Living Out a Wet Dream

Back when I was young and not yet a frequent masturbator, I, like most young boys, had wet dreams. Many of them followed thesame format: I was with some friends or family members and was the only one nude. In the dream this always seemed quite natural and no one reacted to my nudity. We may be doing any normal thing or things, nothing overtly erotic it seemed. Most times we were out in front of my house on our very normal 1960’s era suburban Cleveland, Ohio area street playing, talking or doing whatever teens would do back then. Sometimes it may occur in school or at work. The common thread was that I was nude, others weren’t and it seemed quite normal.

In the dream I might rub against some friend and, again, this did not seem out of the ordinary. There were no reactions tothis. In reality I was likely humping the bed! After a while, in the dream, I would feel the need to pee. At this point the dream, which may have been occurring during any season of the year, changed to winter. Cleveland winters always included snow. Such was the occasion in this part of the dream and invariably I would relieve myself by sticking my very hard cock into a snow bank to pee. I would feel this very cold tingle starting in my groin and working its way up to my stomach and throughout my body. It felt so good urinating into the dream snow. No wonder why it did– I was having my wet-dream orgasm! I would then awaken and, early on when these happened, I thought I had wet myself. But when I felt what was there on my stomach, it was thicker thanurine and very sticky. Finally I figured out it was my semen. Wow, that felt fantastic but sure did make a mess!

This same dream format happened a number of times. Then, once I figured out this masturbation thing (I was 18 – see mystory on my first time), I thought it would be super fun to try out my wet dream in real life, at least the part of it where I orgasmed into a snow bank. So, in the winter of 1973 I set out to cum into the snow.

Fortunately we lived right across from a nicely wooded area. In the summers when we were young, all the neighborhoodkids would play here, building forts, hide and seek and such. So I knew these woods quite well and this would be where I could live out my wet dream.

One winter afternoon I prepared. For Cleveland it was a warm winter day, around 32 F, and sunny, although it had snowed about 6” the day before and the snow was “heavy”, that is somewhat wet, what we called “good packing snow” because you could grab a handful and pack it into a nice, solid snow ball. This was good because you could sit on it and not sink in too far. I picked out proper clothes to wear, making sure that they were easy to remove as I wanted to be nude, just as I was in these dreams. Allthat I wore were a pair of jeans, a pair of slip-on boots and my Navy Pea Coat, nothing else making it easy to get them quickly off and on, and a small towel that I wore around my neck like a scarf, and set out for the woods.

Knowing the pathways was sure helpful and I soon made my spot, an area that could not be seen from any house or road. I wasvery familiar with this area because I used to come here, strip and walk around enjoying nature. There was a large oak tree here and I thought that would make a great backrest as I sat and jacked off into the snow. 

I quickly stripped off my clothes, my cock already hard in anticipation. Now I was feeling the cold, wet snow beneath my feet. Burr, it really did feel cold! But that was part of the allure of this, to get that feeling like I had in my wet dreams. Such was the force of young male hormones that I maintained my stiff erection despite of the cold. I sat down in the snow, wiggling my buttocks into it, feeling the cold, with the frigid snow now against my balls. “Wow, this does feel a bit like the cold in my dream”, I thought. So I started using my fist to work my cock up and down, overcoming the cold and building the heat into it. Faster and stronger my right hand stroked, now a blur, me feeling the cum building up, wanting to rocket out of my hot cock in this cold snow. As I felt the tingle beginning, knowing that I had reached the point of no return, I turned toward the small bank of snowpiled up against the side of the tree and thrust my hot cock into the freezing snow. “Oh, man, this feels so good.  Oh God, it feels so cold.  Oh wow, this feels like heaven!” Spurt after spurt of hot cum started to melt its way into the snow. It was like my wet dream! The cold snow on my cock almost hurt, but in such a great, erotic way.

“I did it!” I thought. “I lived my wet dream, being naked and relieving myself into the snow!” But then I realized how cold Ireally was, so quickly used the towel to clean and dry myself off a bit, hurriedly pulled my clothes and boots back on, trampled out my bare foot marks in the snow, and headed for home, still cold but very satisfied in living out one of my dream fantasies. I didn’t get to live out the other part of the dream – being nude with other people around until much later in life when I went to aclothing free resort.  But that is another story.

And I think this was the end of my wet dreams. Masturbation became a very routine and necessary part of life as it continuesto be to this day.