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 penetrating them to illuminate the room enough to make out shapes in the darkness, but none of the shapes or the shadows in the room look familiar. I have a moment of bewildered fear before I remember that I’m in my own familiar bed, just in an unfamiliar bedroom. The memory of the day before reassembles in my brain 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 something was menacing me in my sleep and my gut knows it’s still here, lingering in the darkness somewhere.
But whatever it was that scared me, 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 head. 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 off his face. That moustache, that square jaw with a couple of days’ worth of stubble, they make him look like a Tom of Finland character. 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 eyelids, another sigh, and then a mumbled, “Yes”.
I see the sheets move where his hand is. That’s when I notice the tented fabric: he’s hard too. I see a lump disturb the sheets as it travels 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, and the sight of it 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 dream 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 always 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 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’s 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 in in the mattress 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, 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, my 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, and I wonder who it is he’s thanking in his dream.
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