The first wet dream that I can recall, was a few days after I went to a Willie Nelson concert with my family. Before the concert, I went to the men's room and stepped up to a urinal to pee. Then this kid steps up to the urinal next to mine. He was about my age, with dark brown, curly hair that looked like Frodo Baggins. He wore a concert tee, black jeans, a vest, and a fedora. I couldn't help it; my curiosity got the better of me! So, yeah, I "peeked" at him for as long as I dared, then finished up and left the restroom. Later, towards the end of the show, I saw the same kid standing up onstage, and I realized that he was part of the Nelson family! Fast forward to several days later, and I was still thinking about what I "saw" on that evening at the concert. I was half-asleep in my bed, except for one particular body part. I seriously thought my "thing" was broken, or was going to break, because of how hard I'd been the whole day! I didn't "jerk it", because I didn't know about that yet. I rolled over on my belly and kinda "rubbed" against the mattress for a bit, and then zonked out. I don't know how long I was asleep. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? I felt something wet in my undies, so I rolled on my back, pulled down my briefs, and felt something sticky on my privates. I panicked a little, not knowing what happened, but then I remembered "The Talk" we'd gotten at school. I went to the bathroom, wiped myself clean with some toilet paper, and flushed it. Then I put on some clean undies and went back to bed. This happened a couple more times, and then the "evidence" started piling up underneath my bed. Mom asked where my underwear went, and I told her she must have mixed it up with someone else's laundry. I think Mom suspected what happened, but she respected my privacy. I learned how to run the washer and dryer on my own after that. So, there it is: the story of how I had my first "dream".