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Subject: {ASSM} Joey's Wet Dream, an excerpt from Tim's New Neighbor, Part 6
Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 14:10:04 -0500
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This is an excerpt from "Tim's New Neighbor, Part 6."

In this series, Joey, a 13 year old boy, and his family move into a
house across the street from the main character, Tim, who is also 13,
older by about a month.. From January to April, when this section
takes place, Tim continues to develop his friendship with his new
neighbor. Joey lived in a very sheltered environment. His parents were
kind, but very careful and overly strict, controlling and guarding
Joey's exposure to the influences of the world around him.

Because of  circumstances beyond Joey's parents' control, Joey was
staying with Tim and his family for a weekend in April. The scene
picks up where Joey and Tim are in a secluded area behind Tim's garage
late on Saturday afternoon. Tim had used the word "fuck" when he
earlier muffed a catch while tossing a baseball with Joey. While they
were sitting together, Joey asked Tim very candidly to explain the
meaning of the word, "fuck".

 From Tim's New Neighbor, Part 5:

"It is when people have sex, when a guy sticks his dick in a women's
pussy."

"You mean, propagation?"

"Whatever. It is supposed to feel good."

Joey looked confident. "My dad gave me a book about it when I had my
first nocturnal emission."

"Had your first what?"

"Nocturnal emission."

I didn't want to sound ignorant, so I nodded and said, "Oh, yeah,
nocturnal missions." I had no clue what the hell he was talking about,
but I wanted to know.  "Tell me about it."

"About what?"

"Your first nocturnal mission."

"Oh. It was last summer. I was tired after a long day. That night I
had the strangest dream."

"A dream?"

"Yes. I dreamt that I was in school with just my underwear on. No
shirt, no shoes. Everyone else in the class had on their clothes. I
was standing in the front of the class in  my underwear, the kind I
wore before I switched to boxer-briefs."

"What kind was that?"

"Regular white briefs, like you wear. Sister Margaret was at the
chalkboard teaching something. Nobody noticed that I was only wearing
my underwear, or that I was out of my seat.  I was thinking, `I have
to find my clothes, I have to find my clothes.' I ran out of the room
and past the principal's office. No one in the hall paid attention to
the way I was dressed. I ran out of the school building. I wanted to
go home and get some clothes. I was scared and out of breath. The
dream seemed so real."

"I had some dreams like that, that seemed real." I kept listening.

"I went out the door of the school, but it didn't lead outside. It put
me inside the church. I was running up the aisle toward the altar. The
church was filled with nuns singing a liturgy. I was scared, thinking,
`I have to get my clothes.'"

It was funny, but I tried not to laugh.

"There was a little door at the side of the altar and I crawled
through it. Then I was in my front yard. Finally I could get to my
clothes. I ran up the front walkway, but the door wasn't there. The
front door was missing.! My heart was beating fast, and I was scared.
I ran behind the house to go to the back door, and it was missing,
too. I couldn't get inside the house to get my clothes. I ran back and
stopped against the back wall of my house, next to the patio, and
that's when it happened."

"What?"

"I was out of breath, so I leaned against the back wall of the house.
I looked down at my underwear. All of a sudden my body jerked and
jerked and jerked, like something inside of me was pounding. My heart
was beating hard and I was still out of breath, standing there. Then
suddenly I woke up, and sat up in the bed. I had my pajamas on. I was
still breathing heavy, and my heart was still beating fast. I felt
something strange in my underwear. I turned on the lamp and pulled
back the covers. I stretched the waistband to look inside my
underwear, and I saw a bunch of thick white stuff, and my thing was
hard. I thought there was something wrong with me. I got up, removed
my underwear and took some tissues and wiped the stuff out of them. I
put them in the laundry, hoping my mom wouldn't notice. I cleaned
myself with more tissues and put on some different underwear. It was
5:00 in the morning, so I got back in bed, but I couldn`t go back to
sleep. I just lay there until it was time to get up."

He had cum in his sleep. I didn't know that was possible. I know now
that my frequent masturbation prevented me from experiencing it, but
at the time I was glad I hadn't.

He continued. "That night when dad got home he called me into his
study. He told me that mom had noticed spots in my underwear. I
started to cry and say I was sorry. He told me to calm down, that I
had done nothing wrong, and that it was a normal occurrence for boys
my age. He gave me the book with a chapter marked. I went to my room
and read the whole chapter, and some of the other chapters. I found
out about semen, and copulation, and sperm and egg cells and
pregnancy. It was very informative."

He paused, looked at me, and said, "Did you ever have a dream like
that where you had a nocturnal emission?"

I had to lie so I wouldn't appear abnormal. "It wasn't like yours. I
don't remember the dream, just the mess in my pants, that's all."  I
hope I was believable.

"I have them about once a month. They don't bother me anymore. As a
matter of fact, they feel pretty good. Most of the time I don`t
remember the dream, either. That first one seemed  real, though. I
will never forget it."

________________________________________________________________________

End of excerpt.

Please write with comments.
 Please send me descriptions of some of your more memorable wet
dreams. This dream of Joey's is loosely based on one of mine.

Also,  if you need help finding any of the parts to this series, or to
the first series, Tim and John, just email me, and I will send you the
links.

My email address is:

billyboiiiiiii@yahoo.com

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