Page 36 of Sweet Thing

Sim had no idea what else he could offer Bastian. He wasn’t a sex therapist, but Simeon knew he could make a man come like a volcano, just by using dirty talk. Simeon had initiated phone sex hundreds of times over the years, usually when he was on a shoot somewhere and staying in anonymous hotel rooms, lonesome and bored. “What are you wearing?” He asked breathily.

“Pajama pants… Calvin Zoros,” Bastian added as if the high-end brand were important to the hot twinky model on the end of the line.

“And you?”

“Oh. I sleep naked…” Sim’s tone was low and sultry; he really could work a sexy phone voice. Bastian sighed out a deep breath. “What do you think made you hard?” Sim enquired,

“I was hard from the dream; I woke myself before the end. You know, before I called you. And then your voice…”

“Do you want me to talk to you and see if we can get off, yeah?”

“Would you… for me?”

“We can try, yeah… and then get some sleep, hmmm?”

Bastian was hooked. “Talk to me. Tell me what you are doing, tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Hmmmm,” Simeon sighed provocatively. “I’m touching myself. My skin is warm and soft; my fingers are moving slowly over my chest. Oh, it feels so good. I want your tongue to flick my nipple piercing, once… twice… Oohh, yeah. That shoots straight to my cock. Dites-Moi ce qui se sent bon pour vous" (Tell me what feels good for you) Simeon heard Bastian’s breath hitch when he started speaking French.

“Est-ce que vous excite quand je parle français?” (Does it excite you when I speak French?)

“Ohhh”, a low growl of pleasure from Bastian sent a spark down Simeon’s spine.

“Dites-moi ce qui se sent bon pour vous” Simeon repeated

“I like to start slow. I like lots of kissing. I miss kissing”, Bastian said solemnly. “Your mouth is very tempting Simeon. I remember how soft and warm your mouth was; how eager and inviting, how good you tasted…” Simeon hummed in appreciation, and Bastian groaned involuntarily.

“Spit on your hand Bast. Let me hear you,”

Bastian did as he was told. Simeon did the same.

“Le frotter sur ta queue, gentil et lent” (Rub it over your cock, nice and slow.)

There was serious, palpable silence from the man on the end of the line. Simeon’s mind’s-eye saw him though, his dick jutting from the waistband of his Zoros PJs, getting the attention it wanted at last.

“Up and down baby, up and down… feels good, ja?” Simeon prompted. A stifled grunt came in response.

“Imagine my tongue licking up the shaft, slowly swirling over your hot head, I bet your precum tastes so fucking sweet… Fuuhk Bast, talk to me.”

“So ein frecher junge” Bastian gasped.

“Yeah, I’ll be your naughty boy. Do you want that eh? Tell me what your dick looks like”, Simeon’s voice was low and breathy.

“Shit! Hard, I’m so hard. My dick likes your voice...“

“How much does your dick like my voice? Will he cream for me if I keep talking dirty?“

Bastian chuckled a deep smoky baritone, and then his breath hitched into a groan. “We can try! Are you close?“

“Yeah, one hand is pumping my cock, and the fingers of my other hand are...“

Bastian heard the sound of spitting again, and then a raw, wanton sound ripping from Simeon’s throat.

“What?“ Bastian asked eagerly,

“Ooooh. I‘ve got two fingers up my ass... Ohhh fuuhhk...“ Simeon groaned at the invasion. He was lying on his side with one leg in the air, giving his fingers deep access to penetrate his tight asshole. He pumped his spit-slicked fingers in and out.

“Ohhh Bassstian.“ Sim hissed “I wish you could see this. My cock is like rock, and my balls wanna burst. Fuuhk...“ Both men were breathing heavily now, sharing grunts of mutual pleasure.

“Siiiimeon, so ein frecher junge. Ich möchte auf Ihrem schönen gesicht kommen,“ (Such a naughty boy. I want to come on your beautiful face) The growl was just what Simeon needed to hear, but he wanted the other man to come first. He grasped and tugged his balls, trying to postpone the inevitable.

“Je veux ta bite dure chaud dans mon cul, martèlement jusqu'à ce que je ne connais pas mon nom ce que vous voulez, oui vous voulez me le donner dur et rapide ouais? “

(I want your hot hard cock in my ass, pounding until I don’t know my own name. You want that, yeah? You want to give it to me hard and fast, yeah?)

Simeon heard the other man break, and from the sound of it, Bastian’s release was like a benediction, a blessing, as he climaxed from masturbating for the first time in months.

“Come“, Bastian’s post-coital huskiness smothered the command and Sim responded by hooking the fingers in his ass up to find the spongy, walnut-sized gland and massage rapidly, while his other hand tugged. He came with a strangled groan and then he sighed deeply into the phone, the afterglow making him feel bonelessly relaxed. Whoever designed hands-free phone software was a miracle worker! After a minute of listening to his own and Bastian‘s labored, heavy breathing, Simeon spoke,

“Can you sleep now?“

“Yeah, I think so. Thank you. Goodnight Simeon.“

The call ended swiftly. Simeon rolled out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. He wiped the cum from his chest and relieved himself. Sim observed the reflection in the bathroom mirror as he washed his hands. The young man in the mirror was glowing, and his eyes twinkled. There was something different about him, but Simeon couldn’t put his finger on it. He felt good, though, proud of what he‘d just done. He was satiated, but even better, he‘d helped Bastian climax, and the man would now sleep peacefully. It was a good thing.

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