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As the night began to set, the deep blue sky dimly illuminating through the windows of the house, Payton would let out an exhausted yawn, facing the man beside him with a soft look of anticipation for what he was about to request.
“It’s very late, Brenton.. are you sure you can drive me home at this hour?” Payton worriedly asked with sad, glistening eyes. It was almost two in the morning–incredibly later than intended. They were merely meant to hang out just for a few hours, but they both subconsciously lost track of time, and were seriously about to pass out on the spot. If Brenton really were to drive Payton back to his parents, he surely would've fallen asleep at the wheel.
Brenton sighed, firmly patting Payton on the back, “I better not, it is late ain't it?” he warmly smiled, Payton responding the same. He tensed as he felt the touch of his rough hands on his tender body, feeling a heat rise to his face.
“Make yourself right, you don't mind sharing a bed, eh?” laughed Brenton, attempting to ease the boy out of any lingering awkwardness of the situation. They've been closer before–watching shows on the couch, scrolling image boards together, why would it be any different now? They would both just keep their distance in the large mattress.
Payton obediently nodded, forgetting any routine he had before sleeping as he climbed in. He attempted to make his way in slowly to not embarrass himself, but the mattress was rather worn and squeaked with every movement he made. He cringed hard to himself, turning away to hide the flush of his face.
The man sat up before flicking off the lamp lighting up the bedroom, the only source of illumination being the night sky now. There weren't really any other distractions outside such as streetlamps or neighbors due to how rural he lived outside the main town, which brought much peace to Brenton.
As he slid into the bed roughly, he would let out a deep, low sigh, before adjusting the blankets on top of him. Payton blushed, turning himself from facing Brenton to laying on his back as nervousness creeped up on him. He tried to steady his breathing while they sat in near silence, but the sound Brenton made alongside the tension between the man and himself made him sweat.
Payton went deeper into the thought, feeling an uneasy intensity swarming his body from the mere feeling of being next to the man, so close to him alone in the dark.
He couldn't help but gently tense his thighs together, unobtrusively stimulating his increasing erection.
Due to how drowsy he truly was, he would soon doze off as thoughts of Brenton raced through his mind, he felt so desperate for the mere sensation of Brenton touching him that it drove him insane. He hated the reality of having to just lay there, so close to getting what he wanted–but will never receive. All he could do in the moment was ever so slightly inch his hips back and forth and pray a whimper or moan doesn't slip out of him.
As Payton fell into a deep sleep rather quickly, Brenton was still having a hard time resting for whatever reason he couldn't figure out. He had always taken a bit of a longer time to fall asleep than most people, but it never concerned him too much. Though he greatly enjoyed the company of Payton next to him; it was a change of pace from his loneliness. Overall, he loved Payton's company in general. He smiled at the thought of it, attempting to reposition himself a little closer towards the boy as he knew he was dead asleep. He could tell by Payton's soft little hums which sounded like music to his ears.
Brenton was now mere inches away from him, Payton facing him on his side with his torso and legs brushing up against Brenton, his arms close to his chest in an almost fetal-like position; Brenton wished he could just wrap the teenager up next to him with no complaints.
As he would inch closer to the sleeping boy, he felt Payton's rather obvious boner jutted against his thigh, slowly grinding it against his leg. A look of surprise drew across Brenton’s face; was he really having a wet dream right now?
Brenton would simply lay there in amusement, merely to see how long this would go on. He noticed how the gentle hums in his sleep were starting to grow more forward and restless, how his breath hitched every few seconds. It was exceptionally arousing for Brenton to witness, soon feeling himself growing at the pleasure of the boy. Despite not being able to quite make out any of the visual attributes of his surroundings, he still admired heavily what he felt against his bare thigh.
The man couldn't stand feeling the boy helplessly hump against him anymore, fixing himself up off the bed as he climbed over the teens resting body. The mattress squeaked with every movement he made, holding his breath as he successfully aligned his hips with Payton’s backside. Every moment that passed he felt his excitement heighten–he loved the thought of Payton waking up in pure bliss from the supposed ‘dream’ he had, unknowing of anything that happened the night before. Brenton quickly pulled down his shorts before slipping his erection into his hand, spitting on his palm and gently stroking his shaft with anticipation. He discreetly bent himself over Payton, ever so slightly adjusting the boy's body to prop his rear up. While he arched over Payton’s backside he would hook his thumb into his underwear, sliding them down carefully not to awaken him. Brenton felt rather nervous about the whole thing, contemplating the awkward consequences if Payton were to somehow wake up. Though, it wasn’t much concern to him, continuing to focus on easing himself into the teen in his possession.
Brenton would gently spread Payton's soft rear apart, biting his lip as he pressed his wet tip against his entrance. He tried to conceal a moan as he eased his dick into the tight, virgin boy–It felt amazing. He couldn't care less if Payton suddenly woke up anymore, pushing himself deeper with every thrust, a rhythmic pattern to his hips gliding in and out of him.
He felt his body temperature rising with each stroke, feeling so much pleasure from the cute, soft noises Payton made while being railed. Brenton arched his back further up against his, moving his hands down to Payton's exposed waist, his thrusts growing aimless as he whined from the stimulation. Sweat started to bead at the top of his head, still trying his hardest to seclude any noises he would inevitably make.
As he felt himself getting closer to finishing inside the boy, he would further press himself up against Payton’s back, leaning down to the side of his face as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear in between gasps. He wished he could see Payton’s cute, unconscious face more clearly, as it was only dimly lit by the natural light coming through the window. Brenton gently cupped his face with his palm–which was extremely warm to the touch–before kissing his cheek, pressing his nose into the crevice of his neck.
With a short, muffled moan, Brenton wrapped his arm around the boy's waist and under his stomach, roughly driving his dick into him as he ejaculated. The warmth spread across his body as he peppered soft, reassuring kisses onto the boy's flushed cheek, exhaustedly panting. He hesitantly slid his slick penis out, tenderly inching his hand down to feel Payton’s erection through his shorts, rubbing his thumb on his sticky, wet tip–his semen spread thoroughly around his crotch. Brenton smiled with satisfaction before pulling his shorts up, gingerly rolling onto his back before wrapping an arm around Payton. With his right hand, he would admire the teens' soft pants and exhales of pleasure, gently running his fingers through Payton's silky, brown hair. Holding his chin in place, Brenton would place another tender kiss on his mouth before shutting his eyes with fulfillment.
He’ll be pleasantly surprised when he wakes up in the morning.