Page 32 of Sweet Thing

“Ah, Mattieus. Just one little souvenir!” Bastian encouraged in a smooth, provocative tone. He grinned and stood back behind the gloriously erotic vision of the young man spread open for his pleasure. Bastian was in total control.

“Smile!” he chuckled, taking a photo—several photos.

Mattieus grimaced, powerless to stop Bastian. The phone was placed on the side table, and Mattieus could hear the condom packet ripping open. Bastian pressed behind him again, and Matti’s rage melted away. The man smelled of spicy sweat and lavender. Matti’s throat was kissed, and his bobbing Adam's apple licked, then Bastian pulled Matti’s jaw around and plundered his mouth.

“Do you want this?” Bastian whispered hoarsely in Matti’s ear.

“Ja…ja”

“What do you want?… Tell me.”

“Fick mich.” (Fuck me)

“Is that all? Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

"I want you inside me, pound my ass, make me cum in your hand, lick my cum until there is nothing left!”

"So ein frecher Junge", (Such a naughty boy) Bastian sighed out, unable to disguise the lust in his animalistic growl. He fell to his knees and in seconds, Mattieus was whimpering with pleasure. Bastian’s tongue was licking his puckered hole, gently relaxing him for penetration.

After several blissful minutes of rimming, lubed fingers gently eased their way inside. Bastian took his time; after all, he had waited six months for this, he could hold on for a few more minutes and give this gorgeous young man the ride of his life. He eased his rubbered cockhead between the tight ring of Matti’s anus. The young man cried out and tossed his head back. Bastian waited, leaning in, curving his chest to lay against Matti’s back. He tenderly kissed the nape of the younger man’s neck and shoulders. Hands roamed the length of Matti’s spine, gentling him with caresses. Bastian cupped the man’s ass cheeks and moved to hold his hips, beginning a gentle rocking motion, inching himself until his thighs were flush with Matti’s. The young man cursed passionately as the drag-and-thrust began in earnest.

“I have desired you from the moment I saw you, Mattieus, you drive me crazy,” Bastian admitted, plunging his member deep inside the younger man.

Mattieus grimaced, gasped, and laughed at the same time, his pain, and pleasure mingling. Arms wrapped around Matti’s torso. He was possessed inside and held outside. Matti needed to jerk himself off, but his hands were bound and hooked on the wall. “Touch me, please sir, I need a hand, please,” he begged urgently.

Bastian felt a thrill of lust pooling in his groin every time Matti called him Sir. This young man knew his place—and he was in it!

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“We hooked up on his last day at my office. We were inseparable from that day…” Bastian paused and his eyes glazed over. Simeon’s hand rose to rub Bastian’s back.

“I don’t know what he was doing in the car with my father. I just… do not understand it. My father and I were estranged. To my knowledge they’d never met in the five years we were together.” Bastian trailed off and sighed deeply again.

“Thank you for telling me. I don’t know what else to say Bastian; your heart must be broken.”

Bastian nodded solemnly.

“Shall we walk? Which direction are you going in?” They were only ten minutes walk from Pieter and Emily’s penthouse, near Marschall Bridge, and ten minutes from his own home.

“We can walk toward Tucholsky Strasse.” Bastian decided. “Lewis will pick me up when we get there.”

They stood and began to stroll along the riverside path. “I am truly sorry, you know,” Bastian said again, he could not apologize for enough. “Since Matti died I haven’t been able to… become intimate with another man”, he admitted.

Simeon’s eyes widened. So THAT was what was going on! Suddenly everything became clearer. Sim had called Bastian a cock-tease and attacked him for his lack of sexual prowess when the man was dealing with impotence brought on by grief. A wave of guilt rushed curled in his chest. He gave Bastian a long look. The fact that he was broken—even more broken than him made Simeon feel something he’d never felt before. He could not pinpoint what the feeling was, but it was new and felt good. Before Simeon’s brain caught up, his mouth suddenly announced:

“I can help you with that problem, if you want.”

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