Waking up wet

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Waking up wetEveryone in this story is over 18 so fuck off.I lived with my mom and stepdad and everything was great. I had my privacy so I could jack off 2 or 3 times a day at least.Then my stepbrother, Jimmy, moved in. He was a skinny, blonde haired blue eyed k**. We had plenty of room but he had to sleep in my bedroom. Now I wouldn’t have the privacy to engage in my favorite hobby. We got along fine, being almost the same age, and liking the same things; sci fi, ninjas, war shit, movie monsters, etc. But not being able to jack off whenever I wanted became a problem. Even trying to lock the bathroom door during a long poop or shower didn’t help. It seemed like.he was always knocking on the door with an urgent need to pee whenever Id get close. It was like a conspiracy. Anyway, I’d went from several times a day, to hopefully once a week. I would’ve been horny all the time anyway, but now I felt completely backed up.The weird thing was, about a month later, I woke up a couple times with my boxers all wet. I freaked out a little thinking I pissed the bed, but it didn’t smell like pee. Maybe I’d had a wet dream, which would’ve been nice considering how rare it was now to get my rocks off. I kept a low profile and headed straight for the shower on those mornings, hoping that it would pass and nobody would know. I usually felt pretty good on those days. I may have even been able to ignore my need to jack off temporarily whenever I woke up wet.The mystery drove me a little crazy. fethiye escort bayan I’d avoid drinking before bed, just in case it was a bladder issue. I’d freak out and wear an extra pair of boxers to bed to try and soak up the excess wetness. There was no rhyme or reason to it. Once or twice a week, sometimes more, sometimes less, I’d wake up with the front of my boxers soaking wet. The immense feeling of well being that accompanied these episodes didn’t help the feeling of fear that somebody might notice I’d maybe wet the bed, or even had the embarrassing wet dream.I tried to figure out what was really happening, so one time I napped during the day, to see if it happened just any time I slept, or if it was only at night, or whatever. I crashed on the couch, to see if the bed was the thing. I knew this was dangerous because if it did happen on the couch, someone might see, but I was fairly confident it wasn’t going to happen during the day. I was right, I woke up groggy, but dry. Because I napped a little, I wasn’t sleepy when it was time for bed, but I lay there in the dark for a long time nervously hoping I wouldn’t wake up wet again.A couple hours later, while I still lay there not sleeping, I felt my sheet and blanket sliding off of me. I was paralyzed in fear while a thousand possibilities ran through my head. Had some psycho snuck into our house? Was an alien about to a***** me? Why were my blankets moving? After a minute, my lower body was uncovered escort fethiye and a hand rubbed the front of my underwear. Of course this didn’t really lessen my shock at what was happening, but I relaxed a little, thinking something weird was happening, like maybe my s*********r was sleepwalking or something.Despite my fear, my cock got rock hard immediately. I guess if a strong wind blew, I would’ve gotten hard since I hadn’t had regular orgasms lately, and it felt good. The hand reached into my underwear flap and pulled my cock out. The hand was soft and smooth caressing my dick, so I kept up trying to act asleep to see what would happen next. Sure enough after a few minutes the weight on the bed shifted, and I felt a warm wet mouth engulf my cock. Holy shit! It felt great! I rightly assumed it was my s*********r, but sucking me in my sleep was pretty strange. Waking up wet finally made sense, because as he sucked me, he slurped and sucked and saliva was leaking all over me. With the mystery solved, I continued laying there feigning sleep, until my cock spasmed in the biggest orgasm I’d ever had. He gulped up my cum, put my cock away, replaced my covers, and went back to his side of the room. I lay there in the dark, with a wet crotch, and finally fell asleep with a just blown glow of satisfaction.The next day I felt like a million bucks. I noticed I was naturally being a little affectionate towards my step b*o. In the back of my mind, I loved the idea of being secretly fethiye escort blown, and the fact that it was another boy didn’t concern me at all. I was a sex charged pervert, and while I hadn’t really considered gay sex as part of my fantasies yet, it felt so good I never felt the slightest shame.Over the next few days I anxiously waited each night hoping he’d do it again. I took off my underwear under the covers to give him easy access, tried to sleep in a light sheet, whatever it would take for him to get the message. During the day we palled around more than usual, and I notice myself touching him more often, and trying to avoid the constant putdowns young boys usually hurl at eachother. At one point we wrestled a little over who got the last piece of cake, and I let him win, but during our bout, I noticed, this is one sexy boy! I couldn’t wait for him to sneak into my bed again.A couple nights later, when I had given up, and finally started drifting off to sleep, I felt my blankets moving again. I got so excited I had a hard time laying still. When he first touched my cock, I let out a little moan. He hesitated briefly so I let out a little snort to signal that I was still sleeping. Satisfied that I was still unaware, he popped my dick in his mouth and went to work. I was so overwhelmed with lust, at one point I reached down and stroked his hair and ears to let him know I was awake, but that I was pretty happy with what he was doing. He hesitated for a moment but then went back down and redoubled his efforts. When I finished, he swallowed, kissed the end of my softening dick, put it back in my underwear, and put my covers back without saying a word.What happened the next day? We’ll find out in part 2.

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