Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2023 22:24:53 +0000 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: I Dream of Johnny I can't fucking believe he's gone. John was my best friend, even before we got our trampolines. I found out six months ago his family was moving out of state and fucking cried. Not in front of him of course but it hurt like hell and it made every time I saw him feel bad. Waiting for finals is supposed to be bad but also good because summer's right there, but this time we knew he'd be going like the week after. I've barely been on my tramp since he left but I don't cry anymore. I feel fucking dead inside and dead people don't cry. No one even notices how bad I feel, or they think I'll just get over it because I'm a kid. Like my feelings aren't real. My abuela gets it, though. She doesn't say anything, but from her that actually makes it better. She just sits near me and is quiet. Maybe she lost a friend, I don't know. She's just my abuela. She made me this weird tea last night. She brought it up to my room--she never comes looking for me there--and told me it was for "sweet dreams." My friends think she's a bruja, but I think they're idiots. They wouldn't drink her teas on a dare, but I always do, even when they taste bad, because when I'm sick they make me better. She told me to let it cool if I wanted, but to drink it right before I went to bed. This one wasn't awful, but it tingled, like it was soda almost. The fucking dreams I had were intense. Oh my god. FREAKY, too. I was in John's back yard--where he used to live--and we were having a sesh on the tramp. We were in the basic gtramp (that's "garden trampoline" if you're a noob) uniform, which is just our underwear, and John was hosing down the tramp because it makes for a better bounce. Then we were in my room, in my house. I totally remembered what was going on. I'd been snapping with some friends and I was bored as fuck and kinda horny and totally hard and basically I ended up whipping it out and sending everyone in the group a snap of me standing there holding it. In the dream, though, John was there in the same underwear as before. He was standing there looking at me, then he like squatted down and pulled my shorts down all the way. He reached his hand out and opened his mouth and I woke up and had to change my underwear and throw my sheets in the hamper and then I went back to sleep. I get horny a lot, but I don't have wet dreams because I beat off all the time. I remember my health teacher last year explaining how "nocturnal emissions" only happen when it builds up, and mine will never do that. I thought if I was gonna have one it would be a girl, but I guess dreams are weird. John's like, kinda bouncy in his underwear on a tramp (I swear to god it's true, just look at his insta) but like who cares? In the dream it was like every time I turned around, there he was bouncing all over the place in his boxer briefs and I was hard (I NEVER get hard on a tramp) and when you're hard you just can't do any tricks to stomach so I couldn't hide it but it wasn't like John was saying anything about it either. Well I'm double-bouncing him and he does a quint front but lands on his knees and bounces right at me and his mouth is RIGHT THERE and next thing I know I'm waking up because I'm cumming HARD in bed without even touching myself. Holy crap. This was crazy. I mean I definitely can jizz a couple times in a row no problem, but I wasn't even grabbing it either time, and both times I was dreaming about John. What the fuck? My heart was pounding, but I was still basically falling asleep so I just tossed the second pair in the wash and crawled back under my covers naked, and I was asleep FAST, and then the fucking dreams. Well, not FUCKING dreams, but fucking DREAMS. We were on my tramp out back now and it's the middle of the day and we're all alone and I just landed a dub to stum and was sitting there on my heels looking at John. He was standing in his blue underwear with the thin white stripes that go across. Whenever he flips in those his dick goes everywhere like he's spinning a lasso in there, but he was just standing there and I watched as he got hard. He'd been pointing mostly down and I could see it getting thicker and longer and then I realized I was naked for some reason. "You have to send it," John said. I knew what he meant. My heart was pounding. I kept my mouth shut. "You have to ask for it out loud." He was so hard the head was pushing out the fabric. I'd never seen him naked, or hard, but I knew what it would look like. I just knew. John was closer. I could feel the heat off his skin, see the baby hairs on his stomach, and as I watched his dick flexed and his balls clenched. All of a sudden I'm like hugging him, but under his waist. I wrap my arms around his ass and push his front against my cheek. I can feel him against side of my face, and he runs a hand over my head. My mouth is open, right next to his dick my mouth is open, with just that thin fabric in the way. I'm practically sucking my friend's dick, and my mouth is watering. Of course I'm dreaming and for some reason that made it okay to be into it. When I started to pull down his underwear, though, I woke up. I was like half mad and half scared. I know that all guys get hard when they dream, but here I am pushing up the sheet like a fucking circus tent dreaming about my best bud. Worse, my dick was basically begging me to rub another one out. Should I jerk off with those weird dreams about my friend still in my head, or just ignore how horny I am and go back to sleep? I wasn't sure I even could sleep, but I decided to try and I was out like a light. The tramp was wet, and so were we. It gets like that when you hose it down, basically dudes doing flips in their wet underwear. I checked, and I was definitely wearing a pair this time, but not one I have in real life. These were the style I like, but they were white and they were wet and you could not only see my d, you could see my pubes right through them. John had his back to me. He was wearing the same kind, and they were tight against his ass. I could see the crack and the cheeks, and when he turned around I almost shot right then because I could see basically every detail of his limp dick. He gets super dark in the sun and the see-through briefs were practically invisible against his skin. I realized I was checking him out, and then I realized John was checking ME out. "You're up," he said, looking me up and down. "I'm gonna double bounce the fuck out of you, Alex." I wasn't sure what we were doing but John started bouncing me and I was doing flips to stum, like dubs and trips, but the tramp felt all warm and like skin almost and I was rock hard and basically raping the tramp every time and then I landed but I really was on skin because John was under me and naked and I was naked and we were really really up in each other's business and I looked him in the eyes and we were both jizzing like buckets. When I got out of bed that time I used the old pair of underwear to clean myself up, and I needed another new top sheet. I was still hard and still tired, and I ended up just putting a sock on it and going back to sleep. I figured maybe the sock would keep me from shooting, but at least it would catch the next load I dumped. This time we were standing in the center of the tramp, me behind John and up against him. Since we were naked I was rubbing up against his cheeks and they were warm and smooth and soft and also hard and strong and hot. I didn't even care that I was hard, and we somehow did a front flip and landed to stum, with John lying flat on the tramp and me on top and as we landed my d just slides inside as easy as it happens in bad porn. Now I can flip to stum over and over, but somehow we did that together with me pulling out as we flipped and sliding back in as we hit, like fucking on a roller coaster or some shit. We stop and John arches up and gives me room to really starting nailing my boy and also grabs my hand and puts it on his tool. In dreams you don't need to worry about lube or physics or anything, just the hole you're in and what's in your hand. When I finally shot again it felt like it lasted longer than the whole sesh had until then. I woke up with sun in my eyes, and I had to pull the sock off slowly or it would have hurt because it was stuck to my pubes. Ew. But damn, what a crazy night. I wasn't even sure if I remembered all of those dreams or not. My abuela said hello with a smile, and asked me how I slept. I just grunted, kinda, because I was legit afraid that thinking about how I slept would make me hard, but I tried to make it a nice grunt because I love my abuela. "Nice dreams, then?" I just nodded and tried not to think about it. I went to the bathroom, and back to my room to get dressed. I looked at my phone and saw a text from John: "damn dude idk wats in the water here but my dreams r off the hook." What the hell was in that tea? ____________________________________________________________________________ If you enjoyed the preceding work of fiction, please consider donating to Nifty. Every dollar goes a long way. I am delighted to be listed as a prolific net author; you can find a current list of my Nifty contributions by visiting https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#paternalwatcher.