Wet Dream Disasters

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A green field stood in front of me and in the field was Steve, wearing nothing but a very long sweater. He turned around, his hair flying around him beautifully, and I blushed at the sight of him. The sweater reached to his mid-thighs and was a plain blue knitted sweater from grandma. It was cute on him, revealing enough skin but not too much. His knees had dirt on them and I could see the rich brown dirt under his fingers and staining his palms. He also had a bit on his cheeks, he was such a dirty boy. His grin reached from ear to ear.

“Hey,” he grinned. “Did you want to help me?” he asked.

“Help you what?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure!” another voice beamed from behind me. I turned around to see scrawny boy about my height staring back at Steve. He had messy light ash blonde hair with eyes that shone like jade. He looked vulnerable and childish in his oversized blue sweater that matched Steve’s. His knees were exposed as well and the sleeves reached past his fingers, unlike Steve’s whose sleeves rested right above his knuckled. The boy grinned from ear to ear just like Steve. He ran his long messy hair through his thick hair that seemed to stay wherever his fingers pulled it. The boy scampered over next Steve and Steve wrapped his arms around the boy. His face flushed bright red. “Wh-what are you doing?” he asked.

“Saying ‘hello’, duh Tristan,” Steve smirked as he kissed Tristan’s cheek, letting his lips drag over his jawline as he pulled away. Tristan’s face got bright but he smiled.

“Can we go look for that box you were talking about yesterday?” Tristan asked sheepishly and Steve nodded. Steve took his hand and walked him the few feet to where he was digging before.

He saw right through me. I was invisible to him, even after we were declared as a couple, he saw right past me. I was ultimately shattered and just wanted to leave this hell at that moment but my feet refused to move. My body was paralyzed, making me watch Steve flirt with Tristan as the dug for this box. I felt a hot tear race down my face and I couldn’t stop it, along with the rolling army of tears following in suit. I was sick to my stomach watching this. I wasn’t even listening to their conversation anymore but through my blurred vision, I could see Steve on top of Tristan. They were kissing each other passionately and I could see Steve rubbing up and down Tristan’s legs. Tristan didn’t seem like the shy boy he was before as he reached underneath Steve’s sweater. Finally my body collapsed and as it did, the scene changed.

Steve was on my bed and I was sitting at the foot of it. He had a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hand and I had my old guitar in my hand. I was sitting crisscrossed facing Steve, showing him a few simple chords and the first few notes one needed to know. I strummed the strings and out played a melodic tune. Steve did the same but instead of the beautiful notes coming out, his notes came out harsh, shrill, and unmusical. Frustrated, Steve threw the guitar in between us and crossed his arms.

“I’m never going to get this!” he shouted in anger. I sighed and put my guitar down as well.

“Maybe we could take a break,” I said as I looked at him suggestively. I moved his guitar off the bed and scooted closer to him.

“No, Adam, not now,” he puffed. I frowned.

“Why not now, Steve? Do you not want me?” I pouted as I crawled toward him on my bed. I was soon hovering right above him and he let me give him a quick peck on the lips. “Hm, Steve?” I pecked him on the lips again and as I pulled away, his lips reached for mine. I sat on top of him and kissed him, more than little pecks this time. Our tongues danced together in a dance of passion. I let my hand slid under his shirt and rub over his hard stomach. Steve tugged on my hair with one hand and with the other, caressed my face gently. I kept reaching up, pulling his shirt up farther and farther until I finally tugged it off, our lips separating for only a moment. I tossed the shirt on the ground and we began to kiss again. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gripped my butt in his hands. I grinned into the kiss and he slipped his hands down my pants. I broke the kiss and blushed.

Steve smirked at me and kissed me. He brought his lips up my jaw line, tracing it with his lips, then nibbled on my ear. He kissed behind it and flicked his tongue out, licking the bottom of my ear. A loud moan spilled from my lips and he took his lips to my throat. He kissed my Adam’s apple and licked from the bottom of my neck up to my chin with the tip of his tongue and licked back down to my collar bone. His tongue danced on the skin and he bit down before I moaned even louder than before. We were both getting hard, his erection rubbing against my backside while his hands rubbed my lower back. I was hot and hard, I wanted him bad.

“St-steve,” I moaned. Steve kissed me again and moved his hand from my back to my belt, unbuckling it. He began to pull down my pants and boxers and--.

I woke up sweating, out of breath, and stiff. I sighed in annoyance and rolled out of bed. I didn’t have classes until the afternoon, I went to the kitchen. I made myself a bowl of cereal, glad I was alone for once, and sat down in front of the television, South Park playing on it. I shoved a spoonful of brightly colored cereal bits into my mouth and soon, there was a knock at the door. I paused for a minute, looking down at my cereal covered crotch. Then there was another knock.

“Hey, Adam, are you there? It’s me, Steve!” he shouted through the door.

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Sorry it's so short ;~; I hope the next one will be better and longer :D I love you guys!

Love,

JKC

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