Wet Dreams
by David Heulfryn

 

I took off all my clothes and sat on my bed, waiting for Max to come in from the bathroom. After talking last night, I was worried about him. He seemed to be struggling with a lot of conflicting feelings. I was surprised when he walked into our bedroom naked. He looked beautiful.

I went over to him and hugged him.

“It feels odd, but I’m not ashamed,” Max said to me.

“I’m so proud of you,” I told him. “You should feel proud of your body. If you can love your body, then you can love your mind and then hopefully admit that you love James.”

Max squeezed me tightly, and at the mere mention of James, I felt his cock press against my hip.

“I’m not sure if I love him, but I’m attracted to him and not only as a friend,” Max confessed.

“How do you feel about it?” I asked.

“I’m starting to be okay with it.” Max pulled away and broke our hug. I glanced down and noticed his cock had thickened but wasn’t hard yet. “Shall we go to bed, Min?” He looked at me.

“And you call me a pervert!” I laughed, and Max rolled his eyes.

I went to turn off the light while Max got into his bed. Our room was now dark, and Max was the silhouette I usually saw when I looked over at his side of the room.

I slipped into my bed and snuggled under my duvet. Max was silent, but I could hear him breathing.

“Have you spoken to James about things?” I asked.

“Not really. I know we’ve done things, and we’ve always been good mates, but he’s not really started anything again. I don’t know if he was just messing or he’s actually interested in me.”

“I know it’s not going to mean anything coming from me, but from what you’ve told me, I think he is. But I understand why you’d be afraid to say anything.”

“I know,” Max agreed. “If he flips out, then everything will be ruined. I’d lose a friend, I’d lose my rugby, I couldn’t show my face there knowing he’d told the team, and it’d get round school. That would be the worst.”

“So, how do we move forward? What do you think you should do next. He never flipped when you touched his hard cock. When will you see him again?”

“Tomorrow.” Max sighed, “It’s rugby practice.”

“Oh, that soon. We’d better think of something.” I paused a moment, “What do you usually do afterwards?” I asked.

“Well, most of the guys go to the clubhouse, the older ones start drinking, and guys my age will just chat or play a game of pool. I’m a bit antisocial and come straight home. They do ask me to join them. Sometimes I do.”

“What about James? What does he do?”

Max thought a moment. “I think he joins the other guys in the clubhouse, but sometimes he will walk back with me. Well, he did that twice.” Max paused again, I figured he was thinking about something, so I didn’t want to disturb him. “He did that after we… that thing we did in the showers.”

“When you touched his cock.” I stated.

I heard Max fidget. “Yes, when I touched his cock.”

“You are such an idiot, Max. He wanted something to carry on. And if I know you, you just ignored it, or you didn’t realise which is more like. He wanted to get to know you, Max. He wanted you. So, my advice would be to ask him if he wanted to walk back with you tomorrow after rugby practice. You then start to talk to him. Start with something like ‘you know that time in the shower, it was crazy but gave me such a buzz’, or….”

Max interrupted, “That sounds nothing like something I would say or how I would speak.”

“Well, just put it in your own words.”

“Okay, what then?” Max asked.

“I don’t know. It depends on how he responds. Ask him what he thought about it. Ask him if he wants to hang out at the weekend, see a film, and bring him back here to watch the match on the telly. I can make myself scarce if you like.”

“Thanks, Min. I’ll let you know. But now I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve never done this before. I’ll also need to break up with Jane. No matter what happens, I think we need to break up. It’s James who I think about all the time. It’s James who I fantasise about. It’s James…” Max’s voice got lower until it was inaudible, and then I heard him sigh.

“Max? Has James made you hard?”

“So hard,” Max admitted.

“I can go to the bathroom if you want a moment alone.” I offered.

“Thanks, Min. That would be good. Can you give me 5 minutes?”

“I’ll go do my teeth again. They can’t be too clean.” Neither of us said what would happen when I left the room, but we both knew Max would be cumming very soon.

Before I left and shut the door, I saw Max’s duvet move as he stroked his hard cock. I could feel my little cock get harder.

I didn’t bother locking the door. I didn’t even bother shutting it. I didn’t hear Dad come upstairs as I leant over the bathroom sink, vigorously brushing my teeth with the tap running.

Dad stood in the doorway watching me. I spat out some foam and rinsed my mouth with water.

“Hi, Dad,” I said as I wiped the hand towel over my mouth and chin.

“Still going to bed naked, I see.” Dad seemed to scan his eyes up and down my body. My cock wasn’t hard, but it was perky and jutted out from my groin and sparse pubic hairs. “You’re growing up, Finn. Your body is changing from a boy to a man.”

“I know, Dad. I know what’s happening to me. I understand all that.”

“You’ll also start to get feelings, sexual feelings. I want to make sure you understand that while we don’t mind you being naked in your bedroom, we don’t want it to spill into the rest of the house. And certainly not when you get sexual feelings.”

Dad was cringing, and I was cringing. Basically, he didn’t want to see me naked. “I promise I won’t turn up naked at the breakfast table.” I smiled at him. “I didn’t think anyone would notice. I forgot to clean my teeth and thought you and Mum were staying downstairs. I promise to put something on next time.” I smiled sweetly at my dad.

“How’s Max?” Dad asked. “Doesn’t he mind you being naked in your room?”

“He’s not complained. But I don’t flaunt myself, I promise. I usually just get undressed and get straight into bed. It’s just today I forgot to do my teeth.”

“I might just check in on him, make sure he’s alright.” Dad turned towards our bedroom door. I got nervous.

What if Max hadn’t finished? I had to stall Dad, “Honestly, he’s fine. He was also very tired tonight and went straight to sleep when he got into bed. I had to creep out of the room so I didn’t disturb him. That’s why I didn’t put something on.”

“Perhaps I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Dad turned back to me. “Now, you get back to bed. And what have we told you about keeping the tap running when you brush your teeth?”

“Sorry, Dad. I won’t do it again.”

I squeezed past Dad and felt his eyes on my naked arse as I quietly and slowly opened our bedroom door. “Night, Dad,” I whispered and slipped into our bedroom, closing the door behind me. “Have you finished, Max?” I whispered as I felt my way back to my bed. “That was close. Dad came upstairs and caught me naked in the bathroom. He was very embarrassed and basically told me I shouldn’t be naked outside my bedroom. He had a good look, though. I felt like his eyes were on my cock. Have you ever seen Dad naked?” I wondered. “I haven’t, not that I can remember. Mum neither.”

“Come to think of it, I haven’t. Strange, isn’t it? I wonder why.”

“We need to make sure we don’t become like him. I like being naked. It makes me feel good.

“Me too.” Max agreed.

“Are you okay now about meeting James tomorrow?”

“Oh, please don’t make me think of him again. I’ve run out of tissues. Which reminds me that I need to make sure I flush these first thing in the morning.” Max had dropped his used tissues to the side of his bed.

“Well, good luck tomorrow. I have a good feeling about it.” I said to Max.

“Thanks, Min.”

“I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Min.”

 

The alarm woke me up the following morning. But something felt different, wrong somehow. I felt damp. I tossed my duvet aside and saw the wet patch on my mattress.

“Max!” I cried and ran over to shake him awake. “Max! It happened last night.”

Max wriggled as I shook him awake. He sat up in bed and looked at me. “Min, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.” Max jumped out of bed and hugged me, “Tell me what’s up.”

I was crying. I was afraid. Not because it happened but what Mum and Dad would think. “I think I’ve just had my first wet dream.” I cried on Max’s shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.” He pushed me away and dashed to my bed. He saw the damp patch immediately and then grabbed my duvet and started to inspect it. He rubbed his hand down the duvet. “I don’t think you got any on the duvet.” Max tossed it onto the floor and stared at the wet patch on my bed. He grabbed the corner of the bottom sheet and ripped it from my bed. There was a smaller, lighter damp patch on the mattress protector our Mum insisted was put on.

I was just standing and watching Max take control. Tears streamed down my cheek. I knew Mum would go ballistic. She warned me what would happen if I caused her more washing.

Max ran his fingers through the damp patch on my mattress protector. “It’s not very damp. Hopefully, it will dry soon.” Max turned to look at me. He looked at my crotch. “You get in the shower. You’re going to be all sticky and stinky down below,” he nodded at my cock. “Don’t lock the door, as I’ll need to get in to get you another bottom sheet.”

I grabbed my towel, and Max grabbed his pyjama trousers. I needed to be quick in the shower as we had to get to school. Max came in as I was soaping up my crotch. I got hard and stroked myself. As I touched myself, I didn’t feel guilty, as I expected, but I felt good. Max poked his head around the shower curtain.

“Leave that alone, Min. We don’t have much time.”

I smiled and blushed at being caught.

“The stain is disappearing as it dries. You might get away with it, Min. But Mum will know we’ve had to change your bottom sheet. With luck, she’ll not say anything.”

Max threw his cummy tissues into the toilet and flushed. The water became scolding, and I squealed, jumping away from the spray.

“Sorry, Min. I didn’t think.” Max said as he poked his head around the shower curtain again to make sure I was alright.

Max disappeared, taking a fresh bedsheet with him. I finished washing.

When I returned to the bedroom, Max knelt by my bed, his hands covering the damp patch. “What are you doing?” I wondered.

“I’m warming it up to dry it quicker,” Max explained.

I got dressed while Max made my bed.

Max looked so sweet in big brother mode. When I was in my maroon school uniform, my tie tight around my neck, we looked at each other. “Thank you so much, Max.” We went to hug each other.

“I love you, Min,” Max told me.

“I love you so much, Max. You are the best big brother I could ever want.”

 

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