My Friend Gave Me a Wet Dream 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: School

I spent the morning on cloud nine. I was just excited about my new friend. I thought about him and the feeling I had when we admitted that we had both had wet dreams. As soon as we parted at the front of the school, both of us heading to our respective first period classes, he was on my mind. It felt like nothing could break my stride. 

I saw him in the hallway mid-morning, before homeroom.

He was coming from the other direction, his backpack over one shoulder, talking to someone I didn't know. He looked up and saw me from maybe thirty feet away. He didn't wave or say anything. He just smirked. I could tell it was a small, private thing, meant for me. Then he kept walking.

I kept walking too.

I thought about that smirk for the next two periods.

At lunch I was sitting with some other baseball guys, and Derek found me. He sat down at my table across from me and started chatting with everyone, seamlessly dropping into the conversation. Even though he was newer at our school, it seemed like everyone already really liked him. He helped himself to one of my chips without asking, and started talking to me directly about the upcoming game. It was like we were old friends already. We had a rapport.

Someone said something about their Dad, and then turned to Derek. “Hey, what’s your family like?”

His face got a little solemn. He paused. “Mom good. Dad… no good.”

The rest of us nodded a bit, not really sure how to ingest that. Derek turned back to me and started talking again. I felt like, in some way, I was his comfort blanket. I didn’t even know if that was in my head, but I got a sense that I gave him some sort of ease and comfort that he needed. Just a hunch.

I ate my sandwich and let him talk, and felt unreasonably good about all of it.

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Practice was… sharp. Derek was locked in, which made everyone else lock in, which was one of the things he did without seeming to try. He had that effect. He hit well, he moved well, and when he caught a bad throw in the dirt and came up with it cleanly, somebody on the bench made a noise and he just tossed the ball back like it was nothing.

I played well too. I was aware of him watching when I was up.

When we hit the showers, Derek was in the middle of it the way he tended to be since he arrived. He would wander out from his stall, shamelessly letting it all hang out while he chatted with the other guys, letting his shower run, not in any rush, talking to those on either side of him or even across the room. This day, the second time he came out of his stall to chat, he had soap suds piled onto his crotch to cover his junk. He made some guys look for a laugh.

“Where do you get all this energy, even after practice?” someone asked him.

“I sleep eight hours,” he said smiling.

"I had the worst sleep of my life last night," someone said. It was Kowalski, I think. He was always complaining about something.

"Why?"

"Gotta be honest,” he said, “Horniness. And I woke up to a wet dream. I hate those things. Woke me up at like three-am."

A few guys groaned in sympathy.

"I had two in one night once," somebody offered from the back. "Cleaned up, went back to sleep, boom. Second one. I was like, what is happening to my body."

Laughter.

"I've actually never had one," said Torres.

"That's not a flex," Derek said, rinsing his hair.

"I didn't say it was."

“I just had one last night,” Derek said, and the guys nodded along, like he was setting the tone.

"What about you?" Kowalski said, looking at me.

I was rinsing off. I glanced over. Derek had his eyes on me, mild, waiting.

"Had one last night too," I said, a bit of nerves taking over my face. I looked at Derek when I said the next part. "We were in the same bed."

The room went quiet for half a second.

Derek grinned, full and easy-going, as usual.

"That sucks," said Kowalski. “Probably felt super gay.”

"Nah," Derek said. "It happened to both of us. Bonding moment."

Somebody laughed. The noise came back. Derek finally started rinsing off. I had a strange feeling like some tension had arisen, and then suddenly, was perfectly resolved.

Derek and I dressed next to each other afterward. Derek pulled on his shirt and looked at me.

“Some guys said they wanted to come watch the game at my place on Saturday.”

“Cool.”

"You should come," he said.

"Yeah, I'm down," I said.

"Could do another…” He paused. “Sleepover thing…" He said it with a tiny hint of suggestion, just barely. I felt myself light up a bit, definitely unable to contain my expression.

"Yeah, I’m down," I said.

He nodded and that was that.

—[]—

Saturday morning, Derek texted the group chat that his Mom was having a thing and he couldn’t have us over. My disappointment was instant and immeasurable. Without even asking my parents, I immediately answered in the chat.

“Everyone come to mine instead.”

I got five reaction emojis. It was on.

Derek showed up at my place around 3:45 with a backpack. We were just getting adjusted on the floor of my room, waiting for others to start to arrive while my Mom made snacks. I checked my phone to find that Torres had texted the group chat saying he got grounded. Two minutes later, Mikey texted: Sorry too busy playing Madden. Which, okay. I texted the chat to ask if anyone else was still coming. Half didn’t answer, and the other half said no for various reasons.

So it was just Derek and me.

“Mom!” I yelled from my room.

“What!” she yelled back, making Derek chuckle.

“No one else is coming!”

“Ok!”

We watched the game for a bit, got bored when we could see it was a blowout against our favored team, and pulled up some video games. Naturally, the hours flew by and we ended up playing until we started yawning, not even realizing how much time had passed. We were alone, the rest of the house having gone quiet.

At some point Derek reached into his backpack and put something on the bed between us.

I looked at it. It was some sort of plastic tube, like a pringles can but with a wider end. Some PVC thing I would expect to be at the bottom of a shed in my crazy uncle’s backyard.

"What’s that?" I said.

"This," he said as he pulled off the end. 

There was a pink, plastic pussy shape under the cap, leading to the rest of the tube. I squinted for a second, knowing I recognized the idea before realizing what it was. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my face flush.

“Is that a fleshlight?”

“The best one,” he said, his face as excited as I had ever seen it. “No more wet dreams for us.”

I laughed. “Where’d you get it?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

I was intrigued. I was horny. I had butterflies in my stomach as I imagined what we were going to get up to.

He leaned back against the headboard and crossed his arms, completely comfortable with himself. "You're a virgin, right?"

I looked at him. "What?"

"Are you."

"I mean." I paused. "Yeah."

He nodded like that confirmed something. "You need to know what you're doing before you're actually doing it. That's the closest thing to real pussy besides actual pussy." 

He said it like he was explaining a piece of equipment, matter-of-factly like this was just a normal thing guys did.

I looked at the box.

"I'm not…" I started.

"I'll talk you through it," he said.

“I mean…” I started, but didn’t even know what to say. I crawled into bed and lowered my shorts and underwear, exposing myself under the blanket, already getting a rush just from that. He leaned closer to me, still on top of the covers, his knee pushing against my thigh through the blanket, talking to me. His voice was low and confident. 

“Stick it in really slowly. It’s already lubed.”

I did as he said, and the sensation was shocking. I felt my crotch quiver, almost vibrating from the adrenaline and the sexual thrill. I looked him in the eye as I pushed into it slowly.

“Not too fast,” he said, “Train your cock. Stamina.”

I just nodded slowly, my jaw dropped open.

“Is it good?” he said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Yeah," he agreed, like he knew.

He talked about the real thing. He'd clearly had it. He was specific in a way that only came from experience. 

“Real pussy is a lot like that, except obviously you have a real girl with you. Can’t fake that.”

“Yeah,” I said as I attempted to chuckle, but only exhaled. 

“It’s so good,” I added as I started to move it up and down the length of me. It was warming up as I moved in it. The squelching sounds were new to me, but I could tell I was going to associate them with sex for the rest of my life.

“Now hold it still and thrust a little,” he said.

I moved slowly under the blanket, listening to him talk as he started going on about “real pussy” again. I was trying and failing to keep my breathing normal.

"That's not fair," I said.

"What isn't."

"I'm the only one doing anything. You’re gonna have a wet dream too."

He looked at me for a second. Then he shrugged and reached into his shorts.

"Get naked," I said. I don't know where it came from. It just came out.

He looked at me again, something shifting slightly in his face, and then he pulled his shirt off. He had the body he had. I'd seen it a lot before, but there was still something different about seeing him in my room, when it was just the two of us. He was broad and defined, and he didn’t have any of the shoulder acne I had. He pushed his shorts and underwear down and kicked them off before hopping onto the bed next to me, over the covers.

“Siri, turn the lights low,” he said, triggering my room to get dark. 

"True bromance," he said.

"If we both finish, we won't have wet dreams," I said, feeling like an idiot for just repeating the idea again. It wasn’t even a theory I actually believed, but it sounded like a reason to do whatever we were doing.

"Hope it works," he said as he grabbed himself rubbing slowly.

He got up on his knees on the mattress and slowly pulled the blanket off of me. I didn’t resist at all. He looked down at me. I felt the air on my lower stomach, then my pube area, and then my balls, my dick still buried in the warm tube. I didn't move to cover it up, just letting him expose me. He watched for a second like he was taking stock of me, his own mostly hard rod pointing in my direction, and then settled back down, next to me on his side, propped up on one elbow, close enough that his dick was only an inch from my thigh.

I could feel the warmth coming off his body.

“Now I’m cold,” I said. Then after a second, “But you seem warm.”

He didn’t respond. He just scooted even closer, letting his leg cross over mine, his dick resting on my thigh, nonchalant as he put his hand on top of the fleshlight, steadying it for me. His face was a foot from mine. I could feel him breathing on me. He smelled like minty gum, which I only noticed at that moment he had been chewing. I thrust upward, slowly into the toy while I looked at him.

"Tell me about your first time," I said. "Or the best time. Or something."

He looked at me for a moment. Then he leaned in closer, resting his shoulder across my body, and put his mouth near my ear. 

He thought about it for a second, then started talking.

"First time I lasted about forty-five seconds," he said, right at my ear. "I thought I was prepared. I was not prepared. She was cool about it but I could tell she was like, okay, that's it? So I just stayed in her and kept going because I didn't go soft, and that saved me. Second round was way better. I had something to prove."

He paused. I pushed further into the toy as his free hand slid up and rested on top of my head, not gripping, just resting, heavy and warm and strong. I was doing what he said, taking it slow. He started to gently move the toy up and down my shaft, his pinkie touching my balls with each down stroke.

"Best time though. Different girl. We were in her car, back seat, she climbs on top of me and I'm like, okay, this is it, this is the move. And it was. She's doing her thing and I'm just holding her hips and watching her face. Then she turns around. Reverse. And I could see everything. I put my hands on her lower back and pushed her down and she made this sound." 

He stopped for a second and pushed the toy down onto me quickly, firmly pressing against my balls, and I moaned a little with an exhale. 

"Yeah, that sound,” he said, “I think about that sound every time I jack off."

“Now you have a new sound,” I said between breaths.

He looked at me sort of sternly. “Do it again.”

He slammed the toy down on me, pushing into my balls with his fingers while he gave me the sensation of deep penetration. I heard myself whimper, and felt his hard dick press again my leg. He was thrusting, maybe involuntarily. I looked down and saw him leaking some pre-cum onto me.

“You’re getting me all sticky,” I said, feeling the taboo nature of this reach an apex.

“Mmhmm,” he said lowly, the breath out of his nose making my neck tingle.

“Tell me more,” I said, more because I wanted to feel his words in my ear than I wanted to hear the story.

He shifted slightly, mouth back at my ear.

"I got her on her stomach after that. Came in from behind, and she just… she opened up dude. She kept saying to keep going, ‘don't stop’, exactly like that, over and over. I had both hands on her hips pulling her back into me. I had all this stamina the second time. She was saying my name over and over."

“Derek,” I said, feeling my voice get higher pitched than normal, the sensation on my dick getting intense.

“Yeah,” he said into my ear, letting his lips touch me directly for the first time. “Just like that.”

I felt the words more than I heard them. His breath was hot and directly against my ears and neck. His fingers made little circles in my hair and pulled slightly while he continued massaging me with the fleshlight. 

His humping took on a rhythm as he worked himself against me, the strings of goo attached to various parts of me like a drunken spider web.

His hand tightened slowly in my hair, and I moaned again.

"That's a good one,” he groaned, “Just like the ones I think about when I beat it."

I turned my head and our cheeks brushed each other. He looked at me, his eyes half closed, his body moving against me, his hand working my manhood. I felt like I was losing my virginity. His breath hit my lips directly.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He sighed and closed his eyes. It was exactly what he had been waiting for. He exhaled slowly through his nose. His hand tightened sturdily in my hair.

I had never held another dude’s dick before. It was bigger than mine, and it was slimy. I never made this much pre-cum in my life, and he was leaking it like a faucet. I rubbed it sloppily and he seemed to love it. He humped into my hand while his never stopped jerking me with the toy. Our breaths picked up as we pushed each other toward the edge.

“I wanna know,” I said between breaths, looking him in the eye.

“What?” he said.

“I wanna know how you kissed her.”

He closed the space between our faces and shoved his tongue down my throat immediately. His greedy mouth invaded mine and I didn’t even know how to respond. I just let him probe me with his tongue while he kept working on each other. In seconds, I was moaning like a pornstar, letting him know without saying it that I was about to finish. He didn’t warn me either, our mouths busy with each other as he spilled a hot load that sprayed across me, streaking my abs and wetting my sheets, quickly dripping down my body. The smell was intense, and I released into the toy. 

“MMMmm,” I shouted without shouting, as my body froze. And he slowed down his stroking of me, our orgasms reaching peak at the same time as we continued to make out with vigor. The flame kindled between us burned brightly and fleetingly.

As we came down from our joint climax, I pulled away from him, suddenly aware of the mess that was on my body. 

Derek’s long exhale was like a satisfied sigh. “That’ll do the trick.”

“I don’t even care if it did,” I said, groping around the side of my bed for the towel I usually used as a cum rag.

We cleaned up without making it a thing, wiping our junk while chuckling about how intense that had gotten. I got under the blanket again while Derek looked at his phone. I didn’t put any clothes back on. Then the room got quiet, but in a comfortable way.

He got back in bed next to me, our bodies touching from the hips through the thighs, both of us turned slightly toward the other. Without discussion, without any kind of announcement, he grabbed my hip and turned me around so I was facing away, and moved in behind me. He put his arm across my chest and held on again, same as that first night. It hit me in that moment that he hadn’t done it in his sleep. He just needed a body to hold. He needed to hold me.

I stared at the wall while I listened to his breathing slow down.

Eventually I stopped thinking and went to sleep.