped out. They stared at each other for a brief moment before Keegan’s eyes darted down to Henry’s waist. Henry flushed in embarrassment when he saw how obvious his erection was against his pajama bottoms.
“Sorry,” Henry said, “I just needed to use the bathroom.”
“S’okay,” Keegan said, tearing his eyes away from the bulge before not so casually placing his hands in front of his own pajamas.
Keegan left to his room to get ready for school while Henry stepped inside the bathroom. He had to fight against his boner and will it to go down before he could finally pee and get some relief. After what seemed like a solid minute, his erection wilted some, and he could comfortably finish taking care of business. After he was done, he figured he would get back into his bed, but when he opened the bedroom door, he was surprised to see his bed wasn’t empty at all. Keegan was sitting on the edge and looked up at Henry sheepishly as he stepped in.
“Dude, get out,” Henry said. “You have to get ready to go.”
“I know,” he said, “I will. It’s just…”
“I wanted to see if you could help me with something.”
Henry sighed and walked over to his brother before joining him side by side on the edge of the bed. His brother, despite being lanky and tall, looked so fragile and withdrawn as he sat there. Henry couldn’t help but want to protect him. He’d always been that way for his little brother—the person who watched out for him when no one else was around.
“Sure,” Henry said. “Tell me what’s up.”
Keegan’s hands covered his lap, and he shifted a bit on the covers. His younger brother refused to make eye contact. “So yesterday, something happened when we were watching TV.”
Henry’s eyes widened when he realized what his brother was about to share.
“Oh, yeah?” he said, feigning ignorance.
“This morning, I saw your thing sticking up, and mine’s done it a lot more too, and at first I thought it was no big deal because it happens sometimes.” His brother was talking in a rush now, something he did when he was nervous or uncertain of himself. “Anyway, it happened yesterday when we were watching Teen Titans, but this time something else happened, too. I tried to ignore it, but the more I did, the more it kept tingling, and then this feeling exploded out of my body. I thought I might have peed at first, but nothing was wet, and it was the most awesomest feeling ever.”
Henry couldn’t help but smile at his brother’s excitement. In some ways he was jealous. He had only discovered masturbation a few months ago. His brother now had a couple years of enjoyment on him. Plenty of time to fine tune the skill.
“Anyway, I didn’t want you to think I was a baby, so I asked Dad about it last night, and he said I had orgasms, and that it was a part of growing up, and that it was something that could help my…penis from being hard all the time.”
His brother’s cheeks were tomato red as he finished talking, and Henry was willing to bet dollars to dicks that his own cheeks matched his brothers.
“I mean, Dad’s right,” Henry said. “It does help. I don’t know why you’re telling me though.”
“It’s just that…Dad didn’t really mention how to make the orgasms thing happen again. And I know I’ve gotta go soon, but when I saw yours sticking up this morning, I…”
“You got hard?”
Keegan lifted his hands away from his lap, and Henry saw where his brother’s pajama bottoms had scrunched up around his boner. He felt a stirring in his own groin as he drank in the sight of his brother’s tiny erection poking up.
“Can you show me how to fix it? I don’t want to have to go to the bus like this.”
Keegan finally looked Henry in the face, and tears were brimming in his eyes.
“Look, Keegan,” Henry said, “I don’t think brothers are supposed to talk about this stuff together. I mean, you can always think of Gran or something. That can help it go away.”
Keegan sniffed. “Dad said that too, but Gran, Papa, nothing’s working. I even tried doing math in my head.”
Henry scratched his head at the idea that his dad had suggested Keegan solve math problems as a cure for boners. Hmm…now that he thought about it, maybe his dad was on to something…
Henry was torn. Clearly his dad had been as unhelpful with Keegan as he was when Henry had his first wet dream. Tiptoeing around the truth had only left Keegan more confused than before. He guessed there was nothing too terrible about showing his brother the basics of jacking off. It was something all boys figured out eventually, and if it would help Keegan avoid an emotional meltdown before the school day, then that was a bonus.
Henry sighed. “Okay, look. I can show you what to do, but you have to swear, and I mean like double pinky swear on mom, dad, and anyone else you love to keep what I show you a secret.”
Keegan’s eyes perked up. “Yeah, of course! I double pinky swear. I TRIPLE pinky swear!”
Henry rolled his eyes but then stuck out his pinky to Keegan, who immediately locked his own around his brother’s. With that done, Henry walked to his bedroom door and stuck his head out. His dad was already gone for the day, that much he knew, but he couldn’t hear his mom yet. That either meant she was still asleep or perhaps in the shower. Either way, Henry didn’t want to take any chances. He gently pushed his door shut and twisted the lock.
“What’d you do that for?” Keegan asked.
“Because what I’m going to show you is private and isn’t something you do where others can see you. Especially not Mom.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, fixated on Henry like he was about to learn an important lesson. And he was, Henry thought. This would be an incredibly important life lesson.
“First thing you need to do is lower your pants and underwear. It’s not something you have to do all the time, but we need to make sure you’re doing it right.”
Keegan faltered for a moment. “But you’ll see my thing…hard.”
Henry rolled his eyes again before leaning forward and shucking his pajama bottoms to the floor. As he stood back up, his penis stuck out all four inches, bobbing in time with his heartbeat. A bit of precum trickled at the tip and, Henry knew it wouldn’t be long before he started leaking.
“You have hair!?” Keegan shouted.
“Ssh, you idiot,” Henry said. “Be quiet so Mom doesn’t hear. And yes, I have hair. You get it when you’re older. I’ll probably have a lot more in a few years. You will, too.”
“Wow,” his brother said. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at Henry’s dick.
Henry snapped his fingers twice. “Eyes up here.”
“Why is it sad?”
Keegan pointed at Henry’s boner and the string of precum drooping from his dick. “Your thing, why is it sad? It looks like it’s crying.”
Henry slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand.
“Two things,” he said, holding up his fingers as he went. “For one, stop calling it a thing. You know it’s a penis, I know that. Call it that, or a boner, or a dick. You can call it a cock, too, but that’s a pretty bad word so maybe don’t go around saying that.”
“Isn’t dick a bad word?”
Henry sighed and continued. “Two, you know that babies come from their Moms. Well, to help make babies, guys put their sperm inside of her. That’s part of what this is.”
Henry reached down and scooped up the strand of precum that had nearly fallen off the tip of his dick and extended it toward his brother.
“That’s not a baby, though,” Keegan said.
“No, but it can help make one. Making a baby is supposed to feel really good, and for guys, we can practice feeling good before we meet a girl. Or a boy.”
Keegan laughed. “Boys can’t make babies with boys.”
“No, but it can still feel really good, which is what I’m going to help teach you. Now, drop your pants, and do what I do.”
Keegan looked down at the bulge his boner made in his pajamas before closing his eyes and lowering them down to his ankles. Like him, Keegan’s penis was on the thin side, giving a three-inch salute as it aimed completely upward. His brother’s pubic area was completely bare, his balls only slightly dropped as they rested in their sack.
Henry slowly wrapped his fingers around his boner, feeling the familiar gut-punch of pleasure that spread through him. His nerves must have been on high alert, because the combination of his hand with all the sexy talk with his brother was about to send him over the edge already.
“Now you want to make sure you have a good enough grip because you’re going to move your hand up and down like this.”
Henry demonstrated as his hand smeared in some of the precum along the head of his dick. His brother’s hand was too big to wrap around his penis, so Henry told him to switch to his thumb and two fingers.
“Try to switch it up. You might be able to get a better grip. Once you start going at it, that feeling you had yesterday will start to build up.”
“It feels fine, I guess,” Keegan said, but Henry could tell his brother was just saying that to seem like he understood.
Henry reluctantly paused his own jerking. “It helps sometimes to think about sexy things.”
“What do you think about?” his brother asked.
Henry paused. He wasn’t sure this was the right time to explain how he wished he could do X, Y, and Z with his best friend. He doubted Keegan would make any comments about him being gay, but Henry didn’t think his brother was ready to learn about the ins and outs of gay sex.
“You know, like people naked and stuff. Haven’t you ever wondered what some of your classmates look like?”
Keegan’s face turned scarlet, and he shrugged a shoulder as he looked away. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Good, think about that, and then concentrate on those things while you’re doing it.”
This time, as Keegan tugged his boner in a two-finger grip, his eyes widened in realization.
“Oh, it’s definitely working better now,” he said with a grin.
Henry resumed his own stroking, not sure how much longer he could hold off. Ah, the hell with it. He was here to give his brother a lesson. If he was old enough to learn about cumming, then he could learn about cum too.
“Pretty soon you’ll start getting that good feeling, and remember you aren’t going to pee even if it feels like it. Older boys like me make more of that stuff you saw earlier though, so don’t freak out.”
His brother nodded and was staring down at the head of his dick as he kept cranking away. Henry’s arousal got the best of him, and he felt that hidden space somewhere between his balls and crack give a spine-tingling throb. With a few final strokes, he stifled a groan as he felt his penis give way.
“Here it comes,” he told his brother, as his first blast of cum shot on to the carpet floor. He’d come to spraying his brother’s feet, and that thought sent out another quick spurt that fell much closer to his own toes. His orgasm finished with the rest of his cum dribbling out of him like normal.
“It’s…I think it’s, oh,” his brother gasped. His head had rolled back, exposing his flushed neck, and then his brother started shaking in place before falling back on the bed. Keegan’s hand fell away, and his little erection twitched as he took a few gasping breaths.
“I think you have it figured out now,” Henry said as he wiped his hand against his leg.
“That is…the most amazing thing,” Keegan said breathlessly. “Can I do that all the time?”
Henry shrugged. “For now anyway. Although like I said it’s pretty private, so maybe wait to be alone before trying it again.”
When Keegan got up from the bed, he did something that surprised Henry. He ran over and wrapped his arms around his brother in a hug. Despite the fact that they were both still naked from the waist down with drooping dicks nearly smushed against each other, Henry thought it was the most heart-warming thing his brother had done in a while.
“Thank you for showing me that. WAY more helpful than Dad was.”
Henry hugged him back before ruffling his messy hair. “I know. Now go finish getting ready.”
“You too, huh?” his mom said about an hour later when Henry was getting the last of his things ready for the school day. “You and Keegan both seem to be in a really good mood.”
Henry laughed and shrugged. “Must be because it’s Friday.”
When he arrived at school, Henry was looking forward to seeing Aiden. His best friend and crush was usually there before him, waiting in the courtyard for Henry before they headed inside, but today he seemed to be running behind. Henry waited alone on one of the stone benches while other buses arrived and dumped off their students next to the car riders. He greeted a few of his other friends as they passed, but it wasn’t long before most of the student body had shown.
Looking around, Henry noticed two people sitting across from him on the stone benches. One was a blonde girl from his science class he’d never spoken to before but knew to be Lexie. She was one of those casually popular types, making friends in whatever social circle she found herself in. The boy beside her Henry didn’t recognize, but he was pretty adorable with his gelled brown hair swooped to one side. His eyes were a lovely shade of brown that reminded Henry of warm chocolate.
As puberty grabbed Henry in its clutches more and more, he’d lately found himself wondering about the sexual development of his peers around him. He’d stolen quick glances at a few of his classmates in the gym’s changing rooms before they wrapped themselves in towels and hit the showers. He found it fascinating how different each person in his seventh grade class could be. Some had pubic regions that were completely bare, while others already had thick nests of hair. Most were somewhere in between like him. He knew their dick sizes varied as well, some growers and others showers. Every week since the start of the school year it seemed at least one boy boned up in the locker rooms or showers. Most of the times, Henry had to turn away since he knew he’d spring up in a matter of seconds if he kept staring.
Even though he’d cummed only a couple hours before, Henry felt the blooming feeling of arousal spread through his chest as he wondered about the cute boy sitting across from him. More interestingly, the moment that had begun to happen, Henry noticed the boy had stopped smiling and chatting so freely and started to fidget a bit on the bench.
Henry’s mind flashed to the events with his brother the day before, remembering the spontaneous orgasm that had happened just as he’d been about to have his own. Keegan, too, had been restless moments before he’d cum. The faint voice from the cave whispered across his consciousness about the gift once again. It was impossible, it was stupid, but what if…
Once again Henry focused on his arousal and ignored his hardening dick. His jeans were loose enough that he wasn’t in immediate discomfort. As he placed his attention on the cute boy sitting across from him, the kid continued to fidget while he talked to Lexie. Eventually the boy placed his book bag in his lap and leaned against it. Henry’s mind drifted to the mutual jerk session he shared with Keegan this morning, seeing his brother grip his little boner while he got lost in the delicious sensations.
Across from him, the boy lowered his head on his book bag, but before Henry could tease his thoughts any further, the morning bell blared above their heads, interrupting his thoughts. Immediately the boy snapped his head forward, and Lexie stood, oblivious to her friend’s condition as he remained crouched over his backpack. When he finally stood, a small, dark spot spread out from the telltale sign of where his boner pressed against his khaki shorts.
Henry made eye contact with the boy who blushed hard before turning away and hunching over while he caught up with Lexie.
Holy shit, Henry thought, breaking out of his own state of arousal as he felt his dick soften. Of course it could have just been coincidence again. Boys got unwanted erections pretty much every day. Hell, they happened to him all the freakin’ time. Henry couldn’t help but get the feeling that somehow, in some way, he was connecting himself to the people around him.
There was one way to find out for sure. He had several classes throughout the day where he could test his theory. If it failed, then no skin off his bones, he figured it would be a nice way to pass the time. But if it was real, if he really could affect people’s horniness somehow, then middle school was about to get a whole lot more interesting…
End of Part 2
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