MESSED PYJAMAS
Although it was long ago now, my wet dream happened just the once and couldn't even remember what I was dreaming about. All I remember is waking up in the dark. As usual I had gone to sleep lying on my back. When I woke it was finding my cock stiff, stiffer than it always was in mornings, kind of jerking & throbbing. I put both hands down inside my pyjama bottoms to try to stop it. A lot later I got to understand that once it starts squirting, there's no way of stopping it before it finishes. The feeling I had in bed was scary, mixed up with a lovely sensation, one I'd never had before that. I managed not to make any noise.
I was thinking about getting up to see what had happened but I didn't dare turn on the bedside light for fear of waking my younger brother Timothy. He was about 9. Timmy & me shared a bedroom. I must have fallen asleep again. When I woke up in the morning, it was a moment or two before I remembered what had happened. Timmy was still asleep, facing away from me, so I got out of bed very quietly only to find that my PJ bottoms were stuck to my stomach & the hair round my cock. There was still a bad smell on my hands.
Heading into the bathroom I found my dad there, just finished shaving. I was standing there in bare feet with all that sticking to me. He took one look, shaking his head. He told me not to worry about it. It was something that just happened to boys my age. I was just past 12 & in my first year of Secondary when I had that dream. My dad said I should get under the shower right away, so that's what I did. The hot water let me get my PJ bottoms off & my top as well. There must have been quite a lot of it because some had dried in my belly-button and when I pulled back the skin of my cock, there was some more dried in there. It was a Saturday morning, so no school which I suppose was a lot to be thankful for. After having a good wash I got dried and had a pee, leaving my pyjamas on the mat like my dad had said.
Wrapping another clean towel round my waist I went back to our bedroom. Timmy was awake, still in bed. All he wondered was why I had decided to have a shower so early. I made some excuse saying I just felt like it. When I was getting my clothes on, I made sure to do it with my backside towards him. When the two of us went downstairs for breakfast, my dad had gone off to play golf with his friends. I reckoned he'd told our mum about what happened to me, but she didn't say anything, just gave us our breakfast as usual. The pair of pyjamas I was wearing found their way into the washing-machine along with some towels and stuff. I had another pair to wear anyway.
The school I was at was all boys. Boys being what they are, talk about masturbation was very common. Nobody called it that. Our word was wanking or pulling it. A rumour got around that regular wanking would keep you from having wet dreams. It sure enough worked for me. I never did it in bed because of the mess it would make besides not wanting Timmy to know what I liked doing. The safest place was in the shower when I could make sure my spunk was washed away down the drain. Once I'd done it a few times, more came even when I wanked for two days one after the other. I'd always have a shower afterwards & go for a pee just to make sure it was all out of me.