Dreams (Patreon)

Okay, so this excerpt is the first scene of a new story I'm working on. I probably won't be sharing any more bits of it in the near future because I've put this story on hold while I work on other ones. But I think this scene kind of works on its own so I figured I'd share it with you now. Hope you like it.

For the first second or two after I wake up I’m confused about where I am. The curtains are thin and the moonlight is illuminating the room just enough to make out shapes in the darkness. But none of the shapes or the shadows in the room look familiar. It takes a few panicked breaths before I remember that I’m in my own, familiar bed, just in an unfamiliar bedroom. The memory of the day before comes back to me and I remember moving in, assembling the bed, standing on the balcony on the other side of those thin curtains and looking out onto our new neighbourhood.

I can’t remember what I was dreaming that woke me up. But I have a feeling it was something disturbing, because I’ve got that uneasy feeling you get when you wake up from a nightmare. I have a sense that I find hard to identify: like a sick dread, like I’ve witnessed something menacing and my gut knows it’s still here, lingering in the darkness somewhere.

Whatever it was that scared me though, it obviously wasn’t enough to stop me getting hard in my sleep.

I turn my head to look at Keith. He’s asleep, sprawled out on his back, his face facing mine. One hand, the one closest to me, is resting by his face. The other’s by his side under the covers.

He grunts softly. His eyes twitch. His mouth, too, making his thick moustache wriggle like a slug trying to crawl away. That moustache, that square jaw with a couple of days’ worth of stubble, they make him look like a Castro clone or a Tom of Finland character or something. God, he’s fucking handsome. And I’m fucking lucky.

He grunts again, this time followed by a long, contented sigh. “Mmmh.” He squirms a little before settling again. Another twitch of the eyes, another sigh.

I see the blankets move where his hand is. That’s when I notice the tent in the sheets: he’s hard too. I see the lump travel, disturbing the sheets as it moves from his side to his crotch. Another little moan of contentment, and the sheets start to rise and fall over his cock as he slowly strokes it.

I look at his face. No sign that he’s awake, or conscious of what he’s doing. He looks happy though.

I’ve never seen him jack off in his sleep before. It’s a fucking turn-on though. My hard-on hasn’t subsided yet from when I woke, and the sight of him stroking himself off in his sleep makes my own cock throb with arousal.

I consider sliding my own hand across the bed, under the sheets, and taking over from him. It’s always better when you have someone else to do it for you. But I don’t want to wake him, or disturb the moment he’s having. So I don’t touch him. Instead I run my hand down my own body till it finds my hard cock, and I start stroking myself too.

Keith lets out another moan, a blissful, long exhalation. As I stroke my cock I look straight at his face. His eyebrows furrow a tiny bit, that familiar expression I see on his face when he’s having his cock serviced and it’s starting to really get him off. He bites his lower lip and lets out a long, low moan, louder this time than the ones before. He’s picking up the pace. I do too.

I bring my hand out from under the covers, spit into it and the wrap my hand back around my cock, rubbing the saliva all over to lube it up. I let my hand glide up and down the shaft, focusing my efforts on putting just enough pressure right on that sweet spot where the shaft meets the underside of the head.

Keith starts to writhe in the bed; the combination of what he’s doing to himself and whatever he must be dreaming about is really getting him going. His breath is getting deeper and faster, and louder. Suddenly he inhales sharply, holds his breath, and I can feel the mattress move as his body tenses up. For a moment everything is still and silent, before he slowly exhales and relaxes his body again.

I realise I’ve stopped too, caught up in the moment of his climax. But I’m close too, so I start stroking again. Fast, tugging it back and forth, feeling the pressure of my orgasm building. My breath’s getting faster and harder — I’m breathing shallow to keep the noise down — and then with a little grunt I cum, my load landing on my chest in three separate shots one after the other.

As I lie there, by breath returning to normal, I feel Keith shuffle in the bed next to me, turning over onto his side facing away. As he settles onto his stomach he lets out a contented sigh, and I hear him mumble, “Thank you.”

I chuckle quietly. Then I wonder who it is he’s thanking in his dream.

I'm sure you know enough about my writing now to have picked that whoever it was Keith was dreaming about, it was not his husband. 

Hope you enjoyed the story. And I hope next time you see your boyfriend / husband have a sex dream it'll make you wonder whether it's someone else he's dreaming about. ;)