Page 55 of Sweet Thing

CHAPTER 26

AMAZING

Warm lips on Simeon’s brow made him smile in his sleep. He opened his eyes to focus on the face looming over him. “Gah, did I fall asleep on your birthday surprise? Sorry. I’m just soo relaxed.” He slurred as he stretched his long-limbed body and rubbed his face.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned up the kitchen and made preparations.”

“Ahh, the mysterious gift”, Simeon said, a wry smile playing on his lips. He sat up and saw to his delight that Bastian was wearing only a black jock strap.

Now, this was the kind of gift Simeon could work with. Bastian stood tall and, smiling mischievously, did a slow twirl. With the Sensate Focus training, he’d had to keep his hands off Bastian’s ass, cock, and balls. But now his awestruck eyes gazed upon the robust musculature of Bastian’s physique and traced from his shoulder tattoo all the way down his spine to the arc of his bare bubble-butt cheeks. Bastian was blond and had a little fair hair on his body—a smattering on his chest which flowed to a darker blond treasure trail and pubes. But to Simeon’s delight and astonishment, he saw that Bastian’s ass cheeks were covered in a peach fuzz of fine downy blond hair. Fluffy-butt is so damn cute. Simeon couldn’t help his compulsion to reach out and stroke his hand over the curve of a cheek. Ohhh, so soft. Simeon sighed out his pleasure.

“You like?”

“Hell yeah—I have to tell you now—I’m gonna be stroking you like a kitty every chance I get,” Sim declared, and both men laughed.

“Matti used to make me wax”, Bastian revealed as he sat on the couch and drew Simeon into a warm embrace.

“Noh! That’s a crime against humanity!” Sim said in faux outrage. “So. What do you wanna do now?”

“Well, I guess that we’ve had two nights of the no touching below the waist, so my gift to you is one that will keep on giving if you can work out the secret key to get the motor working.” Bast took hold of Sim’s left hand and moved it to his fabric-covered bulge of his jockstrap. Simeon’s brows hitched. His hand squeezed the warm, weighty package and he looked up and met Bastian’s eyes with feigned surprise.

“So generous. Is it all for me?” he said in a breathy exasperated French timbre.

“Of course, I am in your hands. Play all you want, and we shall see what happens. If I can’t get hard, I will just work on you.”

Bastian sounded strangely relaxed about a subject that had tormented him for the past couple of years. Simeon saw that with the right kind of visual stimulation and a playful, relaxed atmosphere, Bastian could get hard without a problem. He was curious.

“Will you be upset if I can’t make you hard? This has been such a good day; I don’t want to pressure you or mess things up.”

“It’s fine. I read that booklet a few times, and when you were away, I did some online reading. I’m onboard with the Sensate Focus techniques, and so, now we move on to the next level. My ass is your gift tonight no matter what.” Bastian said decisively.

Simeon’s heart leapt. He thought of that glorious Bowie inspired script tattoo dancing across Bastian’s shoulders, and the muscled fluffy ass he had only just been permitted to touch. And tonight, Bast was letting Simeon top him.

Bastian began to unbutton Simeon’s short-sleeved black shirt and then snuck a hand in to caress warm, soft skin. Simeon moaned and when they were both topless Simeon lay back on the couch, and Bastian lowered his weight on top of him.

“A minute,” Simeon said urgently. Bastian rose up. Sim unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, and shucked out of his jeans.

Bast smiled down at Simeon. He noticed more designer underwear with sheer panels. Simeon rolled both of Bastian’s nipples between his fingers and pinched hard. Bast barked a protest and then leaned down to give Simeon a punishing kiss.

They were still using the Sensate Focus techniques as they kissed, their fingertips tracing and branding sensation into one another’s skin. They frotted, rubbing fabric covered cocks and balls against unyielding hardness as they kissed, writhed and moaned.

Bastian hadn’t enjoyed a make-out session like this since he was a horny teen getting off in secret with boys from his boarding school. It was freeing, knowing that Simeon wasn’t pressuring him to perform, and he wasn’t pressuring himself to perform. Suspended in the moment, Bast simply lost himself to the sensual rocking rhythm, the caresses, kisses, and the wriggling of the sweet, playful French boy beneath him.

Simeon certainly knew how to kiss, and he was the kind of lover who wanted to be kissed a lot. The more Bastian explored Simeon’s body, the more he ached to drag those breathy sighs from Simeon’s mouth.

“Want you.” Simeon could not disguise the longing in his voice. He was enjoying unwrapping and tasting his birthday gift, taking his sweet time, licking, biting, and kissing every inch of Bastian’s flesh. With the pulsing, rocking motion of their frotting, his swelling erection appeared to start a chain reaction in Bastian. After several long minutes of sweaty friction, Simeon had a hard length jousting beside his own. He was overjoyed by the naked simplicity of feeling Bastian’s erection pulsing as it filled, with its ruddy, swollen mushroom head peeking over the band of his jockstrap, smearing a glistening line of precum on Sim’s stomach.

The erection was such a joyful natural response, and it had occurred without Bastian feeling the need to force his masculinity into their lovemaking. Beneath him, Simeon’s movements grew more determined. His skinny hips bucked up to crash against Bast, and their hard dicks were crushed in the process. The sensations of hot friction were sublime, and Simeon’s writhing became more frenzied.

“Want to make you come,” Simeon said in a breathy pant. “You close?”

“Feels so good. Want it to last longer,” Bastian replied, his ass pumping up and down like a piston.

“We’ve got all night. We can do it again. Let’s just come together for the first time, yeah?” Simeon reached up and grabbed the back of Bastian’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. The pumping and thrusting grew urgent as they breathed into one another’s mouths, warm tongue sliding over warm tongue.

This was so deeply intimate, and fear leapt to clutch at Simeon’s chest. He wanted to look away. It was too intense, too much, too soon. He felt vulnerable at that moment, but Bastian held him and would not let him go. He gripped Bastian’s downy muscled ass, and when Sim’s orgasm hit, the rush of pleasure was all-encompassing. It was given an extra jolt when he felt the man above him stiffen and then let out a pained groan. Simeon claimed Bastian’s mouth, and they rode out their orgasms together, silken threads of cum flowing over their abs.

Bastian collapsed on top of Simeon and gripped him in a bear hug. His body jerked with aftershocks, and he was overwhelmed with the fact he had been able to orgasm with a man—one who was not his beloved, lost Mattieus. Bastian felt no guilt this time. He had given his body what it needed and shared it with the sweetest man he’d met in years.

Simeon was bewildered by the intimacy of sex with Bastian. He’d never experienced such emotional sex before. Sober fucking with a good man was more intense than drug-sex with a stranger. This time, Simeon connected to his feelings, and those of the man now sprawled on top of him, sweaty and panting. It was a revelation that sex could be so good without drugs.

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