Part 1
I had never in my life had a wet dream before and so it came as a shock, albeit, a pleasant one when I awoke to find my underwear completely drenched in the sticky substance. My penis still very hard and covered in the moist liquid.
"Wow, that must have been one hell of a dream" I thought.
I remember the coach back in grade school giving a sex education class with us, explaining that as we matured, these things would happen, but I had already discovered masturbation by that time and never had the experience of a "nocturnal emission" as it was called. I laid there in amazement, wondering why I couldn't remember what I had been dreaming, but as I was still very hard, I immediately began to jerk off. My penis was still very sensitive and it only took a few moments to again cum all over myself.
After several minutes of relaxful bliss, I got out of bed and went in to take a shower. For some reason, my persistent hard on would not retract, even when running cold water on it. In fact the feel of the water only stimulated me further.
"What the hell is going on?" I thought.
Incredibly, I reached down and began to stroke myself and amazingly, I was again cumming within moments.
"I've got to stop this." I thought, as I stood in the cold running water. Finally after several minutes, my penis finally began to go a bit more flaccid.
My roommate, Scott was already awake and fumbling about the kitchen and after a short while I joined him. We had been roommates for several months, almost a year in fact, but in that time, I had never seen Scott in his underwear ... until now. He was a bit shy and I attributed this as to why he refrained from ever feeling free enough to walk about the house more loosely dressed. I, on the other hand, was always dressed in my t-shirt and underwear whenever I was in for the night, which was usually right after I got home from work. Today however, must have been his "coming out" day as he was now very scantily dressed himself in nothing more than his t-shirt and very tight fitting underwear.
As he turned, I couldn't help but glance at his penis, it's shape very distinctive within those underwear.
"Oh my gawd, his cock is so huge" I thought.
I quickly looked away, but marveled at how well endowed he was. I was also a bit jealous. I thought my cock was plenty big, but mine didn't even compare to his in size and girth.
"He must be a big hit with the ladies." I imagined and smiled to myself.
As I left the kitchen, I noticed how tight things were getting in my own underwear. Once again, I was becoming aroused. Dressing for work was a bit difficult and I decided to wear jeans that day to help conceal any arousal I might experience at the office. For some reason it was occurring a bit more frequently and I was desperate to avoid any embarrassment if and when it occurred. I couldn't understand what was going on with me and why I was so suddenly horny all of the time. But sure enough, later that afternoon I found myself replaying the image of Scott's penis bulging in his underwear, with the distinctive textures and shapes so definitively outlined against the shiny fabric and within moments of that, I was at full attention.
"Why would I get a hardon thinking about Scott?" I wondered, and quickly filled my mind with other thoughts.
After some time and much effort, I was able to get my penis to relax enough to at least leave the office that day without being humiliated. I could however, feel the wetness in my underwear - I was leaking profusely.
That night I got home and got undressed and grabbed something to eat. I had thought about masturbating, but had worried Scott would get home and disturb things. Of course my prediction was accurate and before too long Scott arrived home and went into his room to change.
"What's up" I asked as he emerged.
"Oh, nothing much" he replied as he joined me at the table for dinner as well.
We conversed for several minutes as we ate, talking about things like work, a movie we both wanted to see and girls. Strangely, every time I would talk about girls, Scott seemed to feign interest of the subject, and certainly never offered up any tales of his own. I didn't think to much of this - I knew he was a private individual.
Later that evening we watched a movie and I couldn't help but want to tell him about my recent bout with what seemed to be an out of control libido. I cautiously broached the subject and we talked about it for several minutes. It was then I had built up the nerve to tell him of my wet dream from the night before. He seemed genuinely interested in that, and spoke to me of his jealousy for having never been so fortunate to experience it himself.
When a commercial came on, he got up to get himself a drink and asked me if I wanted something too. I thanked him for bringing me a cold glass of tea and drank it straight down. He was drinking his usual hot tea with a touch of sugar.
Surprisingly, he continued with the conversation about my wet dream, asking me what I had been dreaming and such. I informed him that I couldn't remember and that I was so soundly asleep - more deeply than usual. He continued in his curiosity asking if I had any sensation I could remember while sleeping - I could not, but was curious about the question. It's normal for a man to become aroused during the night, but without direct stimulation, having a climax is difficult at best - most of the time it is impossible. Eventually he asked me if I masturbate. I was a bit taken by the question, but not so uncomfortable that I couldn't answer.
"I do, but perhaps not enough" I laughed, implying that maybe I should to avoid another "accident".
We continued talking for about an hour or more, but I suddenly found myself embarrassed and a bit surprised at the very next thing that came out of my mouth.
