from JOMaster
I wonder if this is a common experience for other childhood masturbators: I had to learn about “wet dreams” from a book, rather than discovering them by experience. Our household library included a few books on sex, and I think it might have been in Dr. Rueben’s Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex (But Were Afraid to Ask) that I first read about Nocturnal Emissions, aka cumming in your sleep.
I must have been around thirteen or fourteen years old, and I was able to reason that I hadn’t experienced a wet dream because of my frequent masturbation: as a matter of routine, I jacked off at least three times a day—waking up, after school and before going to sleep. If jizzing in one’s sleep was a means of relieving pent up cum—well, I wasn’t pent up at all.
For some reason I decided to induce a wet dream of my own. It seemed obvious that to do it I must go to bed horny. It must have been during summer vacation—it was a warm night, and I went to bed nude and on top of the sheets. I had been masturbating all day, teasing but not allowing myself to orgasm, and I was definitely pent up by the time I turned in.
So pent up, in fact, that sleep proved elusive. My body was used to drifting off in a post-orgasmic oxytocin haze—here was a night with the exact opposite in effect. I tossed and turned in my agitated state of need, tempted to give up and finish myself off right then and there. My mind was awash in thoughts of sex and masturbation, and it seemed like hours before sleep finally came.
And then I came in my sleep. I awoke suddenly, in mid-orgasm, flat on my back in bed and feeling my hot cum landing on my skin. My hands reached toward my exploding penis as if by reflex, but then I stopped and let my climax play out touch-free. It was a different feeling. When I masturbated, I was stimulating myself to make my cock-and-balls unit bust that glorious nut. This orgasm felt different, as if it came from inside, for lack of a better term. It was autonomous, as if my body said to itself, “Let’s get these balls drained right away!” and did it on its own.
My body was also habituated to multiple orgasms per day. My spunk was still wet on my chest and belly when I started to get hard again. I decided to take Round Two out of the bedroom. Nude and still wet with cum, I quietly went out to the front yard and had my second climax in the usual fist pumping manner, plain to see for anyone else on the block awake at 3:00 a.m. (As far as I know, no one was.)
I repeated the ‘experiment’ a few times, but creating the conditions cramped my jacking-off-every-chance-I-got pattern, so I let the nocturnal emission lapse back to a problem for those poor unfortunates who hadn’t learned the joys of chronic masturbation.
Any others with experiences of nighttime orgasms?