Wet Dream Cum True

Alex was the soft-spoken type. He sat off in the corner at lunch in high school, buried his head in his trigonometry textbook and ate his PB&J sandwich like clockwork. He had a girlfriend but they could never seem to get their lunch periods to line up so he sat with three of his friends every day. His one friend, Fred sat directly across from him at the end of the table. They have been friends since middle school so they made frequent jokes only they would understand. Sat down to the right of Alex was Patrick but everyone in school knew him as Pat. Alex and Pat both played guitar so they spent many weekends in each other’s basements writing stupid rock songs which wouldn’t ever take either of them anywhere. The truth was, they knew that but they didn’t care. It was more about the fun of hanging out and having a jam session. Sitting across from Pat was another mutual friend named Sara. She was introduced to the group by Fred so Alex didn’t have much to say to her over the years but didn’t want to turn away a friend of a friend.

One day while jamming in Alex’s basement, Pat wanted to write a song for a girl who he really liked. With the two being just teenage boys, Alex was quite intrigued to hear more about this “mystery girl” Pat was effectuated with so much.  So, Pat sat down and told him the whole story and at the end, finally told Alex her name.

“You know Sara.” Pat explained.

“Holy shit dude, you have a crush on Sara. Does she know?” said Alex.

“Of course she knows Alex. Why do you think I go to the men’s room each lunch period?”

“I just thought you went because they’re the cleanest washrooms in the whole school. That’s why I wait until lunch period. But what do you mean ‘she knows you like her so that’s why you go to the bathroom everyday’? What the fuck does that mean?”

“As soon as I sit down with my lunch, Sara raises her foot underneath the table and begins rubbing my, well, you know what with her shoe.”

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m fuckin’ eating my lunch a few inches away from you getting jacked off by Sara every day?”

“Well, she never finishes. We have a safe word. Then I go to the men’s room to finish up.”

“I feel like you’re causing me so many years of therapy here. Plus, why the fuck would you do that kind of stuff at school? Your parents aren’t ever around whenever I’m over your place so why not have her over?”

“It’s just spicier this way”

“oh my God, if you say spicier one more time I’m going to fucking hurl…I can never imagine doing that under the table let alone finishing in the fucking washrooms. I mean, they’re clean enough for a desperate act so you don’t shit yourself but there’s not like any signs of ‘come on in, pull your friend out and have a wank’.”

“Thank goodness you haven’t seen the fourth-floor washroom by study hall then”

“Why? What the fuck did you do in there? Did you and Sara have sex there?”

“No! There’s only one toilet stall in that washroom and the entire door is covered in people’s initials and dates”

“Hate to tell you dude, lot of fucking graffiti everywhere in our school. That’s not a big deal.”

“No, guys mark on the door where their furthest drop landed after they give themselves a tug.”

“Oh my God, you just ruined school for me. You see, this is why I never took gym class because there’s a bunch of freaks in our school. I mean, I’ve gotten hard in class but never did anything about it until I got home. Plus, now I have a girlfriend so I have people for that kind of stuff now.”

“And I have Sara’s feet”

“You sick fuck! Can we just stick to regular love stuff and not your fucking foot fetish which apparently you decided to share with me completely unwarranted?”

Even though Alex had a girlfriend who met his ‘needs’ a few times each weekend, he still felt himself get excited on weeknights when his girlfriend refused to do anything. Her parents knew she normally got showers in the morning before school and so by getting a second shower each night to wash the smell of Alex’s cum off her chest would raise some flags. Whereas on weekends her parents were either not home or the couple would find some secluded spot to park Alex’s car.

Alex continued to have his own fun on weeknights and his girlfriend continued to offer Alex perfect relaxation a few times every weekend until school was out for summer. Then the two found themselves deep inside each other’s throats every time either of their parents left for work. The kitchen, shower, couch, nothing was safe anymore. They had all the time in the world and thanks to his girlfriend’s special talent of being like a Hoover for cum, Alex never had to worry about the mess he would normally have to spend hours cleaning up on his own.

Then his girlfriend left for the week to go on vacation with her family in early July. He knew he would miss her and her perfect lips quite a bit but Alex promised her to control himself while she was gone. He promised her that he wouldn’t do things by himself all week and in return, she promised that when she came back from her trip they could finally go all the way. Up until this point, they had perfected the art of blowjobs but have never, you know, stuck it in.

Four days into the seven-day chastity pledge, Alex noticed his balls were twice the size they have ever been before. And it was starting to hurt him. He would sit at dinner with his family and feel a sharp pain going right up his chest. Every time he sat down at his computer with his hardwood chair, it felt as if someone had just kicked him in his sensitive area. But he felt committed to the cause knowing that in a few days his dick would be balls-deep inside his beautiful girlfriend’s sweet pussy for the first time.

As he sat in bed, he found himself scrolling through his phone and looking at all the fun pictures his girlfriend was taking on her trip. Just like every other night before, he texted her another coded message so his girlfriend would know he didn’t do anything by himself yet and coded so her parents wouldn’t understand if they read through her phone.  

“Hope u had a gr8 time 2day at the beach. We had pasta 4 dinner and it was so good but I am so stuffed I might be sick. Have a great night. Luv Alex.”

Bored out of his mind, Alex didn’t know what to do this late at night. Usually by this hour he would be on some adult website typing in a makeshift birthdate he memorized so the website would think he was 18 and allow him access to all its hidden glory.

The first night his girlfriend was out of town, Alex decided to join his family for family game night for the first time in months. The second night, he played video games online with his friends but not before telling each of them to not mention anything about girls that night. They all knew about his little agreement with his girlfriend so they wanted to support him however they could. That’s why they played until they heard over their headsets that Alex was snoring. On the third night, they decided to join Alex for a bike ride through town and by the end, they knew Alex would almost pass out from being so tired.

But the forth night, Pat and Fred were so tired themselves that neither of them could stay awake past 8 o’clock. So, Alex knew he was alone with his thoughts which was a dangerous thing. Taking the safe route, Alex decided to listen to some music which he and Pat recorded on their phones over the years during their jam sessions. He sat there laughing at the stupid lyrics they came up with over the years. Then came the song Pat wrote for their other friend Sara. As quickly as he could, Alex switched his phone to the next song as memories from that night flashed through his mind.

Even though he kept telling Pat that he was disgusted by the things Pat was telling him about their school washrooms, Alex knew he was turned on by the stories. Alex recalled the Monday after Pat told him about the fourth-floor washroom. He recalled how he made his way up to the fourth-floor and entered the competition himself, signing and dating under his white spot on the wall of fame. So, he quickly found another song on his phone which he knew was a safer bet for such high stakes.

Eventually, Alex fell asleep. No boner, no thoughts at all towards the subject. It was another perfect night his body could spend engorging his balls to the breaking point with juice for his inevitable release all over his girlfriend’s stomach.

Ever since Pat told him the truth of what happens in the school washrooms, Alex spent many of his weeknights by himself thinking about other areas of the school which other boys did the dirty deed in. He thought about gym class (something he had almost never been a part of) and how the boys must see each other’s members in the shower rooms. He also often pondered how many other guys in school had raging boners during class. Did every boy who raised his hand and went to the washroom go there for the same reason Pat did during lunch every day? But these thoughts were the furthest from Alex’s mind on this night. And that’s exactly what Alex needed.  

They say the average man has many different dreams throughout the night and Alex was no different. His night started off with a dream of his friends going to the arcade like they did in real-life every Thursday night like clockwork. Then his mind went to a dream of him and his girlfriend sitting on a park bench eating ice cream like they did last summer for their first date. Alex often dreamed about this first date and every time he did, he smiled in his sleep thinking of telling his kids the story one day.

But then came a flash of white. Alex didn’t want to leave his first date dream but no one really has control over their dreams, do they? So, off Alex went into the next storyline. He found himself smack in the middle of a concrete room. As he looked around, he realized it was in fact a locker room with tall, blue lockers. Each door with its own combination padlock of assorted sizes and colors. Between each row of lockers was a wooden bench standing in the middle of the row with thick metal pipes holding it permanently in place to the concrete floor.

As he looked forward again, Alex noticed his name, “Alex L.” was written on the locker tag in front of him. Directly to the left-hand side of his locker was a three-foot-wide concrete pillar holding the giant concrete ceiling in place above his head.

“Where the hell am I?” he asked in his sleep.

Alex started walking around to try and see around the end of the row of lockers he was standing in. As he got to the end of the row of lockers and could see what was around the corner, he noticed that there was a four-foot-wide concrete entrance to the locker room. It opened up to a giant football stadium which was completely empty. And thank goodness it was. As he walked towards the entranceway, he felt a slight breeze on his manhood below and as he looked down, he noticed he had nothing but a white towel around his waist.

He decided that he must get some clothes on before walking out into the stadium. So, he rushed back to his locker in the middle of the large room. As he turned the corner to go back into his row of lockers, Alex noticed another man standing at an opened locker, directly across from his own. The locker’s metal door was covering the man’s face but he could still see the man was around 20 years old. He was tall and brown-haired which was soaking wet, looking as if he just got out of the shower room.

“Excuse me, I’m Alex and you are?...”

“Wow dude.” The other voice explained. It was a deep voice but muffled by the fact that the man was talking into his locker and not directly at Alex. “You’d think after three years you would know me by now?”

“Sorry, I’m really confused” said Alex.

“The name’s Troy. Don’t you remember me? I’m the assistant manager of this place. They told me to lock up the place after the game tonight but I have to be honest, it was a little hot this afternoon so I decided to come in here and have a quick rinse. I didn’t think anyone else was here let alone you. I thought by now you’d be off celebrating your big win tonight.”

“Big win?”

“35 to 7, don’t you remember that either?”

“No. I’m sorry I don’t” Alex said as he made his way back to his locker and started sitting down on the middle bench to put his socks on.

“Well, I do. The other team didn’t stand a chance in hell. Anyway, what has you here still? Did you want more practice time or something?”

“Yeah sure, I think that was the reason I stuck around.”

Alex looked completely bewildered as he stood up to grab his briefs to put them on. Always the shy type, Alex tried at first to put them on underneath his towel. Just then Troy turned around and pulled the towel off of Alex’s waist.

“What the heck are you doing Alex? It’s just us here. Plus, we’ve been showing together for almost three years now. If you’re asking, I haven’t looked down too much.”

“Yeah. I guess” Alex said as he turned back around to face his locker.

“You know, I often come down here after a game to take a quick shower but I often hoped you would join me like this.”

“Why’s that Troy?”

Just then Alex felt the warmth of Troy’s entire body hug him from behind. Troy’s hands wrapped around Alex and softly rubbed up and down Alex’s smooth and shaven chest. Slowly, Troy’s left hand made its way down to Alex’s cock which was growing more and more with every passing second. Troy first grabbed Alex’s balls with his hand and played with them like they were dice in a board game. Alex felt Troy start to kiss the back of his neck and started to feel himself get poked in the ass by Troy’s now fully-erect dick through Troy’s towel.

Troy started masturbating Alex vigorously before suddenly grabbing Alex by the hands, spinning him around and pressing him up against the giant concrete pillar in the middle of the room. Alex’s hands were spread out above his head and being forced against the pillar by Troy’s strong hands. Alex couldn’t help receiving Troy’s long tongue which was being forced into his mouth and near the back of his throat. Troy then started kissing Alex’s neck and as he slowly released Alex’s hands from the pillar, Troy slowly made his way down to Alex’s six-and-a-half-inch cock kissing every inch of Alex’s chest on his way there.

Troy wrapped his beautiful lips around Alex and began sliding his head forward and back. Even though Troy had released them, Alex kept his hands up in the air, against the concrete like the good little puppet he was. Troy kept to his slow movements until Alex started to shoot his giant load into Troy’s mouth. Near the end of Alex’s full release, Troy started to bite down on Alex’s head to make the feeling much more intense for Alex, hoping Alex had much more to give.

Troy took one big gulp and then stood up to kiss Alex, still spread out against the pillar.

“Now get on your knees” Troy forcefully said.

Alex did was he was commanded to. Troy sat down on the wooden bench in the middle of the row of lockers and gave Alex his next direction: “Blow me. I want to see my cum dripping off your fucking lips.”

So, Alex leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Troy’s thick and solid member. At first, Alex moved slowly but Troy pulled on Alex’s hair and shoved Alex’s head up and down his shaft with speed. Alex started to gag on Troy’s dick. Troy was pushing it too far into the back of his throat. But Troy liked the sound of making another man gag with nothing but his dick. And oddly enough, Alex liked being gagged. Alex felt Troy’s load fill his mouth with shot after shot speeding out of Troy’s dick.

Just then, Alex woke up from his dream and felt a giant wet spot down by his flaccid penis underneath the sheets.

“Fuck!” he silently screamed as he jumped out of bed and started to roll up his sheets so he could run them down to his laundry room. He franticly looked at the clock. “Shit, mom and dad are getting up in an hour” he thought to himself. He raced down the two flights of stairs and pushed his sheets in the washer. He sat there and waited for 20 minutes while it ran its cycle. Then he quickly pushed them into the dryer for another half hour.

All the time he sat there waiting for his sheets to wash, he felt a cold feeling come over him inside. He felt empty and lost. He knew the first thing his girlfriend would do is feel how big his balls were to know if he was lying to her. And as he sat there by the washer, he squeezed his hand between his chest and his fresh set of briefs and felt his sack but they were like raisins instead of the golf balls he had gone to bed with.

Well, luckily his girlfriend couldn’t care less and didn’t really expect him to wait all week for her to return. “Wish I had known that piece of wonderful information before I spent all week in pain” he thought to himself.

Years later, Alex was working as an assistant professor at a local college teaching trigonometry, his favorite subject. One day on campus, he was asked to help the lead football coach with running some numbers for the team, hoping they would win their next game. It was a rivalry between the two neighboring schools. Forgetting all about his wet dream from high school, Alex agreed to help the coach.

The coach invited him into the locker room to meet the team for the first time. As Alex walked into the locker room, he started looking around and noticing something very familiar with the place. He swore he was never in the room before but something just didn’t feel right.

The coach went around and introduced all the players of the team, eventually coming to the 20th or so name in the lineup, “this is Troy”. The coach continued to list all the names of those in the room but suddenly Alex remembered everything. Remembered how amazing that dream felt, how the blue lockers in his dream matched the ones before him perfectly, and even remembered how amazing Troy’s cum tasted in his mouth. It scared the hell out of Alex.

“Coach can we take this meeting outside in the stadium?” he frantically asked.

The coach replied “um, sure. I guess. Why, do you work better in the sunlight?”

“No. I just had a major case of déjà vu even though I’ve never been in this room before and it’s freaking me the hell out.”

“What, did you have some bad memories in gym class in high school or something?” the coach asked as they walked out of the locker room and into the stadium.

“No, it was a great dream but that’s a story I best keep private.”