While Russell slept the tape was having an effect on his mind. Not only were his briefs tenting a slightly larger bulge and erection but Russell was beginning to have dreams of some of the hot girls from his math class.
In between his imagination undressing the girls in seductive dreams, Russell fought in the waking world as his hard and throbbing penis leaked a droplet of pre onto his briefs.
Dream after dream and the visualizations of chess and boys were mixing and out. It was like he didn’t know who he was anymore. He wanted to scream as his body began sweating.
His dad appeared in the final dream sequence and the intense echo of the word coach began to pierce his mind.
“NO!!! I’LL FIGHT THIS!”
And with that scream Russell woke up to the morning sun… and sweat everywhere on his body.
Immediately he noticed the wetness in his crotch. He knew what happened.
“A wet dream? That’s not me, I don’t get those.”
Russell had vague thoughts of hot girls in his fore mind but shook it off.
“What the hell!” Russell’s head was spinning!