This story has been a long time in the making. Part1 consists of 19 chapters, not all of which contain any sexual material. It's main characters are teenage boys. The author has not been a teenage boy for a long time and apologises if the dialogue is not always convincing.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author who can be contacted at pjalexander1753@gmail.com
D'n'M Part 1
From Chapter 2:
The most obvious person to talk to was his adored big brother but, being four years older, Tom was already away at university, half way across the country. As far as Dan was concerned, Tom was one of the most special people in his life. He knew boys at school who were constantly at war with their older brothers. Bruises, Chinese burns and even, on one occasion, broken bones, testified to the violent antipathy between some siblings. His relationship with Tom couldn't have been more different. Family photo albums were full of pictures of the two of them together, right from when Dan had first been able to toddle along behind his big brother. Games of throw and catch on the back lawn, building sand castles on the beach, X-box gaming marathons, special birthday surprises; these all formed pieces in the jig-saw of their growing bond. Most often Tom was the first to offer help and comfort when needed, like when Dan lost his beloved teddy bear or when he fell off his bike and grazed both knees almost down to the bone. Rarely had there ever been any sign of annoyance or rejection on Tom's part and the strength of their friendship just seemed to grow as the years passed.
Chapter 3.
It was Tom who had helped his younger brother hide the shame and embarrassment of his first wet dream, just after his thirteenth birthday. Dan knew about them from Sex-Ed at school, of course, and from talk, among other boys in his class, of boners and jerking off, but he hadn't paid much attention until it first happened to him.
He'd never forget that horrible morning when he woke up unusually early to find a sticky mess in his briefs and a damp patch on the bed sheet. In consternation, and thinking he had wet himself, he threw himself out of bed and desperately dragged his nightwear down to the floor. In his panic he didn't quite manage to free both feet and ended up falling flat on the rug with a loud bump. The noise brought Tom running from the adjoining bedroom. When he arrived at Dan's open door he was met by the sight of his brother, face down, with bare butt and his underwear twisted around his ankles, sobbing on the floor. He immediately pulled Dan into a strong and reassuring hug. It wasn't long before Tom understood why Dan was so distressed as, gradually between sobs, he reluctantly explained what had happened.
Without any fuss, and memorably without any laughter or teasing, Tom took charge of the situation. Knowing that their parents would be either out running (mum) or already at work in the office (dad), he gathered up the wet clothing and bed sheet and took them down to the laundry, ordering Dan into their shared shower as he left the room. Minutes later he returned with clean bed linen and a large glass of milk.
When Dan emerged dripping from the shower, clearly still pretty upset and embarrassed at what his brother had witnessed, Tom sat down on the desk chair and pulled Dan onto his lap.
"So, that your first?" Dan could only nod in agreement. "Pretty scary, huh?" Dan nodded again. "Was it a good dream?" Dan looked puzzled. "You know, was it sexy? Hot?"
"I don't remember a dream. All I know is I woke up and found my underwear all, all ... And the sheet ..." He couldn't go on and began to tear up again.
"Hey little brother. Hey. It's nothing to be ashamed or frightened of. Happens to us all. I remember my first time like it was yesterday."
"You had one too?"
"One? You're kidding. I've had hundreds." Dan looked horrified. "Well, since the first time it happened to me I've had at least eight or nine. Maybe a few more. In fact, and don't tell this to anyone, it happened to me just a couple of weeks back. Thought I'd grown out of them, but, no -- splooge all over my balls and pubes. Wow, what a great dream that was. Serena Zeffani was down on her knees and... But hey, that's a story for another time. Get on and drink your milk."
As Dan obeyed his brother's instruction his mind started turning over what Tom had just said. He had these wet dreams too. Wow! And he used words like pubes and balls to describe the experience. He didn't think he had ever felt closer to, or more love for, his fantastic big brother.
Tom began to speak again and Dan snapped back to attention.
"Okay big boy." Tom smiled. "Time to get moving. We'll be late for the school bus if we don't get our rears in gear." Dan realised he was still naked apart from the damp towel round his waist and his tummy was feeling decidedly empty.
"Get yourself dressed while I get us some cereal. Oh, and D."
Dan looked across the room.
"Tonight, if you want, I'll tell you what you can do to avoid any more night time surprises. I call it the `Tom Reed Wet Dream Prevention Strategy'. Interested?"
"Honestly? Oh yes, I really am. That would be great." Suddenly a shadow of doubt interrupted his thoughts. "It's not anything gross is it? Or painful?"
"Oh no," his brother replied with a wide smile. "I guarantee you're gonna love it. Come to my room tonight after dinner and we'll get you sorted out. Now get moving, otherwise we'll both be late for school and then you'd have to explain why." Tom's grin got even wider and Dan suddenly shot to his feet as if he'd sat on a pin. Explaining to his mother exactly why he was late for school was a prospect he was definitely not prepared to face.
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