Keith often had vivid dreams while he slept. Sometimes nightmares that led to him waking up in my arms, or freaking out if I was out of bed for some reason. And other times, he dreamed of pleasant things that he would reminisce about in the morning. But more recently, Keith has been having wet dreams. At least once a week, I would be awakened by his moans and mumbles while he slept, sometimes calling out my name. One time, I woke up because he was humping me while drooling on my pillow in his sleep.
At first I thought he was having nightmares with me in them, but the first time he moaned 'Babe, I'm close~', I got the picture. Keith was extremely embarrassed at first, trying to get up before I did and change his boxer's without me noticing. After awhile of me reassuring him I didn't care and he didn't need to be so nervous about what his mind did while he was asleep, he relaxed. He still flushes red whenever I tease him about it, but he does that when I tease him about anything.
Usually, I just ignore his moans and try to go back to sleep and be done with it. But tonight, as I was awaken by his cries of pleasure, I decided I would indulge him and give him what he wanted. It wasn't the first time I had ever joined in one his fun and it certainly wouldn't be my last.
Keith was such a heavy sleeper (yet he always knew when I got out of bed), that he didn't even know the difference between the pleasure he imagined and the pleasure I was giving him at the same time. He usually slept through it, convinced they were the same, until he reached his climax. At that point, he usually would wake up, extremely confused on why his dream was still happening, before realizing the situation.
Turning over in the sheets, I gaze at Keith's breathless face. His head was tilted to the side, lips slightly parted alongside his flushed cheeks. His mullet was messy and strewn across his face and pillow, a few strands lying across his closed eyes. Despite his sleepy appearance, he was still as handsome as someone could be while they dreamed about getting fucked. Another breathy moan escapes his lips as he turns his head the opposite way and spreads his legs wider. Someone's getting blowed.
Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, I strip away the comforter, reveling his groin and some of his upper thigh. Keith sometimes wore pajamas to bed and sometimes only wore his boxer's; Lucky for me, he decided that pajamas were for the weak and jumped in bed without putting them on last night. I could already see his the bulging erection from the tent in his boxers, the fabric stretched thin from the pressure. I bet that hurts.
As if he heard my thoughts, a whimper comes from him as he bucks his hips slightly, almost begging for them to be removed.
I trail a finger along the hard bump in his boxer's, pressing down lightly so even he could feel it in his dream. Keith gasps loudly and shudders, a strained moan falling from his mouth. I smile to myself as I lean down and pull back the hem of the fabric, kissing his base. The skin was hot, warming my lips as they press against it. His body shudders, sending shivers down my spine as a lewd groan comes from him. Licking his base, I pull away and release my grasp on his boxers as I divert my attention back to his growing bulge.
As he cries out in pleasure from when my wet tongue slid across his hot skin, Keith chokes on his moan as I start to suck his erection through his boxers. Trailing a finger up and down his inner thigh, I slip it underneath the fabric and rub the sensitive skin of his groin. He groans and thrusts his clothed erection further into my mouth, starting to pant loudly. His breaths become ragged, one starting before the other can finish as he loosely grips his bedsheets.
"Stop teasing." Keith moans softly as he shudders, his head falling completely to the side. I glance up and see he's eyes still squeezed shut. He still thinks it's a dream.
I smirk and pull away from his soaked boxers, wet partially from me and partially from what I can only assume is precum seeping through the black fabric.
