Dane's Dorm - Chapter 2: Hands in the Darkness

- So how do you do this?

Dane felt his own face turning red. A tie was something he never had to deal with before, not the kind of thing you have or use when you live in a farm and never go anywhere else. Of course he didn't know how to tie it.

Henry smiled again. He smiled a lot, but it looked great on his face.

- Okay, let me show you. First, you put it like this, and then...

The uniform was more complicate than anything Dane had ever worn, but with a bit of guidance he was able to put it on almost perfectly, and the tie was the last step before Henry made him step in front of a mirror.

- Wow.

He had not expected it to make such a big difference. The uniform made him look a lot more polished, more like Henry, and not at all like a boy that had just come from a farm. Henry looked at him with a proud smile and checked him out, and Dane returned the smile, feeling a bit sheepish after what they had done in the showers.

-Okay, now let's go back to Galen. 

***

Dane had never gone to school either. He had learned to read and write from his parents and just a bit extra of everything, but it was clear that he had a lot to catch up compared with most guys of his age that had spent their entire lives there.

"Don't worry about that." said Mr. Galen. "We get kids like you sometimes, we will put you on fast track." 

And after that, it was like the day exploded. Henry took him to multiple classrooms and introduced him to multiple teachers, and in a couple hours a full schedule had taken form. He would take most of his lessons alone, one on one with those teachers.

"I don't even know if you're gonna be able to eat with us." complained Henry watching his final timetable. He had shown him the clocks in every hallway and every hall, explaining to him how the students went from hall to hall according to their own timetables. He was losing the whole day to show Dane the school, which made him feel guilty, but Henry said it was okay. Lots of them tried to escape their lessons every now and then anyway.

The school was huge. It took the entire block with six floors between halls, dormitories and classrooms, and it had a big, gray courtyard and a grass field, both of which were used for sports, and a good couple hundred students. They could only see part of it, some sections were off-limits reserved to younger students ("before you're eighteen you don't even know that this courtyard exists" had said Henry), and some for older students.

They didn't have days off. Each student had a day off per week but not all the same day, and in these days they cleaned the building, did laundry, and helped to cook and serve food for the rest of the students.

And in all that, there was one question that he wouldn't dare asking again.

Why was he here?

***

At the end of the day, Henry took him to a dining hall where they sat in front of a long table with several dozen students, some of his age and some a bit older. Some guys were walking along the table, serving dinner. Dane took mental note, he had already got that he would also do that at least once per week. 

Henry introduced him to some other guys, some of whom would sleep in the same room as him and some who wouldn't. They seemed curious, but since he couldn't answer their questions more than he could answer Henry's, they 

Dinner was good, and after dinner, according to the timetable, the students had some free time to read and relax, until the clock chimed ten and they all had to go to their beds.

***

The dormitory was fresh and lonely and completely dark, and Dane just couldn't sleep. It was just too strange, to not be able to see the moonlight the way it came through the window in his bedroom. And the silence was different, not the open and airy silence of a farm, but a heavy silence full with the breath of other people there. 

He turned on his bed. 

And turned.

And turned.

He tried to see the other beds in the dark. Which one was Henry's? Was it three beds down the line? Or was it four? And where were the other guys there? 

Sometimes when he wasn't able to sleep, he would jack off and fall asleep like a log, but in his room he was alone. Here he was with a lot other guys that could hear him.

Just thinking about what they had done in the showers was starting to turn him on. Henry's had been so warm, and at the same time so firm and soft in his hand... 

He was getting hard. He tried to pull down his pijama pants without making noise, and then he tried to lift the blanket to rub one off, but he felt like every scrape of his body against the fabric was incredibly noisy. He took off the blanket, as slowly and silently as he could, and...

There was someone standing next to his bed. He could hear his breathing. 

That someone was getting closer, closer, and then it was right next to him. 

- Shhhhh. - whispered Henry's voice in the dark. And then he got close to his ear, so close it was like he could hear his thoughts instead of his words, and he continued. - I couldn't sleep either and I thought maybe you were lonely.

He didn't know what to say, but his hands were faster than his brain and his mouth. He was opening Henry's shirt and he had forgotten about the noise, about everything but the need to feel that skin against his own.

Henry was on top of him, naked, and he was naked too, and their cocks were hard, and then he leaned down and they kissed him. Dane had never kissed anyone before. It felt... it felt like his blood as on fire. 

Henry then was kissing his neck and his ear and he was going down his chest and he lightly, so lightly it was almost a torture, bit his nipple, and it was like electricity running through his body. Dane didn't know the words for what was happening, all he knew was he didn't want it to stop, he wanted more, and Henry's mouth was the best thing his body had ever felt and it was going down and when it reached his cock he had to bit his clothes to avoid moaning.

What was even happening there? That felt warm and wet and it was just too good to stop. He could feel the orgasm building up and he lost control. Then the mouth left his cock and came up to his nipple, but one hand was still in his cock, taking him closer and closer to the edge. He was almost there and opened his mouth to moan... and Henry covered it with his hand.

That felt... he felt... he felt controlled. Henry was deciding he was not making any noise, and he would just do what Henry wanted. He felt powerless, helpless, completely in his hands, and that was the most exciting hing he'd felt in his life. 

When he came, he knew it was not only the hand on his cock. It was also the hand on his mouth. It was specially the hand on his mouth. It was having a warm, firm body on top of him, pinning him down and making him helpless. He felt controlled. 

And he loved it.

Henry kissed him again while his hand stroked his cock and then, choking a grunt in his throat, he shook and mixed his cum with Dane's on his stomach. 

Even in the full dark he could feel his smile when he kissed him, and some light fingers caressing his stomach, cleaning him up, and then Henry took his hand full of cum to Dane's mouth and made him like it off. The cum in his hand tasted weird, salty and bitter, but it felt right to be made lick it because that was what Henry liked. He felt like he was just a passenger in his body, obeying Henry's silent orders in the dark, doing what Henry wanted, because he wanted it.

And he loved it.

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Author note: Wow, this was hard. All this past couple weeks I've had my head full of the preparations for my surgery (it's tomorrow morning), but I wanted to publish this chapter before I did that, just in case. I might come back and revise it later, because to be honest I feel there's stuff here that can be better (the writing feels a bit stiff to me), but I'm still finding my way in this story and getting to know the characters and where things are going. Still, I hope you like it. 

Wish me luck tomorrow.