Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2020 16:49:09 -0400
From: Jude St. Jude <judestjude2357@gmail.com>
Subject: Corey's Struggle - Chapter 2 - Dream and Nightmare

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...


Thanks for reading! If any of this story speaks to you, I'd love to hear
from you at judestjude2357@gmail.com. I promise to do my best to answer,
especially if you're feeling alone with no one to talk to about this kind
of stuff.

Also, go ahead and check out my other story, Inadequate Men in the Nifty
"Beginnings" section:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/inadequate-men/

Thanks again! TJ