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Part 2 of "The Rest Of The Story" or "HOW TO FUCK UP A WET DREAM"

THE REST OF THE STORY Part 2- "How To Fuck Up A Wet Dream."
The Rag Doll Knockout Spray I stole from Trooper Kemp's duty belt had done its work. He might remember starting to take a shower, but he'd never remember finishing it. His heels now left a wet trail across the motel room carpet as I dragged him from the shower stall into the bedroom. I had to smile as we past the empty boot in which he'd been stupid enough to try to hide the key to my handcuffs. I dragged Surfer Boy, (my nickname for this young blond cop), to the side of the bed and propped him up against it. His body slumped over in my arms, but even passed out, I had to admire how his muscles somehow remained rock hard and defined even though, at the moment, he had no control over them. His left hand had fallen across his crotch. I lifted it to see his cock lying pink and soft, curled slightly over his balls.

I grabbed him by his wrists and pulled him by his arms up across the bed. I fetched a towel from the bathroom, and starting with his feet, began drying off Surfer Boy.

Back when I was still his prisoner and he had me sitting handcuffed in the back of his squad car, I got Surfer Boy to start letting his guard down by encouraging him to talk about what I guessed was his favorite subject, himself. I sensed he still had the mentality of a dumb high school jock. Job one for him was to make sure I knew he was a world-class cocksman....a super-straight cockman.He told me he kept his balls shaved because his girl friend didn't like hairy balls. Now I was thinking to myself, "It also makes it a lot easier for me to get these jewels of yours nice and dry. " I thought of that explanation as I meticulously pressed each of his closely shaved testicles into the folds of my towel, making sure all the little droplets of shower water got blotted up.

As for his cock, he'd boasted like a typical high school hunk how he was almost always hard and how his cock could get soooo big, a lot of women were scared of it. Well, ah-hem, it wasn't that way now. The Rag Doll Spray had temporarily tamed Surfer Boy's Killer Cock . Even though it was thick and well veined, when I picked it up and wrapped it in my towel, I could hardly feel it at all.

Still holding Surfer Boy's limp penis with my fingertips, I whispered in his ear, "It's fun checking you out you with all your defenses down, seeing what you've got. But I kinda wish you could show me how this cock of yours looks when it's under under full sail. " No response. I released Surfer Boy's cock and it dropped back again lying flaccid across his balls.

When I grabbed his arms again to pull him further up onto the bed, I got a scare. Those big biceps's seemed to be just slightly pulling against me. Was it my imagination or was Surfer Boy resisting? Was that Rag Doll Spray wearing off? I had been able to con this big dumb kid real good before, but if he came to and found me manhandling him naked around the room, no way could I talk my way out of it, and no way would I be a match for him. Even if he was groggy, I knew his powerful body would make short work of me. I would be toast!

I grabbed for the knock out spray can and was about to give Surfer Boy a little booster shot to send him floating back to dreamland when I had a remarkable thought!

It had been a kick playing nursey with this egotistical blond jock's body while he was passed out, but now it was getting boring. What if, instead of keeping Surfer Boy totally zonked, I allowed him to play a sort of game of chicken with me? What if I let him wake up just enough so he could move those sizable muscles and start to react but not so much that I'd loose control of him. When that began to happen, I could zap him straight back to dreamland. Of course, if I didn't zap him fast enough or if he played possum and conned me, then he'd easily take control of ME, which would mean I'd be royally fucked! The risk I'd be taking playing this weird game of chicken turned me on.

I decided to test to see if there was any consciousness at all.. I prodded his balls with my towel just to see if he'd react. His knees moved apart ever so slightly. In the words of Mr. Spock," Interesting!" Or in the words of Mr Serling, "Welcome to the twilight zone, Trooper Kemp."

Guys- particularly young guys like Surfer Boy- have wet dreams all the time, right? They can wake up to find they have shot a load into their sheets when they thought they were fast asleep, right? So maybe, before I step into his boots, put on his uniform and drive off in his squad car, I can help my Surfer Boy Trooper to have a little wet dream of his own tonight! Produced and Directed by...... ME!

As if I was teaching Surfer Boy a new trick, I picked up his right hand (I hoped he was right handed) and gently curled his limp fingers around his own flaccid cock. I felt his fingers immediately tightening around the shaft, as if by reflex.

"OH, I see you've done this before," I said softly with a grin.. At first his hand stayed frozen in place, like he was dazed and wasn't sure where to go from there. I helped him start a little up and down fist motion. I whispered encouragement, "That's a good boy! That's a way!"

With a little help from me, I got his fist to began pumping. His cock was actually getting hard. Then something scary happened. His head started slowly swiveling from side to side, and his eyes opened about half way. I panicked! I grabbed the can of Rag Doll Spray and zapped him good. It was like what happens when you hit a bug with bug spray. Surfer Boy immediately released his grip on his cock, his hand falling limply back on the bed. Those blond eyelashes fluttered, and his eyelids winked shut. His cock, however, was a different story. It looked like it just did not want to give up. He'd brought it about three-quarters the way to "full sail". There it stayed, even though its owner had totally faded. No longer resting on his shaved balls, its head now pointed straight up his abdomen, almost reaching his navel.

Standing at his feet, checking him out, two items convinced me that I had acted too hastily in zapping Surfer Boy in the middle of his "wet dream." The two items were his pair OF shaved balls which looked to me like they were standing out like a guys balls do when he's getting ready to shoot his load.

Grabbing a fist full of blond locks, I turned Surfer Boy's face toward me. His eyes stayed closed and his month fell half way open. "I guess I owe you an apology" I said to him right out loud. "Looks like this time I had the blond moment. I.....I FUCKED UP A GOOD WET DREAM!" I picked up his hand again and tried in vein to get him to grab his cock as before, but he was too far gone. I thought I heard Surfer Boy moan softly as his hand just fell back limply on the bed.

I felt I needed to do something nice for him while I waited for him to wake up enough for a second try. I also wanted to get a peek at that bubble butt of his that had looked so fine and fierce when I watched him earlier, still wearing his uniform breeches, admiring his butt in the mirror.I slowly rolled him over on his half hard dick .I went into the bathroom and retrieved those high black socks he had been wearing under his riding boots. They were moist and still gave off a strong smell of boot leather. I raised each of his feet and pushed and pulled til I got his socks back on him.

"There," I said. Now nobody will be able to say you were found naked in a motel room."When I rolled him back over, his cock was still half hard. I squeezed it and saw a fresh dab of clear pre cum ooze from the slit in its head.

" I'm so sorry I fucked up your wet dream, Trooper Kemp. Now I'm going do everything I can to help you get it back."

I knelt down on the bed, took his head with its now tangled mass of wet blond hair in my hands and propped it against my own crotch. I leaned forward over Surfer Boy's upper body and with my fingers, rubbed his per cum very gently all around the head of his cock. Lots more immediately oozed out, and Surfer Boy let out a soft moan. "That-a-boy, I'll get you started. As soon as you can handle it, you can take over. OK?"

Then I grabbed his shaft, and started slowly stroking it. It didn't take very long for him to take over, and this time I didn't panic, even when I saw him obviously regaining much control of his powerful and (for me dangerous ) muscles. He was obviously pretty well occupied doing something much more important than getting up off that bed and arresting me. The only thing I did to help Surfer Boy from then on was to work the toe of one of his boots in under his balls in rhythm with his strokes. When he felt his balls being booted, he spread his legs wide apart, resting his socked feet on the edges of the bed. Then, with a yell, he blew this enormous load! I watched him shoot stream after milky white stream up across his abdomen. I watched some of his cum over flowing down in streams over his side onto the bedspread. I felt the same pride and satisfaction any producer or director feels when he watches the show he made happen (at some personal risk) become a hit. I felt great and obviously at that moment, the same went for my Surfer Boy Trooper.

Then I did what I had to do. With his wet dream now history and the knock out spray wearing off big time, Surfer Boy might well come after me. I waited as long as I dared for him to finally shot his last load. Once it came, I blasted him, emptying the can of Rag Doll Spray on him point blank. Then I held him in my arms comforting him by stroking his balls as his body sagged and he quickly grew still. I left Surfer Boy Trooper there on the motel room bed wearing only his socks and the results of one fantastic wet dream. I hoped Surfer Boy would sleep peacefully until morning when I knew someone would arrive to wake him up and clean him up.

I put on his uniform, paused to give him one final salute, and headed for his squad car to make my getaway. As I pulled out onto the highway- my road to freedom- I wondered how they'd report this story in the morning paper.