Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 13: Nightmare... Or Souvenir?

(Noah's POV - Tue. 3 March 2015)

I just can't help it... I need to go and see for myself. This man is affecting me so much... like nobody ever has before... Not even Bryan and I thought I was crazy in love with him at the time. Camden is just... so handsome! I don't care if he treats me like a child and bosses me around, even if that clearly annoys me. Like... how the hell can he give me orders and expect me to just obey? I know that this is his house and I am totally grateful for his kindness and generosity, but damn! I'm not a child!

Screw that! Right now, I can only think about his tall and well-built frame; his square and strong shoulders; the muscles of his chest and arms straining against his shirt; his perfect backside; his long and apparently muscular legs; I am sure that it must feel comfortable to snuggle against him! And then, there is his beautiful and silky hair; I would love to remove that rubber band and run my fingers through it. I want to rub the back of my hands against his stubbled jaw; I want to pass the tip of my tongue over his red lips; and these eyes... these gray orbs are just amazing! I had never seen so much intensity in anyone's eyes before. I could drown myself in them!

So I need to go and check if he is as beautiful naked as he is with clothes on. I don't know where I got that certainty that he sleeps naked, but my curiosity gets the better of me and that's why I am now stealthily progressing in the corridor, as quietly as I can, until I stop and try the last door. I can't be sure that this is his bedroom but I soon realize that I got it right. The man is sleeping on his bed, completely naked and lying over the comforter. I silently shut the door and walk to the bed. For long minutes, I contemplate his nude body thanks to the vivid light coming from the bright moon. Oh God... I shouldn't be doing this... This is all fucked up, but I don't care, so I quietly get on the small bed - Damn!! I thought that all adults, even if single, would have at least a queen size... not one of those single beds! - and kneel between his parted legs. The light is so bright that I can easily see his limp penis at the junction of his thighs. I would have imagined it to be much longer and much bigger... Even mine is larger!!! I guess that a man's height has nothing to do with the size of his cock then!

The good thing is that it shouldn't hurt too badly; though considering that I haven't had sex in almost two years, I can't be sure! Anyway, I am ready to take any form of pain since Mister the Good Samaritan has asked me to stop cutting myself. What is it to him if I self-harm anyway? This is none of his business after all! He has no right to decide on what I do with my body! Ugh... my emotions and thoughts are running wild, oscillating between extremes with this man! Enough thinking, though! Now is the time for action!

Wow! I don't know where I get all this sudden courage, but without hesitation, I lean down and take his warm member in my mouth. He groans a little in his sleep but after a few minutes of working my tongue around his girth, slipping the tip of my tongue in the slit, his manhood starts swelling and finally becomes hard. Camden eventually wakes up and the next thing I know, I impale myself on his erection. Before he has time to react, I start bouncing up and down, taking the best angle so that his cock rubs against my prostate. Oh fuck! It feels so good!

A fire starts burning in my lower region and soon enough, my own erection ejaculates long and thick spurts of semen which land on his chest. I climax once... twice... but just when I am shooting my third load, a loud banging echoes on the door and my father barges in, a gun in his right hand and his leather belt in the left one. Before I have time to stop him, he points the revolver toward Camden's body and shoots him. There is blood everywhere and even more is spilling as he continues to fire at the man I was falling in love with.

"Nooooooooooooooo!!!! Don't hurt him!!!!! Don't kill him!!!!" I scream but all too soon, I feel the sting of the leather belt slap my back, burning my skin. My father tugs on my thin arm and throws me to the floor. I try to protect my body but it seems like the strap keeps reaching every inch of my skin that I can't cover with my hands.

"You dirty faggot!!! You disgusting demon!!! I'm gonna teach you a lesson for taking dicks up your ass! You're just a piece of shit!!!" my father growls at me, kicking my ribs and my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up on the floor, feeling drenched in sweat.

"Noooo dad!!! Stop!!! Don't kill him!!!!"

"You killed your sister!!! My beloved daughter!!!"

"I didn't kill her!! I didn't kill her!!! Please stooooooooooooooooooooooooooppp!!!!"

"Noah!!! Noah!!!!" My father is now shaking me but his voice has changed and it is filled with panic and fear. Perhaps he is realizing that he is doing a mistake.... "Noah!!! Come on!! Wake up, boy!!!"

"No!!! Please let me die!!! It hurts too much!!!"

"Noah, what the fuck...? Wake up!!" someone shouts and I understand that this is not my dad this time. How can I hear him whereas my father just killed him? "Noah... it's okay... you're safe here... wake up, boy, it was only a nightmare..." This voice has a deep and forceful power; one that soothes my anxiety and that helps me to calm down. Actually, it is not only that voice... It is also the strong arms wrapped around my shoulders; and that reassuring smell... "That's it, Noah... it's over now, you're safe here... open your eyes, boy..."

I do as I am told and I find myself pressed against a hard chest. I try to slow down my breathing by taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly. Tears are still running down my face and I am drenched in sweat.

"It's okay, Noah... It was just a nightmare..."

"I'm sorry... I... I woke you up..." I try to say, but it only comes out as sobs.

"Don't worry... I don't mind... I just want you to calm down; you're safe here..." he whispers above my head, not letting go of me and rubbing my back.

Just when I am finally calming down, I realize that my back should be feeling wet with sweat but it is not... well not as wet as I expected. And yet... I have this sensation of being soaked. Oh my God... no... please not that... I try to stay calm but as I shift the slightest bit, I can feel the disgusting wetness around my middle. Now I want the ground to open underneath and swallow me deep into its darkness. No!!! That hasn't happened to me in almost two years! Not once since I left my parents' home!!! Why now of all times? Oh my God... I can't deal with that and I wish I would die just now... This is too much shame!

"Noah..." Camden growls. "Noah, calm down, boy... I told you nothing can happen to you here..."

"Go away... please go away!!!" I sob, thrashing in his arms and involuntarily pushing the comforter down, thus revealing the evidence of my shame, but it is too late to pull it back over me.

"Noah! Calm the fuck down!!" Camden groans and I unfortunately can't fight against his strength as he pushes me back and pins me on the mattress, my wrists tightly held in his hands. "I.SAID.CALM.DOWN!!" I try to spin my hips so that he wouldn't notice the wet spot at the front of my gray sweat pants but even my blocked nostrils get a sample of the stench. Realization hits him suddenly and his smoldering eyes darken as they are locked on mine. Right now, if I could go up in flames or whatever, I would. "Shhh... it's okay..." Tears fill my eyes again as they shut and I feel my face heat up with the deepest blush I have ever had. "Noah..." Camden says very softly. "Noah, please... don't work yourself up for something so stupid..."

"Because you wouldn't work yourself up in such a situation...?" I spit out in anger, briefly looking at him.

"I don't know, but honestly I don't care..." he whispers softly. I close my eyes again and wait for him to release the pressure on my wrists, but it doesn't happen. I suddenly become aware of little whimpers that I hadn't noticed before; my poor puppy must be worried... "Noah, I'm going to take you to the bathroom so that you can shower while I change the sheets, okay?" Camden finally says.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay... just don't worry about that," he says, pulling me back to his chest. Oh God... Now I remember what my initial dream was about and I can't help another blush on my face as he pulls me up from the bed and leads me to the bathroom across the corridor, followed closely by Jess who is trying to get my attention. "Here, take a shower and I'll bring you some clothes shortly. Just put the other ones in the sink for now. I'll be right back." He briefly ruffles my hair and walks out.

I pet Jess's head for a few seconds, trying to reassure him, then I shut the door. When I pull down the pants and boxer briefs, I realize that my cock is almost hard but I can't tell if this is a residual effect from my dreams or a direct consequence of the overwhelming emotions I felt in Camden's arms. I thought he would have yelled at me for ruining the sheets but once again, he didn't react as I expected, only supporting me and soothing me with kind words. Fuck! I can't believe I managed to pee myself in my sleep! This hasn't happened to me in almost two years and I just feel like crying from the fear that it might start again.

I was one of these kids suffering from nocturnal enuresis. I was actually toilet-trained rather early I think, and at two, I no longer needed diapers. However, when my sister died about a year later, I started having accidents at night once in a while - quite often actually, to be honest - and that was another reason for my parents' anger because it didn't stop until I was fifteen, almost sixteen... Nocturnal enuresis is not something that doctors really have solutions for. There are a few treatments but they never worked on me, and seeing how my mother would get angry when I woke up in a wet bed in the morning, believe me that I learned to use the washer very early in my life. When accidents happened, I would simply undo my bed on my own, bring the wet sheets to the machine and start it myself.

It got better when I started dating my first boyfriend, toward the end of puberty. I never had any setback after I ran away and I really thought I had gotten rid of this painful inconvenience. Now that this has happened once again, I feel desperate that this is going to start all over again and I just want to cry over it. However, reminiscences of my dream seem to be stronger than my worries about wetting my bed and as I shower, I can't help remembering how this dream had started pretty well. Just the thought of riding Camden has me flush again, but I can't help an expression of disgust on my face as I make a parallel between my orgasm and the incident... Ugh...

Jeez, dreams are really weird! I would never dare doing anything like I did in this dream... never! I can't deny that I am truly affected by Camden and his protectiveness and kindness certainly don't help, but damn! I just can't let my testosterone rule my mind, much less my desires. And I certainly don't want my father to kill Camden! I can easily interpret the nightmare part, though. I remember too well how Bryan and I were having sex in my bedroom, unbeknownst by my mother who was already wasted with whatever alcohol she was addicted to and dead asleep in the living room downstairs, when my father got back home earlier than usual. For some reason, he must have had a sixth sense or he was just in a mood to annoy me because we heard him heavily climb up the stairs and Bryan barely had enough time to put his jeans back on before my old man barged into my room.

He immediately understood what was going on there, but Bryan managed to sneak out of the house before my father took out his anger on me. The rest was already said. The homophobic bastard tried to beat me to death and I took the opportunity to run away when he had to leave and deal with an issue at work, threatening to kill me when he would come back. I immediately fled to Detroit that evening and never set a foot back in my hometown again. I never saw Bryan nor my parents after that night. Nor did I try to get in touch with any of them. My mother might as well be dead from cirrhosis of the liver, I wouldn't know and I don't really care either.

"Noah...? Are you ready?" Camden suddenly calls from behind the door just as I turn off the tap. At least my erection has disappeared thanks to these sad memories.

"Err... yes... almost..." I reply as I grab a towel to wipe myself dry.

"Can I come in?" he says dubiously.

"Yes..." I say, quickly wrapping the towel around my waist before the door opens and he walks in. I didn't notice earlier that he was dressed in black pajamas pants and a rather tight tee-shirt. I cast my eyes down, partly because I am ashamed of this awful body of mine that he must be watching now, but mostly because I don't want to get another erection from how sexy he looks, even in PJ's.

"Here... I got you an old pair of pajamas pants that adjust at the waist and a tee-shirt," he says, dropping the stack of clothes on the chair by the entrance. "I'll go take care of the laundry. Go back to bed," he then adds, turning around to grab my dirty clothes in the sink.

"No... I can do this!!" I exclaim, trying to reach for the sink but he is blocking access. When I dare glancing up at him, he is scowling at me.

"Get ready for bed. I'll be right back." His tone is firm and leaves no place for argument, so once he has left, I swiftly finish wiping my body dry and getting dressed, then scurry to the guest room. I drop Jess on my sweater and go to sit on the bed which now smells good of fresh and clean sheets. I fold my legs to my chest and try to shove away the memories of what happened, fighting my embarrassment when Camden comes back up a minute later.

"Are you cold?" he asks and this is when I realize that I am indeed shivering.

"A bit..." I whisper. He walks in and without a word, he makes me lie down and pulls the comforter over me. This man is not only a Samaritan. He has to be an angel. "Camden...?" I call out in a whisper when he is about to head back out.

"Yes...?"

"Would... Would you mind... staying with me...? Just for tonight...?" I stutter sheepishly, my teeth shattering a little. I see him frown at me but after a few seconds of hesitation, he switches off the lights and comes to lie down next to me, slipping his hands beneath his head. I surreptitiously snuggle to his side and the next second, his right arm wraps around my shoulder. This is actually all I wanted; nothing sexually related; just the comfort of his arm; just the impression of being safe around him; just the bliss of feeling protected by someone strong.

"Do you want to talk about your nightmare?" he asks softly and I shake my head in answer. "Get back to sleep then."

"Thank you, Camden... Good night..."

"Good night, Noah."

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When I wake up the following morning, Camden has left my side but I am pretty sure that he stayed for the rest of the night because I was able to sleep really well after the incident. I know that I felt safe and warm close to him and I enjoyed a dreamless sleep. However, as memories flash back into my mind, shame and sadness kick in and I hesitate for a long moment before I finally get up. Jess is no longer here either, so I guess that Camden must have taken him downstairs or that the puppy simply followed him to claim his meal and to go out.

I silently make my way down and find Camden at the island counter, sipping from a mug of coffee. I can see that he has already showered and gotten dressed... almost. He is wearing a black shirt today, but he hasn't buttoned it yet, so both tails are slightly parted and revealing what I believe is a tattoo on his chest. However, he doesn't give me the opportunity to see more of it as he hurries to do up his shirt when he realizes that I am staring at him, causing me to blush as much because I have been caught ogling him as because I am feeling terribly shameful for what happened last night.

"Already awake?" he asks as he does the last button of his shirt.

"Yeah..." I whisper, walking to the counter to sit on a stool and peeking at Jess who is sleeping on a towel by the window.

"Help yourself with breakfast, Noah," he says, returning his attention to the iPad in front of him.

"I'm not really hungry," I reply with a sigh, making him look up at me with scowling eyes.

"Noah, you need to eat." I don't answer and cast my eyes down. "Hey, listen... I don't want you to worry about... what happened last night, okay?" he says, laying a gentle hand on my arm, which sends tingles through my whole body. I guess he must have felt them because he immediately retrieves his hand, as if he had been burned from touching a hot pan.

"That's still embarrassing..." I mutter, feeling my cheeks warm up with heat again.

"I gather that, but forget about it. The bed had a protection sheet and at the end of the day, it's just laundry. I know that these things can happen, and should it happen again, just don't sweat it out. Once again, it was no more than a little mishap," he reasons me in the most considerate tone. How can this man be so patient and kindhearted? I really wonder why he hasn't gotten married and started a family yet. "Noah! I'm being serious! Stop overthinking this! Now go get yourself some breakfast!" he then adds firmly.

"Okay, thank you... Can I take a dairy for breakfast?" I then ask shyly.

"Just help yourself with whatever you want, I told you that already."

"Thanks..." I whisper. Our short conversation has woken up Jess and he follows me to the fridge where I grab a yogurt before I get back to my stool. The puppy is now trying to get my attention by scratching his paw on my leg.

"To the towel, Jess! You already had a meal this morning!" Camden orders him, pointing his finger toward the substitute bed, and I am surprised to see the little dog walk back to the towel obediently. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. I've left you some cash on the console and I'd like you to go to the hairdresser's at some point today. It's a twenty-minute walk from here and I've left you directions on a note there too."

"Why... why are you doing all this for me?" I ask meekly after I have swallowed a spoonful of yogurt.

"Why wouldn't I?" he argues, cocking an eyebrow at the same time as he stands up. Damn! I wish he would stop looking so sexy. "I don't have any particular reasons for doing this, Noah. I'm just doing it, that's it. So you should just accept what you can get and take any opportunity that will help you to grow stronger," he finally explains. I am so overwhelmed by all this pure generosity that I can only stammer a sincere thank you. "Try and take care of the rest of your laundry today. I'm finishing earlier tonight, so we'll have dinner together. What about pizzas?"

"Wow... pizzas sound great!" I exclaim, already salivating at the thought.

"Then pizza it is for tonight!" he says with a warm smile as he ruffles my hair, causing some weird reactions in my groin. "And get that mop of hair cut a little!"

Camden then finishes getting ready for work and leaves after more recommendations about feeding myself and resting. Once I am done with my breakfast, I quickly clean up the kitchen and go to lie down on the couch in the living room and watch TV. This is going to be another long day here, alone with my thoughts. Camden has managed to reassure me about the incident, but the first part of my dream keeps nagging at my mind. I know that emotions can get increased tenfold in dreams and I am definitely not in love with the man; but if the boner I am sporting right now is any indication, I can't ignore my attraction toward him. Ugh... I suddenly wish I had the guts to make the first part of my dream from last night come true!

Published on 11 Apr 2017

So, before anyone starts making fun of Noah wetting his bed, know that enuresis is a serious disorder that affects about 2 % of teenagers around 15 y.o., and less than 1 % above 18.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Next one will be up in 2 days and if I were evil, I'd say that someone is going to push Camden a little too far...