Scott woke up to a 'sun-lit' room. He had left the curtains open the night before as it was a 'full-moon night', and for some reason, he wanted the 'moon-light' to flood his bedroom. Maybe the whole 'full-moon' thing was why he was actin' so crazy lately he thought with a smile....

His smile turned into a somewhat grimace, as he realized the front of his pajama bottoms were all wet and sticky. There was a large 'wet' spot on the bottom sheet of his bed.....
'Oh no, what had he done?!?'! Scott realized that sometime durin' the night, he must've had a 'wet-dream', or maybe, seein' how wet and sticky he was, and the sheet was, maybe a couple of them.... What had he been dreaming about??? He couldn't remember.....

'What a mess...', he thought as he got outta' bed. Guess he was gonna' have to do some laundry later...... Gee, he hoped he hadn't stained his mattress, that would be hard to explain....
Scott changed out of his pajamas, and got into some sweats. He headed downstairs into the kitchen.

"Good morning sleepy-head! I stopped in your room earlier, but you were so sound asleep, I didn't want to wake you.", his Mom said as she tousled his hair, which Scott realized was so total 'bed-hair'..... His first thought was that hopefully, when his Mom had checked on him, he wasn't havin' one of his 'wet-dreams' things goin' on........

"I was going to make you a nice breakfast this morning, but we told the Larsons we'd be up around lunch-time, and your Dad was anxious to get on the road. He's out packin' up the car."

"Uhh, thanks Mom, but I can get somethin' later.", was Scott's reply. He wasn't really feelin' very hungry, he wasn't quite sure how he was feeling....... His Dad came back into the kitchen.

"Morning Scott. Have a good sleep?", Scott found himself slightly blushing......
Then to his wife, "Are we ready to go?".

"Yes, I've got everything I need.", his Mom replied, as she picked up a picnic-basket and a tote bag filled with food and 'goodies'. Scott and his folks headed out to the car.

"Be a good boy, and call us if you need to.", his Mom said as she kissed him good-bye.

"And no big parties while we're gone. We don't want to hear from the police department.", his Dad said with a laugh, and Scott and his Dad hugged.

His folks got into the car and drove off, his Dad tootin' the horn as they left. Scott was wavin' to 'em, his folks wavin' back.

"I love you!". Scott shouted as they turned the corner and were gone.

Gee, he had the house to himself for the next couple of days. Scott thought that he might call up some of his friends and see if they wanted to go on a bike-ride, or maybe toss a ball around.... He went back into the house and up to his room. There, in a neatly folded pile, were the clothes that he had worn yesterday. Even though they had gone through the washer, the mud had left a slight stain on everything, and his Mom had just said,
"Looks like you have some new 'play-clothes',".....

Scott looked at his clothes; 'Play-clothes!', 'Clothes to play in!' were the thoughts that shot through his mind. He felt that strange, funny, feeling start to creep over him.... His stomach had that 'ache' feeling again, only it was a 'good' feeling....

'Put your play-clothes on! Clothes to play-in!'. Scott felt his cock start to stir... A small voice way back in his head told him not to do it, that he'd regret it, but Scott over-rode it, he wanted to do this!!! Scott started pullin' off his sweats.....