My first wet dream

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When I was 12 I went on a three day camping trip with my dad. We shared a two person dome tent, so it was fairly close quarters. I was going through puberty at the time, although most of the awkward phases of voice-cracking and physical dis-coordination had passed me over. I would have rather had those than the one that happened during that trip.
During the second night I remember waking up abruptly just as it was getting light. I was having a strange dream about driving a car slowly up a hill and when it got to the top I woke up startled. I had an erection and it was throbbing like crazy. I sensed some kind of imminent release and all I could think of was pee, so I quickly jammed my thumb over the tip of my penis. I had just my first sex ed. class just before summer let out and I remembered the part about wet dreams. I thought that must have been what was happening and I had woken up just before I ejaculated.
Unfortunately, there was no way of getting out of the tent without waking my dad. So I woke him and, with a lot of embarrassment, told him I had a wet dream. He got out of his sleeping bag, grabbed some tissues, and helped me open my sleeping bag. My erect penis was sticking straight up and I just wanted to shrink back into the bag. My dad held the tissues as my moved my thumb away from the tip of my penis. There was a little ooze of pre-cum and he dabbed it with the tissues. But about three seconds later, my penis started throbbing intensely. It felt full, like it was going to explode. Suddenly I was arching my back and moaning as I started ejaculating. It started spurting out and my dad tried to catch it in the tissues, but a lot of it ended up on me. My whole body was shaking and I was panting pretty hard, but I was still acutely aware that my dad was right there. Finally, after about 7-8 spurts of cum, it started to subside and I was left with a mess of hot semen all over my belly.
My dad was pretty cool about the whole thing. He didn’t say much and just helped me get cleaned up. I guess he figured I was embarrassed enough by what happened. I went out to the bathroom and threw out the tissues. Afterward, my dad tried to have the sex talk with me – maybe figuring that would be a good segue. I politely listened half-heartedly, all I could think was having to wake up every morning in fear that this had happened again. When we got home after the trip, I was thankful that the incident was never mentioned to my mother or brother.