Wet Dream
 
By: Backwoods Boy
(© 2022 by the author)

Edited by: Michael

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Jason awoke with a start. He'd heard about wet dreams, but none of his fourteen-year-old friends would admit to having experienced one. He'd decided it was a locker-room myth. Now, with the front of his tighty-whities soaked with spunk, he knew differently.

It had happened during his second night at summer camp, in a bunkhouse with seven other boys, all of whom were now awake and getting dressed - a shower wouldn't happen until evening.

Jason waited until the other boys left for breakfast. Crawling out of his bottom bunk, he quickly pulled his duffel bag from underneath, changed his underwear, and got dressed. Travis, their sixteen-year-old bunkhouse counselor, stuck his head in the door.

"Coming, Jace?"

"Yeah."

Jason dashed towards the door, observing the knowing smile on the older boy's face. Travis blocked his way.

"Whoa! Slow down, Jace. There's plenty of time for breakfast, and there's lots of food."

He fell into step beside the younger boy, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I bet you had a wet dream."

Jason blushed. "Yeah."

"First one?"

"Yeah."

"It happens a lot here. I think it's the excitement of having all the other boys around."

Jason gave him a quick glance but no response. Travis grinned at him.

"It's a message from God, you know."

"This isn't Bible camp, is it?"

Travis laughed out loud.

"I like your sense of humor, Jace. God's telling you to have sex."

"With a guy?"

It came out spontaneously, and now Jason blushed again. Travis smirked.

"If it was part of the dream, it's part of the message."

As he ate breakfast in the adolescent chaos of the dining hall, Jason considered his dream. The detail was vivid, though somewhat disjointed - the full moon in the night sky as he stepped out of the bunkhouse, the warmth of the night air as he walked to the lake, the coolness of the inky-black water as he waded in, the shadowy form of the boy on the diving platform, and the rush of excitement as he realized the other boy was also naked.

But that was all, and it wasn't what he expected. If the locker-room rumors were true, he should have been snogging with some girl. And in spite of the detail, the action seemed uncontrollable, even more so than his usual happy dreams about being able to fly, or anxious ones about not being able to find his assigned classroom.

After breakfast, Jason went to his first activity of the day - wood-shop. The instructor was an experienced shop teacher, and Travis was his assistant. Jason's project was a hanging planter for his mom. Travis monitored his progress, giving him occasional instruction and a lot of encouragement. Instruction always included a hand on his shoulder - encouragement meant a quick squeeze of his neck or a pat on the back. Both involved standing close - near enough to feel the warmth and energy emanating from the older boy's athletic body, and to detect the scent of his Old Spice deodorant.

Jason had a crush on Travis, though he wouldn't have used that word - boys had crushes on girls, not other boys. He just wanted to be the handsome boy's special friend. And when Travis called him Jace, a nickname only Travis used, it excited him in ways he didn't understand - the same kind of excitement he'd felt in his dream.

Jason's need for a shower was resolved by his next activity - diving lessons. Swimming to the diving platform held a familiarity that one day's experience couldn't account for. At the platform, he climbed the ladder and stood at the edge looking back towards the shore. In his dream, the other boy stood here. Why did it seem so real? Who was the other boy?

It was during lunch break that he found the note on his pillow: Midnight swim? The note was as much a surprise as his wet dream. He read it several times, as if that would add meaning to the two simple words. When he put it in his pocket, the message hadn't changed.

Now burdened with two concerns, Jason's attention wandered during the afternoon canoeing instruction. And during the recreational time that followed, his heart wasn't in the volleyball game he and his bunkhouse mates played against their neighbors.  

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Jason was dreaming again, and new disconnected scenes were added to the old - swimming towards the diving platform, climbing the ladder, standing in front of a boy he didn't know, lying on his back on a white towel, the boy kneeling between his legs, and then that now-familiar rush of excitement because he knew what would happen next.

He awoke as suddenly as before, his underwear again wet with jizz. The distinct smell of Old Spice hung in the air, as if it had wafted out of his dream. Travis was right - it was a message from God.

The clock on the wall told him it was midnight. Everyone else was asleep as he crawled out of his bunk, dropped his shorts onto the wood floor, and slipped quietly to the door.

The full moon illuminated his way as he stepped out of the bunkhouse and walked towards the lake. The night air was warm, the inky water cool by contrast. He looked towards the diving platform. The naked boy was waiting for him, and he knew who it was.

Jason swam to the diving platform and eagerly climbed the ladder. There was no white towel. Disappointed, he stood next to Travis looking back towards the shore. The older boy put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.

"I knew you'd come, Jace." He smiled at the younger boy. "Let's do some diving practice."

Jason's disappointment faded quickly. It had been a dream, and any similarity to reality was coincidence. Travis wanted to share a nighttime adventure with him, and that was enough.

The boys quietly dove in several times before sitting down next to each other on the edge of the platform with their feet dangling in the water. Travis leaned back on his elbows.

"You know that it's against the rules to swim at night."

"Then why did you invite me to do it?"

Travis was silent for a few moments.

"Because sometimes you gotta break the rules to have fun."

He stood up and reached down to help Jason get up.

"I wanna show you something, Jace." 

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The old cabin stood a ways back in the woods. Ignoring the Keep Out sign, Travis opened the door and guided the younger boy inside. The small, dark room smelled musty. Along one wall lay the only furnishing - an old, stained mattress. Cobwebs covered the small, grimy window except where a few condoms and an uncovered jar of Vaseline sat on the sill.

As if he were giving a wood-shop instruction, Travis rested a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Lie down on your back."

Jason complied eagerly, and watched as the moving silhouette rolled on a condom, expertly applied Vaseline, and then knelt between his legs to apply more there. Leaning forward, Travis gave the boy a kiss, and then moved into position.

"Relax, Jace. It'll go in easier."

Jason felt pressure between his legs, and the same rush of excitement as in his dreams. A small gasp was the only sign he gave of being penetrated. He lay in nervous silence as Travis casually completed the coupling and began to move inside him.

As Travis established a steady pace, Jason's hands roamed over the beautiful boy's perspiring back and shoulders, exploring a smooth, muscular body previously admired only from a distance.

It seemed to Jason, lost in the pleasurable emotions of being joined to his idol this way, that it ended far too soon. In reality, it lasted for several minutes, long enough for Travis to enjoy the younger boy's body to his full satisfaction.

As he pulled out, Travis leaned over and kissed Jason once more. Sitting back on his heels, he stripped off the condom and tossed it onto a growing pile. As he brushed his sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes, he grinned at Jason.

"That was hot, buddy. Don't get up. I'm gonna do it again."

Reaching for the Vaseline, Travis spent a couple of minutes stroking himself hard before leaning over to position himself.

Jason thought it went in more easily this time, and felt better moving inside him - a smoothness that hadn't been there before. From the expressions on his face, Travis seemed to be enjoying it more too. It wasn't until Travis blew his load that Jason realized, with a hot flush of excitement, what was different.

Travis pulled out and helped Jason stand up. After a more serious kiss and a warm hug, Travis extended an invitation.

"Wanna do it again tomorrow?"

"Sure!"

"With or without?"

"Without." Then he grinned. "Because sometimes you gotta break the rules to have fun."

Later, as he crawled back into his bunk, Jason smiled to himself. It was fortunate that in high school he'd no longer be required to write an essay titled, What I Did Last Summer.

Posted: 09/02/2022