My First Wet Dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

A very short story about my first wet dream.

What follows is an absolutely true story, about a dream, a wet dream. 

I imagine most guys first wet dream is sexual in nature, that is to say, it involves sex. Mine not so much. Mine involved humiliation, a precursor to a fetish I didn’t yet know I had.

 

For any of you who have read my story, Jimmy’s Humiliation at the Pool, the setting will seem very familiar. The pool as described in that story was very real and I used to go there all the time as I was growing up. 

To set the scene, you’d walk through a turnstile and then go directly into a changing room. From there you would walk out to an olympic sized pool that was always filled with kids running, jumping, talking, fighting, really anything except swimming. I honestly don’t remember ever seeing an adult, although there surely must have been some around.

Beyond that was the diving pool that had a regular diving board over to the right, a three meter board over to the left and then a tower in the center that had a 5 and 10 meter platform.

When the 5 and 10 meter platforms were in use, the other boards could not be used.

The 10 meter platform was rarely open to the public, but when it was everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the divers.

This happened to some degree with the 5 meter platform as well, but not as much since people like me tended to just jump off of it instead of diving. For a teen, it was still plenty high and just jumping off of a 5 meter platform felt daring.

Three people were allowed to jump together and that happened often. Once you hit the water, you had to get out as quickly as possible so that the next person or group of people could jump.

Although I went there all the time, everyday was a blur. I only have two really strong memories from those days and both of these happened just days before my dream and no doubt influenced it.

The first memory. I was in the snack area with my friend Nick. He was eating a soft ice cream cone. Two girls we went to school with, Amy and Tammy came up and started talking to us.

At one point Amy asked Nick if he thought the ice cream smelled funny. When Nick put his nose close to the cone, she pushed his hand up forcing the cone into his face. They then ran off, looking back at us and laughing.

 

Second memory. There was a tanning deck which was pretty much reserved for the older kids.

I rarely found myself up there, but one day I was up there for some reason and spotted a guy in a skimpy bathing suit lying on his back, seemingly asleep, sporting a huge erection.

I was transfixed. I couldn’t really process it. 

The spell was broken by the nearby laughter of a group of girls. I immediately left the area. I have no idea if theirs was nervous laughter or if they were laughing at me.

 

So, that’s it. It was not long after that that I had my first wet dream.

Again, if the events didn’t really happen, this is a pretty accurate telling of the actual dream.

 

Cue the music as the screen goes out of focus until suddenly, there I am back at the pool, the day Amy and Tammy played their little trick on Nick.

 

I am walking towards the diving pool when I hear my name. I turn and see Tammy and Amy bobbing in the pool.

“Where’s Nick?” One of them asks.

“I think he went home,” I respond. “You guys embarrassed him pretty good.”

They both laugh.

I start to walk away but then turn back and ask them if they’d like to jump off of the 5 meter.

“You kind of owe me,” I say "since you ran Nick off."

They laugh again and agree to come with me.

 

As usual, there is a line, but it isn’t too bad. We are about 15th in line just to get to the stairs.

It is slow going since the line only moves every time someone jumps. The exception is when a group of three like us jumps together.

We have gotten to the stairs and I am leaning against the rail as we wait. A group must have just jumped, because there is a bit more ground to make up than usual.

Amy takes two steps up, followed by me and then Tammy.

Without realizing it, I have snagged my suit on the rail as I pulled away. 

I certainly don’t notice and neither does anyone else as it is just one thread that is being pulled. As we go up a few more stairs, the thread is now rubbing against Tammy and the girl behind her. They both start pulling at the thread, trying to figure out where it is coming from.

They see it snagged on the rail behind them and then follow it up and see that it is coming from my suit. 

Tammy taps me on the shoulder and is about to inform me of this when the other girl swats her on the shoulder, sending her a signal to keep her mouth shut!

When I turn back to her, she simply says “never mind.”

The two girls giggle.

They then turn back and inform the people behind them what is going on so as to ensure that no one unsnaps the thread. As we proceed up and new people make it to the stairs they are told about the thread and then my increasingly exposed skin is pointed out to them.

Every few steps the thread goes back and forth across the top of my butt a few times exposing more and more skin. 

Now everyone behind me in line is watching, fascinated by the process.

Tammy calls out to Amy to come down two steps as she needs to tell her something. What she wants to tell her of course, is what is happening with my bathing suit.

Amy starts to come around behind me and both Tammy and her new friend scream out “no,” as coming that way would have tangled her in the thread and possibly given away the game.

So Amy steps down in front of me and some furious whispering takes place peppered with moments of laughter. 

I am so used to this when two or more girls get together that I don’t give it a second thought.

 

By now, my butt crack is just coming into view, causing even more tittering behind me.

Amy at this point decides to help things along and starts pulling on the thread more aggressively in hopes of speeding up the process.

She is rewarded as the upper half of my butt cheeks are now exposed.

The only flaw with this plan is that now she has created so much slack that the thread will no longer pull naturally. This is fine for the short term, but the girls had already discussed how cool it would be if the thread continues to unspool as I make my way five meters down to the water.

A solution presents itself in the form of a chain and clasp that is used to close off the set of stairs that leads up to the 10 meter platform.. The thread is quickly looped around the clasp and voila’, nature takes over again.

 

At this moment, a girl about half way down the stairs turns to go back down instead of up. This happens a lot as people lose their nerve. She, however, has not lost her nerve. She has spotted a few friends down below and wants to let them know what is going on. She has also made the calculation that this might be more fun to watch from ground level. As she goes down, a few other people decide that she has the right idea and a mini exodus off of the steps to the 5 meter takes place. 

As they begin telling people what is going on, everyone starts staring up at the line of us on the stairs. I of course, don’t have a clue what is happening, but people behind me are waving to their friends below and pointing at me.

 

Meanwhile, as we are now just about to the 5 meter platform, my butt is now more or less fully exposed and the big question is whether the thread dies out at this point or continues around to the front. Before that question can be answered, a new problem presents itself. 

The thread is now at crotch level. When I jump off of the platform, the thread will continue to unspool for a second or two, but then it will undoubtedly snap. Simple physics.

If, however, I jump off the board backwards, the process reverses and the thread unspools in reverse, from bottom to top.

So the girls tell me that we are jumping backwards. This is not as weird as it sounds. People are always doing “funny jumps” off the board, so why not?

As we back up to the lip of the platform, a bit of a roar comes from the crowd below as they see that what they have been told is indeed true. This of course clues even more people in on to the fact that something is going on.

Just before we are about to leap, Amy says I am about to step on a pebble or something and tells me to lift my leg. I do as instructed, and she deftly pulls the thread so that it is now unencumbered and ready to do its work.

Just as we leap, I take note of the cool breeze on my butt and see a piece of blue thread wafting out before me. I also can’t help but notice everyone on the stairs is looking our way and smiling.

 

As I hit the water, I know something is wrong, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Once I break to the surface, Amy and Tammy who have beaten me there are already laughing and saying “hurry up, we have to get out!” Amy gets to the ladder first and climbs out quickly turning back to offer me a hand, which of course is not necessary but I take it anyway. She gets me in a vice like grip and starts to pull me up. 

It is at that moment that I finally realize what has happened. I look down and see that all that I am wearing is an elastic waistband and two little pieces of cloth hanging down on either side of my hips that used to have a bathing suit attached to them.

My instinct is to plop back down into the water but Amy is pulling me forward and Tammy, sensing my hesitation has placed a hand firmly on my butt cheek and is helping to propel me out of the pool. 

Once out, I cover my crotch in a panic and start to scurry away towards the men’s changing room which is like a hundred yards away. The life guard blows her whistle and through her laughter, calls out “no running.”

Everywhere I look, people are pointing and laughing at me. 

 

And that’s when I woke up all sticky…


Submitted: October 04, 2020

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trek1975

Thanks for sharing Oopsy!

Mon, October 5th, 2020 7:23am

massageguy

Hot dream! Thanks!

Mon, October 5th, 2020 9:28pm

Storywriterx

This reads like a true confession. Thanks for sharing how your first wet dream. I think that habbens to all young boys. Not sure but I would guess that it happens to girls too and they wonder why the lips of their pussy are wet is all wet when they can't remember a dream about why they are all slippery when they touch them.
I can remember my first one. It was about a girl called Heather in my grade seven class. She was one of the first girls to have her tits start growing. It didn't happen to girls that young back then. I think she was the girl most of the boys in my class had dreams about that year imagining what they looked and felt like. I was confused about the crusty mess on my belly when I woke up until I started remembering my dream and realised what had happened.
Thanks for sharing. I thinkbI feel a story forming in my mind.

Tue, October 6th, 2020 9:56am

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