The Wet Dream

After considerable thought, I decided to try an experiment with something that might help me get to the bottom of things. Peering into the closet, looking through boxes, I finally found it. The nanny cam had been a joke gift from a fellow office worker and it was promptly put away and forgotten. But now it would help me solve a mystery. Being that I couldn't remember the cum inducing dreams I was having, I determined that if I were to record my sleep during an event, it might shed some light on my condition. After reading the set up instructions I put the camera next to a small object on the nightstand next to my bed. The wireless receiver went on my dresser next to the TV and connected to the DVR. I tested it and it worked. It might take several tries, but maybe the camera would reveal something.

It was getting late and I had to be off to work. The day went reasonably smooth, but again the occasional hardon during the day. I was excited to get home and actually couldn't wait to go to bed and see what would transpire during the night. I didn't think to discuss it with Scott because I wasn't sure how my telling him of my repeated wet dreams would come across - He might think I was trying to out him and I didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Certainly asking him how big his cock was seemed to embarrass him a little and I suppose it should have.

At any rate - it occurred to me that I should try to duplicate the circumstances of the wet dreams as accurately as possible and asked Scott if he could make me his famous iced tea. He said he would be happy to do so just as soon as he was out of the bathroom. Minutes laters I heard him enter the kitchen and start to tinker with the concoctions. He sipped his drink and I gulped mine down as usual. I kept thinking about the camera and decided I would just go and lay down to try to get the experiment going. I activated the camera and DVR, climbed into bed and shut off the light.­

Part 4

When I awoke in the morning I again felt extremely tired, as though I hadn't had any sleep all night, but I indeed had. The first thing that came to mind was to check under the sheets and sure enough I had a raging hardon and there was evidence that I was wet, but nowhere near as much as I had been on the other occasions. I wondered if I had indeed cum, but I was still so sluggish and tired to get out of bed. I laid back down and closed my eyes, within moments I had fallen back to sleep.

At around 10:00 am I awoke again and realized that I was late for work. It had been some time since I had taken a sick day, so I picked up the phone and called in. Feeling a bit more awake, I finally got out of bed to go pee. My penis was still so hard and swollen that it was actually becoming uncomfortable, despite that, I was ready to get up and start the day. The first thing I did was check to make sure Scott had gone to work - the house was completely silent, he was indeed gone.

Returning to my room, I hit the play button on the DVR. The advantage of the nanny cam was it's night shot ability, so the room, though dark was visible as I was laying in my bed. I was able to get over 10 hours of recorded footage, at least that is what the time counter indicated. I began to watch in normal time but it grew tedious and boring and so I applied the fast forward setting and skimmed through the footage. At about five and a half hours or approximately 3:30 am, something appeared on the screen. I was startled to say the least. Clicking "stop" with the remote, I rewound a few minutes to the point where the something appeared.

I was very surprised by the image that I had to rewind and play it over again and again but in the end there was no mistaking it. The image on the screen was that of Scott!

I don't remember him entering my room, and I certainly didn't hear him enter either. I watched as he knelt down on the floor beside the bed and stared at me. Though there was no audio I could see his lips move in what appeared to be an attempt to awaken me. I was so out of it that I apparently didn't stir at all. A moment later he placed his hand on my arm and lightly shook it. It was genuinely apparent that he was indeed trying to awaken me but could not it seemed.

The thoughts going through my mind while watching what began to unfold in the darkness of my room were bordering on the unbelievable. I couldn't get it out of my head and I had to continuously replay the images on the screen over and over until they fully registered. I watched in complete amazement as Scott's hand went from trying to arouse me from my sleep to arousing me sexually. It apparently didn't take much at all and I could clearly make out the fact that my cock sprang to attention at his merest touch. I couldn't believe it, but there it was, his hand sliding under the waistband of my underwear and my penis being released from it's confines.

I couldn't contain my current state of arousal in the waking world either as I watched myself react to the stimulation on screen. He seemed so gentle with his touch as he stroked my erect penis up and down. But that wasn't enough for him apparently as he then leaned forward and began licking my nipple. His mouth progressed down my body, on my chest then my stomach, finally coming to rest on my lower abdomen. My heart was pounding with anticipation with what I hoped would come next. My cock was ready to explode but I skillfully slowed the pace, prolonging the physical pleasure to what I hoped would coincide with what was playing out on the screen.

My hopes were soon realized. He glanced in the direction of my face which was off camera, but I could tell he wanted to make sure I was still out. But that was the million dollar question, why was I still out.? I'm usually a light sleeper and even if he were quiet enough, I would surely have felt someone touching me in such a sexually pleasurable a way. But I didn't rouse from my slumber at all. Any thoughts as to why I failed to awaken were quickly pushed aside as the images on the screen became so gratifying to watch.

"Oh Scott," I whispered and smiled with delight as I finally saw what I had been waiting for - namely my cock slipping into his mouth.

"I can't believe you did this to me ... " I again whispered and blushed.

Indeed I couldn't believe he had not only done this to me only hours ago, but that he apparently had done so on more than one occasion. I couldn't hold in the explosion that was about to happen, nor did I make any attempt to prevent my sperm from going all over the place as I began to cum. I moaned with delight, throwing my head back, gasping and all but screaming out his name.

"SCOTT!..."

The orgasm lasted for many moments as I whaled, gasping like a woman would. I finally fell back onto the floor trying to catch my breath, but immediately became fixated on the screen again ... the video wasn't complete - I had not yet come to orgasm. It was now a bit easier to watch without constantly rewinding or pausing and I let the magic imagery play out at normal pace. A full hour had passed as I watched Scott pleasure me over and over, skillfully sucking me in a way that would delay my release of sperm. At one hour and 12 minutes from the point he first appeared, the magic finally happened. I could see my penis start to pump over and over again, it was obvious that I was cumming and in his mouth no less.

After a minute or two he began to slow his relentless oral fixation, releasing me into the grip of his hand. I could clearly make out the cum still oozing from my cock and running down the length of the shaft. He continued to stroke me slowly, kissing my body until he finally stopped. After a moment or two, I watched as he carefully pulled my underwear back to cover me and then the sheets. But what really astonished me is what happened next. As he stood and looked over me, he leaned in gently for a moment, his face out of view, but it was clear he had kissed me as I slept. How passionately, I didn't know, I could only hope it was though.

I sat there mesmerized, stunned at what I had just witnessed, trying desperately to remember any sensations from the night before - I couldn't, and this depressed me. But what saddened me most was the fact that I couldn't remember the kiss. The blow job without a doubt was spectacular, but there was something to be said about being kissed. It was so unassuming, so gentle, like a way of thanking me or show of deep affection. Not like he assaulted me and then left, but that he secretly cared for me, possibly even deeply. I suddenly found myself awash in emotion again as I had been when I performed felacio on his rubber toy.

Part 5

After another couple of ours of repeated viewing, the question began to emerge as to why I failed to awaken through the intercourse.

"Why can't I remember, and why didn't I wake up?" I thought.

Just then it occurred to me - I bolted into his room, then into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and quickly searched. There - the bottle with the little blue pills, only now there were noticeably fewer tablets in the bottle. As I placed them back, another bottle again fell from the shelf, it was the one labeled "Diazepam". I scoured the label to see if I could discover what this was for - it said something about being a sleep aid. I began to think.

I got on the internet and searched for the term and sure enough, I saw what the effects of this pill could be. But I hadn't taken any ... or had I. I began to put two and two together and before long I had it worked out in my mind. Everytime Scott had brought my my tea, I became extremely tired not long after, and nearly everytime he had brought it to me, the next morning I awakened covered in sperm.

"Of course!" I thought.

"That would explain why nothing out of the ordinary occurred while he was away!" I reasoned.

Scott was spiking my drink with a powerful tranquilizer.

"But what about my recent out of control arousals?" I questioned.

That is where the Viagra was coming into play as I remembered the blue powder I had wiped away from the counter in the kitchen.

"Oh my gawd! He's knocking me out and getting me pumped up all at the same time"

I wasn't angry at Scott in any way, indeed I was extremely pleased with what he was doing to me on a regular basis, but there was one side effect he couldn't foresee. The fact that I was now very much attracted to him - sexually. Could that be the reason he recently began to walk around the house more freely and openly with less clothes on? And what about the inquiry I made as to the size of his cock? Could he be trying to get me to change my perspective about relationships? Especially male to male relationships? He has been gay for I don't know how long and I am always boasting about my female conquests. Could Scott secretly be concealing strong romantic feelings toward me and hiding them behind a wall of shyness and privacy - thinking that I could never or would never reciprocate any outward show of affection?

"The fact that he sneaks into my room at night and ravishes me is a strong indication as to what he is feeling."

"I wonder what went through his mind when I asked him about his cock?" I quietly asked myself.

"Could I have triggered a response in him? Something to make him a bit more bold" I wondered and began to smile.

I immediately knew what I was going to do next.

It was still early in the afternoon and I knew he wouldn't be home for many hours. After spending some time online, I found what I was looking for, namely an adult store not far from the house. I bit the bullet and drove to the location. I was very sheepish about entering, but I really wanted to try another experiment.

I had spent several minutes in the store, glancing at all of the unusual sex toys and videos, but unable to find what I was after. Within a few moments, a slim fellow came over to ask me if he could be of any service. If there was any innuendo, I didn't pick up on it. What I did pick up on was the fact the he spoke very effeminately. A gay man - what luck.

I motioned for him to step into a corner part of the store where we could speak discreetly.

"Please don't be offended by this ..." I prepositioned the sentence. "But, are you gay?" I whispered.

He looked at me in a curious way, but before any form of harsh words could emerge, I cut him off.

"What I really need to do is talk to a gay person - is there anyone here who could help me?" I sheepishly asked.

"I can help you?" he answered and smiled.

After gaining a certain amount of comfort in explaining my situation and new "way of thinking" to him, I could see he was very eager to help me with my search, indeed one could not tear him away from me at that point.

"I'm looking for something in see-through underwear ..." I asked as we both chuckled.

"Come with me!" He smiled and said.

After about an hour at the adult store I returned home with my new accoutrements. I was very eager for Scott to get home of course. At about 6:00 pm I decided it was about time and I changed into a t-shirt and my new underwear. Looking at myself in the mirror, I began to feel very playful and sexually aroused, but I had to keep that under control. I didn't want to shock him, I knew how shy he was, but I did want to at least entice him or turn him on as it were. At 6:20 he arrived home, I was seated on the couch with the TV on, slightly covering myself so as not to be too obvious.

I kept a watch on him as he went about his task of making something to eat. He was wearing a pair of loose boxers, but I could clearly make out the shape of his penis as it wiggled to and fro as he moved. At about 7:30 he joined me in the living room to talk and watch TV with me. We watched a crime show for about another hour when I finally decided to give him a look of what I had waiting for him.

"I'm going to get a snack - is there something you want?" I said somewhat flirtatiously.

"Bring the cookies" he replied.

"Excellent! Now I can give him a real good look." I thought.

I returned to the living room and approached him directly, I pretended to look at the cookie package in an attempt to see if I could catch him looking at me and for a brief second I did. I stopped right in front of him and turned my head toward the TV while holding out the cookies. Making like I was interested about what was transpiring on the TV, I hesitated for a moment to make sure that if he wanted to look, he would have ample time.

In my mind for that brief moment, I almost felt naked in front of him. I knew he could see through the fine mesh of my underwear and I also knew I could feel the blood rushing to my penis as it began to turn me on. I felt the size increase a bit, but I kept it under control, and with that I returned to my couch and sprawled out somewhat. I was doing everything I could to get him to look, but my plan was for nothing to happen at all.

At about 10:00 Scott got up to make himself some tea and I of course begged him to make me some iced tea as well.

"Of course" he replied.

Just then, I heard him leave the kitchen.

"Could he be getting the pills to spike my drink?" I excitedly wondered.

Scott returned to the kitchen and I could hear him stirring the tea - mine or his I wasn't sure, but it didn't matter. I had moved the pillow away from my lap just before he returned from the kitchen with our tea. I kept my eye on the TV, looking in his direction only to take the tea from him. He then sat down and began sipping his. I put the glass to my lips and made like I had taken a swallow - but of course, I hadn't.

"I'll be right back." I said as I left the room pretending to have to pee, taking the tea with me holding it to my mouth again as I left. Upon entering my room, I immediately went into the bathroom and dumped it down the sink while holding back the ice. Under the sink in the cabinet, I had stashed another teabag and put it in the glass. I filled the glass and soaked it. Within a minute, I had a new- fresh glass of tea. As I emerged from my room, I caught Scott glancing my way and for a second, I could see him staring at my crotch - it was working, or so I'd hoped.

I immediately gulped down the drink and walked into the kitchen - I wanted to walk about as much as possible to give him every opportunity to look. I placed the glass in the sink, indicating to him I was finished and returned to the living room. Within 45 minutes the act began and I started to yawn, stretch and feign tiredness, and within a few minutes more I mentioned that I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, retiring to my room.

"Goodnight." I said and turned and walked away, but not before I looked back and smiled at him.

I couldn't wait to get things going and I again turned on the DVR and nanny cam - I wanted another recording of the nighttime interludes. I figured that Scott would appear about the same time he had the previous night, which was still more than a few hours away. Little did Scott know that I had also taken one of his Viagra with the tea I had replaced. Even though I didn't need the pill, I liked the way it made me so horny and I wanted to make tonight as explosive as possible.

Part 6

The turning doorknob wasn't overly loud, but it was enough to stir me from my light sleep - he was entering my room. Luckily I had not turned on my side or on my stomach. I kept the rhythm of my breathing slow and steady, but deep as if I were in deep sleep. My heart began to race and the anticipation of what I knew was about to happen caused me to begin to become erect. My mind was racing and I was beginning to fully awaken but continued the appearance of being asleep.

I could make out the sound of him slowly approaching when he quietly called my name. I did not answer.

After a moment he called me again, only a bit louder. I knew he was testing to see if I was actually asleep. A second later, I heard him kneel down next to the bed and call me again - still I gave no indication that I was awake. Then - I felt his hand lightly touching my arm and he lightly shook me calling my name. Again, I did nothing. I remembered how out of it I was in the video and acted along those lines of playing completely dead and motionless.

After a moment or two I could feel the sheet being pulled back below my waste and as his hand moved back up my body, it glided slowly over my penis which was fully erect. The sensation it provided almost caused me to stir and it was difficult to maintain the slow rhythmic breathing. My heart was beating so fast at this new experience, knowing that a man had just touched my penis ... and I, not only allowed it, but relished it. I know from the video what Scott had been doing to me, but this was the first time I was actually coherently experiencing it, and I began to fear that I would not be able to maintain the illusion complete through fruition. But I was determined to try.

Once again, I felt his hand rub over my penis and then take hold of it. I was almost shaking with fear and excitement, the feeling of it was so new, so erotic, so alien that I could barely process the tactile sensation. By this time my breathing had quickened a bit and I had no way of knowing if this was normal since I had been unconscious every other time before. Even if it wasn't I could always keep my eyes closed and mouth shut, and hope I didn't scare him away.

I'm not sure, but I think my new underwear really turned him on because he wasted no time in placing his mouth on me - underwear and all. As much as I was loving it, I desperately wanted him to remove the garment as he had done the night before, and besides, I was really starting to leak and becoming extremely turned on.

"Please take them off, please take them off ... " I repeated over and over in my mind.

Finally he did just that, and I felt myself become free of the restraint. His hands were remarkably soft and I was very wet, making his movements very easy. All the while Scott was kissing my stomach and lower abdomen, slowly working his way down toward my cock. Then - it happened. I felt the warm moist orifice that is his mouth take hold of me and I instantly flinched.