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The story of a young black man Chapter 5

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Leeto: The story of a young black man

Leeto’s wet dream

Chapter 5

That Monday night I could not sleep; all I could think about were those naked girls from the blue movie that Samson had shown to Tshepang and I earlier. What I did thereafter was to picture naked some the beautiful girls I knew—Palesa and Sylvia from school, Mirriam and Ipeleng from church, and Sibongile and Refiloe from around my block. I tried to picture how these girls would look like naked, whether they’d be as hot as the ones on the porn DVD or not. Needless to say, all my thoughts got me as horny as a virgin bull during mating season. I thought of touching myself however dismissed the idea as I was worried that my 9-year-old little brother, Lemogang, whom I slept with on the floor, might wake up and catch me in the act.

I eventually passed out after midnight and was woken up by the best sensation ever in my underwear in the early hours of the morning, before even my father could wake up; must’ve been before three o’clock, I think. My whole underwear was wet. “Oh shit!” I thought to myself, “I’ve just had a wet dream”. My mind was still blank at the time, maybe it must’ve been the wet underwear distracting me because I could not remember the dream no matter how hard I tried to. I got up and made my way outside to the toilet to go take a leak (urinate). I also used the time to take off my underwear, wiped off the rest of the ‘man juice’ from the tip of my penis with it and went back to sleep. Oh, before I forget, I rolled my ‘dirty underwear’ and put it in one of the pockets of the boxer’s shorts that I slept in; I was, after all, going to wash it in the morning after I had taken my bath. I then went back to sleep.

 I slept peacefully thereafter, almost as peaceful as a new born baby in its mother’s arms. I didn’t even hear my father wake up or when he left for work, as I normally do. I was woken up by Virginia who also had to wake up in the morning to prepare her daughter for crèche. “I thought I’d wake you up today”, Virginia said to me, as she gently shook me by my shoulder, “Mom told me that you overslept yesterday”. “Thanks”, I said to her, “and a good morning to you too”. Virginia only smiled and went on to prepare water so that she could bath Lethabo. Whilst waiting for Virginia to bath Lethabo so that I could use the very same washing basin to take a bath in, my dream from last night all came back to me.

My dream flashed like a movie before my eyes; in this dream I saw myself walking into the school principal’s (Mr Nkomo’s) office. Mr Nkomo has a personal assistant, Bridgette ‘Miss Lovely Legs’ Mohube. Of course, ‘Miss Lovely Legs’ was the nickname that Samson had suggested we call Bridgette by, among the three of us; other than that, no one else knew about it. Bridgette deserved that nickname because she had a body and legs that would make the likes of J.Lo and Beyoncé furious in jealousy. She was beautiful too, a yellow-bone with long, shiny, naturally-brownish hair. I didn’t know much about her except that she was renting a house with her boyfriend somewhere in Soshanguve and was originally from Zeerust. As for her age, I didn’t know it for sure, but I’d say she was either in her late twenties or early thirties.

Anyway, back to my dream; in this dream I walked into Mr Nkomo’s office and found Bridgette alone in the office, busy with some paperwork. It looked like it had been during school holidays because neither the teachers nor the learners were there; the whole school was empty. Bridgette invited me into the office and when I sat down, she stood up. She was wearing white tights and an old, worn-out Minnie Mouse T-shirt. I could see Bridgette’s nipples visible on her shirt, which meant that she was not wearing a bra. Bridgette looked at me and said, “I am so horny, you have no idea how wet I am down there. Oh, by the way, I am also not wearing any panties under these tights; you can put your hand in if you don’t believe me”. Even in my dream, where I was supposed to be a fearless stud, I was a nervous wreck. I was so scared, I was shaking. Realising that I was never going to come to her, Bridgette came towards me, took my hand and slid it in her tights. Before my hand could reach her ‘cookie jar’, before I could even tell whether she shaved or not, I was woken up by my ejaculation from the wet dream.
As I lied there, smiling alone in my little moment, my joy was cut short by Virginia, “Here, you can take the washing basin now, I am done bathing Lethabo”.
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