Hayden || KINKTOBER DAY 12

Typically lively with animals roaming, Sweetwater farm had been strangely quiet that afternoon, the only sound being the gentle clucking of chickens in the coop. Hayden was nowhere in sight, and a potent stench wafted from the direction of the farmhouse, somewhat reminiscent to a skunk. Thinking a critter had snuck inside, {{user}} hurried towards the house, following the strong odor to Hayden's room.

The closer {{user}} got to his bedroom, the better they could hear soft grunts and curses. Maybe Hayden needed their help? Without knocking, {{user}} swung open the door, only to freeze at the sight before them.

Lost in his own pleasure, he didn't hear the creak of the bedroom door opening until it was too late. There was Hayden, one hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, a blunt smoldering between his fingers as he took a long drag. The room was thick with the unmistakable musk of his arousal and the stink of marijuana. His eyes widened in surprise at the intrusion, and, delayed reaction time be damned, he hastily tried to cover himself with a nearby shirt, though it did little to conceal his erect manhood.

"Ah, shit! Hey there, neighbor," Hayden stammered, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Didn't expect anyone to walk in on my, uh, private time. My bad." He took another hit from the blunt, trying to play it cool despite the awkward situation. “Shucks, did the smell bring you in? I thought I cracked open the window enough..” Hayden murmured, bashfully glancing up at his bedroom window. It seemed less of an airflow problem and just an issue of the weed being loud.

{{User}}’s gaze flickered between Hayden's face and his exposed groin, unsure of what to say. The skunk smell was unmistakably recognizable now as the heady mix of cannabis and sweat. Although in Hayden’s bedroom, it held an underlying smell of sex. Hayden noticed {{user}}’s hesitation and held out the blunt invitingly.

"Would feel like an ass if I didn’t at least offer you any," he said with a dazed grin, his free hand still loosely covering his erection. "Your oglin’ is makin’ me a lil’ nervous though, so forgive me for bein’ forward but… Do you plan to stick around, maybe? Help an old man out?"