Corey's Struggle
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Chapter 2 -- Dream and Nightmare
One time in 10th grade, Corey fell asleep during a boring class, and actually had a wet dream in his pants. He'd only been asleep a minute or two, but in that time had a dream that he would never forget.
In the dream, he was wrestling with his best friend, Daniel, a smaller-framed, dark-haired, and dark-eyed boy who was also on the team. He and Daniel had known each other for years and, since they were kids, slept over each other's houses. They used to take baths together when they were little and, once they outgrew the tub, they would shower together when one of them stayed the night with the other. When they did, they would often squirt liquid soap at each other, and then laugh together and soap each other up all over their bodies.
Sometimes when they did this, Corey would notice that his penis would start to feel good and stick straight out in Daniel's direction. When this happened, Daniel wouldn't say anything, but sometimes Corey could see that Daniel's much smaller penis would also start to get stiff and stick out a little. When this happened, Corey could see Daniel trying to hide it, maybe because it was so much smaller than Corey's, even though they were the same age, and he was a little embarrassed.
From then on, Corey could always tell that Daniel kind of looked up to him. He had a ready smile, and usually liked Corey to take the lead when deciding what they'd do together, whether it was riding their bikes, going swimming, playing video games, or going to the movies. Naturally, when Corey tried out for the team, Daniel was elated. He'd already done middle school wrestling and, as a freshman, joined the junior varsity team. Corey believed that when both boys made the team, it was literally the best day of Daniel's life.
"Now, I can teach you everything I know!" Daniel said, and he meant it. They practiced every chance they could get, and Corey attributed a lot of his success, including the scholarship, to all of the extra hours that he and Daniel put in together.
In the dream, Corey and Daniel were, as usual, wrestling together in the school's small basement gym, where the whole floor was covered with mats nearly all the time. The dream started out like a regular bout, with the two boys struggling to hold each other down, but then Daniel suddenly pulled Corey into a deep, passionate kiss. The dream seemed so real, and Corey, who had never kissed anyone before in that way, felt his whole body light up in a way he'd never known was possible. Kissing his best friend in this never-before-imagined way, knowing that Daniel was willing and available, and feeling their two bodies pressed up against each other in a passionate embrace set his heart racing a hundred miles a minute.
Corey could feel Daniel's smaller lean body rubbing up next to his own. He felt his best friend's shoulders under the straps of his singlet, and the touch of Daniel's hands on his own shoulders felt charged with electricity. He could even feel his own bigger penis rubbing up against Daniel's smaller one, and could sense somehow that Daniel was pulling him closer and closer to him because he wished that his own smaller penis were big like his friend Corey's.
The kiss lasted and lasted, both boys erect inside their singlets, with Corey rubbing his long, thick penis up against Daniel's smaller one. Then suddenly, Corey felt himself burst in a spasm of full and ecstatic release, his penis pumping and pumping a full load out of his aching balls.
His heart still beating hard, Corey woke up to hear his teacher droning on as he had been a minute before. But while the dream had been amazing, its aftermath was the worst nightmare that Corey could ever have imagined. His still-hard cock had emptied a huge load into his tan dress pants, leaving a large and unmistakable stain in the front of them. Worst of all, he was surrounded by a room full of boys who, if even one of them figured out what had just happened, would have made Corey's life intolerable until graduated, and maybe beyond that. If the name Boner Brendan had caught on for a time, Cumstain Corey would live forever.
Corey desperately tried to think of something to do while the last minutes of the class ticked away. Once the bell rang, he stayed seated and pretended to be diligently copying the notes that the teacher had written on the board. When his classmates had filed out, before the next class had arrived, Corey used a large notebook to cover the stain on his pants. He knew how conspicuous he must have looked, but there was no other option. He went straight to his locker and traded his books for his jacket, which he held in front of his stained pants as he continued toward his destination: a boys' bathroom in a remote corner of the third floor, behind the auditorium that was used mostly for public events like school plays but otherwise stayed relatively empty.
Corey pushed his way inside and was so relieved to find the bathroom empty that he actually burst into uncontrollable tears. Here he was ditching a class for the first time in his life, and how was he going to explain the reason for this behavior to anyone? He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and broke down completely. He thought of his dad and then Daniel, so ashamed of the secret that he was carrying every day.
But there was no time to lose, so he got to work. Kicking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt, he pulled his pants off and surveyed the damage. The stain on Corey's dress pants was at least 4 inches across and still sticky on the outside. The outer portion of his white briefs was in even worse shape. But as he tipped open the waistband of his briefs, Corey found the entire left side of his pubic patch, where his dick had been pointing, to be drenched in cum. He couldn't believe so much sperm had spilled out of him.
Corey pulled his underwear down to his ankles, praying that no one would walk into the bathroom. How could he ever hope to explain what he was doing alone in the boys' room, still dressed from the waist up and in his socks, but bare-assed and with his half-hard penis hanging out for all to see? He cleaned up his pubic hair with a few wet paper towels and then dried himself off. Then, he carefully dabbed the front of his dress pants inside and out with a wet paper towel, hoping against hope that he could remove the stain. Next, he used a hand dryer to evaporate the water off the outside of his pants. He rubbed and rubbed the wet part under the column of hot air until, slowly, it began to fade back to its normal tan color.
The second his pants were dry, Corey grabbed his underwear and shoes, and entered the nearest stall. It was a good thing, too, because a minute later, two boys entered the bathroom to use the urinals. As Corey hid in the stall, still undressed and not breathing, they talked and laughed, pissed and washed their hands, and finally left.
Corey looked at his underwear and didn't have a clue what to do about them. After the close call with the two boys, he didn't dare risk rinsing them out and then drying them under the hand dryer. Instead, he put on his pants again, slipped his shoes back on, and left the stall. He looked at himself in the mirror, and was relieved to find that the stain was gone. The only problem now was that, without underwear, the outline of the large circumcised head of his penis was clearly visible through his pants.
Dropping his underwear in the garbage can, and making sure to bury them under a mountain of used paper towels, Corey decided that his only choice was to get out of school for the rest of the day. He hated to lie, but he went straight to the school nurse -- again, using his jacket as a shield -- and told her that he'd missed class because he'd gotten sick and couldn't leave the bathroom for 20 minutes. She gave him a pass to leave school early and said she'd clear his absence with his teacher.
When Corey arrived home that day, fortunately both his parents as well as his younger brother were all out of the house. He went upstairs to his room and locked the door. He took off all his clothes, got under the covers, and again the tears of embarrassment came back. What if the other boys had found out that he'd fallen asleep in class and ejaculated into his pants? Or what if those two boys had entered the bathroom five minutes earlier, to find Corey half naked trying to wash his own semen off the front of his pants? Either way, he couldn't have gone on going to that school, but neither could he have explained to his father why he had to give up on a good education at the best Catholic boys' high school in the county. He cried and cried, eventually falling asleep from exhaustion, not knowing what he would have done, and not knowing what to do next.
When he awoke, it was dark out, and he could hear the voices of his family downstairs. Even so, he lay in bed for a long time afterwards, thinking about his dream. Daniel, his best friend, had kissed him while they were wrestling. He remembered every detail of the dream: the feeling of Daniel's body against his own -- his sweet face looking at Corey, first with friendship and then open longing -- the first touch of his lips, another boy's lips, against his own -- the electric surge of adrenalin as they kissed and he could feel his penis stiffen in response as Corey pushed it against Daniel's body -- and then the sudden and uncontrollable relief as Corey's full and aching balls, so long denied any release, delivered squirt after squirt of ejaculate through his full-grown 7-inch erection.
It was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life. And Corey knew that somehow, he had to stop it from ever happening again.
To be continued...
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