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"Dude! It's so big!" a voice in my dream says.
I've had this weird recurring wet dream for at least a few months. In the dream, I'm in my bed, lying on my back, and a floating hand plays with my dick. I can't move or do anything, and the hand keeps stroking, rubbing, and groping until I cum, screaming into the darkness. Whenever the dream happens, I wake up to a big mess on my belly. Thankfully I sleep naked. Otherwise, a steady stream of cum-stained underwear would go to the laundry every day. Even though I'm 15, my mom still does my laundry, and I wouldn't want any weird looks or uncomfortable questions. I bet she knows how teen boy parts work, but it's not something I'm eager to discuss with her.
"I told you. Check how it bounces when I pull it," another voice says, and two other voices giggle in response.
The voices are a new thing in the dream. The dreams have been voiceless until now. It feels weird, but the feeling on my dick is to die for, so I just let the dream roll out.
But then I feel something stepping on my leg.
"Watch out! You'll wake him up," the third voice hisses.
"Don't worry. He won't wake up in a million years. Once, I sneezed all over his face, and he didn't even wince. And once I... uh, never mind. I mean, he's a heavy sleeper. We can do whatever we want, look," the second voice says, and I feel small hands slapping my cheeks. "Jacob, this is base. Do you copy? I repeat. Do you copy?" the voice says, and there are more giggles.
At this point, I already know that something is wrong. I'm awake. This is real. And the voice belongs to my little brother Dustin.
Dustin is twelve, and he's technically not my real brother. Because of the complications during my birth, my mom couldn't have another child. But my parents really wanted another child, so they adopted the cute little brat. Fun fact - he still doesn't know that he's adopted. I was only three when he had been taken in as a baby, and I only learned because I overheard our folks talking about it two years ago. Now that I think about it, I should've known sooner. Mom, dad, and I all have pale skin and lush blond hair - I keep them long enough to cover my ears.
Meanwhile, Dustin has more of a Mediterranean complexion and short, dark hair. He's a really cute boy, but I bet we turn some heads whenever we all go outside as a family. He doesn't look like any of us. How much time will it take the poor kid to figure it out? I don't know. He won't learn it from me, that's for sure.
But for now, I have a more urgent matter to deal with. Dustin and his two friends are all sitting next to my sleeping bag and having fun watching my erect dick. And not just watching.
"Does Jacob have only one nut?" the first voice asks. It's Jon, Dustin's best friend, a dorky ginger boy.
"No, you dummy," Dustin explains. "His sack just tightened. Look," he says, and I feel a hand squeezing my balls and rolling them around.
That's when reality really hits me. Three twelve-year-olds are playing with my dick. I'm naked. Shit. I start trembling with anxiety and excitement. I barely control my breathing. What should I do? Keep pretending and see what happens? Or do I chase the little perverts out of the tent and tell on them? I can always do it later. Now I want to learn what's going on. If Dustin is telling the truth, it's not the first time he's playing with me. The problem is I can't stop my body from shaking. A nervous tick makes me purse my lips.
"He moved," the third voice whispers. Now I recognize it's Max, Dustin's friend from the soccer team. Max is by far the cutest of the three. He has dark hair and skin, just like Dustin, but with his face, he could easily be a child model. Shit, maybe he is. He seems to be the most nervous of the three.
"Yeah, he moves sometimes. Trust me. Nothing can wake him up. I've played with him at least once a week for the past six months. I don't even bother to keep quiet anymore. Beep beep!" he toots and presses my nose twice with his finger. I almost lose it, and I relieve some tension by doing some "sleep talking." I hear two gasps. "Yeah, he does that too. He says the weirdest stuff in his sleep. Don't freak out."
My facial muscles are so tense that I'm ready to explode, but I can only grit my teeth. I think I'm about to sneeze. Thank god it's dark.
I should probably mention that we're not home. Parents sent us to a scout camp. It's my fourth time here, but it's the first time for Dustin and his friends. To my despair, I was assigned to a double tent with my little adopted brother. The boys must've unzipped the sleeping bag to access my cock.
"Can he really cum?" Jon asks with excitement in his voice.
"I told you. Like a water gun," Dustin says proudly, and I feel his hand wrap around my shaft. I let out a soft grunt of pleasure, but the boys ignore it this time. They giggle when Dustin starts stroking me at a steady tempo. "Jon, bring the flashlight, so we can see when he cums."
I can see the ginger boy turn on the light through my closed eyes. Luckily, it's directed at my groin and not my face. Waves of pleasure run through my body as Dustin jerks me off. Knowing I'm being watched by three pairs of curious eyes adds to the excitement, and I can feel my orgasm building up fast. It's already embarrassing enough to be hard in front of someone else for the first time - at least consciously. I will die if they see me squirt. But at the same time, I want it to happen.
"Where is his dick hair?" Max asks curiously, and I can feel him shift and move closer to my midsection.
"He trims it sometimes," Dustin explains with the tone of an expert. "He must've trimmed it just before the camp because there was more bush a week ago."
Shit, he's not wrong. I can't believe he's been milking me all year. That's about when the dreams started.
I realize I've been curling my toes, trying to process the pleasure my dick's been receiving. It feels so different and good when someone else touches it. I need to cum soon; I don't care who watches.
"How much longer?" Max asks impatiently.
"Shouldn't be too long now. Depending on when he last jerked off. It will be faster if you play with his balls."
"Ew, I'm not touching it!"
"I'll do it!" Jon offers. My anus clenches when I feel nimble fingers fondle my scrotum. I allow myself to breathe faster and deeper - otherwise, I would suffocate. My entire groin tingles, preparing for the big finale.
"He's close! Look."
"Can I record?" Max asks.
"Go ahead. Just don't show it to anyone," Dustin offers generously. Just fantastic; they're filming my orgasm. But I'm too close to back off now.
"His head changed color," Jon said.
"Yeah, it goes purplish when he's close. Any second now, shh..."
The boys go silent, and I can feel their anticipation in the air. Dustin speeds up, and all I can hear is his fist slapping against my trimmed pubic area.
I can't resist any longer. It hits me like an eighteen-wheeler. My body spasms, and I shut my eyes tight as my dick shoots jets of cum. They and all over my body and even on my neck.
"Whoa!" Jon whispers, and he and Max start giggling, barely containing themselves. "Look at him go!"
"That was the biggest load yet," Dustin says professionally as he milks the last drops out of me. "It must've been a while since he jerked off."
"It's because I played with his balls," Jon says with a hint of pride.
"Could be," Dastin says thoughtfully.
All this time, I struggle to control my breathing. The orgasm was so intense! I allow myself to gasp for air a few times. Apparently, that's what I usually do in my sleep because Dustin is not alarmed.
"Dude! There's so much!" Jon hisses, and I can feel the light from his phone traveling up and down my body. "How do we clean it up?"
"We don't. He'll think he had a wet dream. If we clean it up, he'll wonder why his dick is so spent in the morning." The other boys mumble in agreement, clearly impressed by Dustin's experience. "Just remember, don't tell anybody. If Jacob finds out what we've done, he'll kill us, or worse.
"What's worse than killing us?" Jon asks.
"He'll tell our parents. Then they'll ground us and then kill us."
Suddenly, there's silence in the tent, only interrupted by four excited breaths, as the boys weigh in on the threat. No tween boy in the world wants to be grounded and then killed.
"Okay, the show is over," Dustin announces. "Have one last look, and I'll zip him up."
He waits about ten seconds and starts manipulating my sleeping bag, zipping it up clumsily.
"He was still hard," Max says.
"Yeah, sometimes he won't go down all night, and I can do it to him once more."
"Two times on the same night?"
"My top score is three. Let's see if we can beat it before the camp ends."
"Yes!" Jon exclaims.
My dick jerks violently inside the sleeping bag. Shit, they want to do it again. And not once. I keep my act up and do not make any rash decisions yet. My dick is leaking precum as I realize that I'm gonna get a free handjob every day for the rest of the camp. I pray they don't get bored too soon.
"Go back to your tent before someone's looking for you," Dustin tells the boys.
"No one will be looking," Jon argues. "Let's hang out a little longer."
"No, out! I want to sleep. Go away."
Jon grunts something in reply, but he and Max reluctantly leave the tent. With the light gone, I let myself move a little, happy to be able to change a position at last. I'd like to turn to my side, but that would make my cum smear all over the sleeping bag.
Meanwhile, Dustin starts undressing for bed. He stopped wearing PJs last year, and now he usually sleeps in his tighty whities. Back home, we have separate rooms, and I haven't seen him naked in a while. When down to his briefs, instead of slipping inside his sleeping bag next to me, Dustin lies on top of it. I open my left eye just enough to see what he's doing. I almost gasp. He's touching himself through his briefs and letting out sighs of pleasure. Great. He's playing with his gherkin. Before I can think too much about it, I see him hook the waist of his cotton prison with his thumbs and slide it down to his knees. When he lays back, I see the outline of his dick in the darkness. It's much smaller than mine, but not as small as the last time I saw it. Not that I've seen him hard, but he's definitely not a baby dick anymore, sporting at least four inches pointing straight up.
"Fuck," I think to myself when he starts jerking off. Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against dicks. I think they're fantastic, and I would love to play with one - other than mine - but I don't see my brother in that light. He's just an annoying runt running around the house, making too much noise, and asking stupid questions. Sure, he's grown over the last year, but I was never curious about what he does in his room when the lights are out.
Still, I've never seen anyone jerk off, so I watch with mild curiosity. Dustin makes lots of noise, huffing, puffing, and beating his poor worm without remorse. I must really be a heavy sleeper if he's not concerned. I wonder what else he's done to me before that he didn't tell his friends.
Suddenly, Dustin sits up as if looking for something. "Fuck," he whispers when he can't find it.
Then, he gives me a long look, and I only leave a thin slit in my eyelids to watch what he's doing. My heart starts beating faster again. What is he planning to do?
I learn soon enough. Dustin leans over me and starts unzipping my sleeping back again. He unfolds it slowly, and I feel the cool air on my drying cum stains. Then, Dustin kneels over me and starts stroking his boy dick again. I can't believe it. This little fucker is going to cum on me. This means he can already squirt. Couldn't he just use an old sock? Maybe he doesn't want to bring a huge bag of cum-stained laundry back home. I want to wake up and talk some sense into him, but that would mean no more free handjobs. Shit, I guess I can take a few drops of his tween seed.
"Uhh, uhh, uhh," Dustin grunts and pushes his hips forward. I instinctively shut my eyes close, and a few seconds later, I feel a few hot drops land on my belly and mix with my record-holding release. "Ohhhh, shit," Dustin lets out a high-pitched moan. "Fuck, so good," he whispers to himself. He leans closer and wipes his dick against my chest. The nerve on the little brat! Then he backs away, pulls up his briefs, and zips up my sleeping back. Less than ten minutes later, he's snoring gently next to me.
I stay wide awake. I replay the scenes and sensations repeatedly for over an hour before finally falling asleep.
That's it for chapter one. Do you know anything about the "missing" story? Do you want me to continue? Let me know - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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