Wet Dreams, You ?

richfun

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Do you often have them ? I rarely do , but did last night
Was on a train, at each stop us passengers got off and had a different sexual experience. At one I went into a room where a mature beauty in bra and pants teased me saying she was "booked up", but then said her twin sister was free. We started to kiss and explore, then the first sister joined us and we had a bi threesome.
At another railway station I went into a cinema, where naked men were watching a watersports, gay film, and pissing when they felt like it. Naked too now, I grabbed the man's cock next to me and wanked him as he pissed. Did not ask,buthe did not say "stop" ! There were more stations ! Then I woke to a sticky sheet.

Your wet dreams ? John Lennon sang that everyone had one.
 
Rarely, but had one this week which was wild. Involved me searching for a piece of paper with a name on it that I needed to know for some reason, and all I knew was it was in a guy's mouth. And to find it I had to mouth fuck every guy in the room until eventually the one with the paper wrapped it round my cock with his tongue. It was a very vivid extended gay orgy, very sweaty and greasy, and when I found the right guy, I can still see his face swell around my cock and his struggle with his tongue and the paper. Truly bizarre.
 
Only had one in my entire life. Can’t even remember who I was fucking in my dream but I distinctly remember waking up with my cock leaking and having cum!!!
 
I think it hasn't been since I started regularly jerking off. Before I discovered the joys of masturbating it used to happen once every week or so.

There was one incident in particular. I had taken a nap after a grueling excersise- just gotten back from a long bike ride or something. Anyway I fell asleep and I had this dream where a girl I knew, a tall, beautiful, muscular athletic girl (my favorite type!) was sitting on my lap, wearing a tiny skirt and grinding against my crotch area, while a Jimi Hendrix song was playing over the stereo. It was too much; I orgasmed into my pants.

The phone woke me up shortly afterwards. Guess what; it was the girl I had just dreamed about! She was calling about something unrelated and totally mundane; something about school and wanting to run for some student council position or something. I wanted to tell her- (but obviously did NOT!)- that I was sitting there with a big wet sticky mess in my pants from just dreaming about her a moment ago.
 
God I miss them dearly. Wife would get a good laugh at me exploding on her when I was sound sleep. Now days I still wake up during the night hard as a rock but can't get over that little hill to have one
 
I used to get loads as a teenager and the occasional one in my twenties. Mine were always romantic wish-fulfilment type dreams, like making love on a mountaintop with a beautiful girl (yeah, I vividly remember that one and how much cum I'd pumped into my sticky, soaking y-fronts just before waking up)

Haven't had a proper wet dream for decades now though, as I've either been in satisfactory sexual relationships or sorting myself out in between.
 
I used to have them but my wife told me that was nasty and if I did it on her sheets I would have to sleep on the floor. Mostly I dreamed of cocks and it felt so good.
 
This thread reminded me of my very first taste of semen. I knew nothing about sex, had never had, or realized that I had had, an erection, and certainly had never had an orgasm. I didn't know what a climax was, or why I might have one. Well, nature took care of that one night and I woke up with a slimy belly, wondering what had happened. Since I had had a problem with bedwetting as a young kid, I was afraid I was back to being embarrassed about that. It didn't smell like pee so I decided to taste the fluid soaking my crotch and happily found that it wasn't urine. Since the taste was pretty bland, I sampled more, trying to figure out what it was. I couldn't divine its purpose, but the general good feeling in my penis suggested it was a good thing rather than a disease of some kind. I finally went back to sleep. A few days later, I woke up in the night, not with a sticky tummy, but with an erection that amazed me. Without thinking, I touched it, and it felt good. I touched it some more and it felt really good, prompting me to go further until I spurted all over my hand. Now, I understood - mostly. When I licked my hand clean I realized it was a good thing, even if I didn't understand the purpose. It was the very beginning of my lifelong desire for cum, whatever its source.
 
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