On My Heart (On My Block fan fiction)

Wet Dreams: Spooky P.O.V

I wake up in a cold sweat with the biggest erection I've ever had. Its really hard and throbbing almost to painful. I let out a little moan. I haven't felt like this in a long ass time. I try to recall my dream but all I think about is Vincent.

I put on underwear and shorts and put my erection at the waist line hoping my underwear will hold it down at least long enough so I can get outside and to the shed out back. I check the time and see its 2 in the morning. I head out the back door as quietly as I can luckily for me everybody is asleep for once.

I make it into the shed where I have a stash of porn magazines. It's mostly women but some of them are posing with half naked men. This stash were the first porn magazine that I got. I flip threw the pages finding my favorite one. I pull down my shorts and start pleasuring myself. But after a while nothing happens I drop the magazine. I pick it up and it's opened to one with a male model. I instantly get hard.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hours later~~~~~~~

After my own eye opening scene earlier I decided to start working out. I am shirtless and sweating up a river. I'm not sure what time it is but my guess will have to be near noon. I take a short break to go get water from the hose. As I was walking to turn on the hose I caught a whiff of weed. I ignored it thinking it was one of my family members and continued to turn on the hose.

I took a long slurping drink from it before getting my body wet. Starting with my head bent over running the water over my shaved head. Then standing up straight and wetting my chest and abs. The cool water felt good on my hot body. I surprised myself by letting out a little moan.

Without realizing it I catch myself rubbing my abs. Then I bring my hand and the water to my head. Up and down my hand went felt good to only have my own hand touching my body.

I turn off the water and sit down on the bench. Letting the hot sun and air dry me. Then I smell weed again this time stronger.

"Yo, whoever smoking that shit better stop. I gotta check in with my parole officer tomorrow and I don't need that shit in my system.",  I yell at the people inside the house.

"Oh sorry.", says a very sleepy boy next door," I smoke to relax and keep my anxiety at bay."

A small smile spreads across my face. His face flashes in my mind.

I wipe the smile away and turn to face him. He's leaning on the fence smoking a joint. His hair combed back held by gel. His eyes shined yet revealed he hasn't been sleeping much. He has a black wife beater on and worn out pj bottoms. He raises his a brows questioningly probably because I have been staring at him/checking him out.

"Vincent was it?", I ask him already knowing it was his name. He nodded.

"How long you've been standing there? How early have you've been awake? What time where you out here?", I ask suspiciously my eyes narrowing.

He chuckles... A sexy chuckle.

"My... so many questions.", suddenly his voice becomes seductive," what's the matter? Afraid I'll see something... private?" He says while his eyes momentarily look down to my junk.

I smirk. Wonder what he did see.

"So does your dad know you smoke?", I ask him jokingly.

He pretends to look around us to make sure no one is listening. "I'll tell you a secret", he motions for me to come closer, I try a few steps still leaving less then 10 ft between us, he rolls his eyes and chuckles and motions more hurriedly for me to get closer soon my standing right in front of him,"My dad does know that I'm smoking pot because... he is my dealer."

I start laughing. Not that it was particularly funny. Sure it worth a chuckle or two. But it's just his "dramaticness" of it all.

Suddenly I find my self getting way to close to him. Then I feel my hand brush against his cheek. So soft and yet firm... suddenly my lips are on his and I'm groping him through the fence. Everything feels like a dream.

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I wake up in a cold sweat with the biggest erection I've ever had. Its really hard and throbbing almost to painful. I let out a little moan. I haven't felt like this in a long ass time. I try to recall my dream but all I think about is Vincent.

I put on underwear and shorts and put my erection at the waist line hoping my underwear will hold it down at least long enough so I can get outside and to the shed out back. I check the time and see its 2 in the morning. I head out the back door as quietly as I can luckily for me everybody is asleep for once.

I make it to the shed where I quickly rub one out. While I am cleaning up my "mess" I remember back in the day as a teen when I used to hide my porn mags in here the best female models playboy had to offer.

I am shirtless and sweating up a river. I'm not sure what time it is but my guess will have to be near noon. I take a short break to go get water from the hose. As I was walking to turn on the hose I caught a whiff of weed. I ignored it thinking it was in of my family members and continued to turn in the hose.

I took a long slurping drink from it before getting my body wet. Starting with my head bent over running the water over my shaved head. Then standing up straight and wetting my chest and abs. He cool water felt good on my hot body. I surprised myself by letting out a little moan.

Without realizing it I catch myself rubbing my abs. Then I bring my hand and the water to my head. Up and down my hand went felt good to only have my own hand touching my body.

I turn off the water and sit down on the bench. Letting the hot sun and air dry me. Then I smell weed again this time stronger.

"Yo, whoever smoking that shit better stop. I gotta check in with my parole officer tomorrow and I don't need that shit in my system.",  I yell at the people inside the house.

"Oh sorry.", says a very sleepy boy next door," I smoke to relax and keep my anxiety at bay."

A small smile spreads across my face. His face flashes in my mind.

I wipe the smile away and turn to face him. He's leaning on the fence smoking a joint. His hair combed back held by gel. His eyes shined yet revealed he hasn't been sleeping much. He has a black wife beater on and worn out pj bottoms. He raises his a brows questioningly probably because I have been staring at him/checking him out.

"Vincent was it?", I ask him already knowing it was his name. He nodded.

"How long you've been standing there? How early have you've been awake? What time where you out here?", I ask suspiciously my eyes narrowing.

He chuckles... A weird chuckle.

"My... so many questions.", suddenly his voice becomes seductive," what's the matter? Afraid I'll see something... private?" He says.

"So does your dad know you smoke?", I ask him hesitate.

He pretends to look around us to make sure no one is listening. "I'll tell you a secret", he motions for me to come closer, I try a few steps still leaving less then 10 ft between us, he rolls his eyes and chuckles and motions more hurriedly for me to get closer soon my standing right in front of him,"My dad does know that I'm smoking pot because... he is my dealer."

Deja vu... where have I seen all this from? It's happened before? But from where... my face lights up as I remember a little from my dream. The part where I am about to get it on with Vincent.