Page 52 of Sweet Thing

Sim and Bast dressed in silence, firing glances of admiration at how the tight Lycra jogging pants clung to the landscape of their bodies.

Bastian laid the map on the dining table and pointed out the route. There was a walking trail through the woods that led to another lake. It would take an hour to hike but thirty to forty minutes running. He gave Simeon a small backpack with water, a towel, and some snacks. Bastian would carry an identical pack.

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For several weeks after the accident that killed his father and Mattieus, the cabin had been a secret hideout to escape from the media. So Bastian led the way into the trees, following the trail he had run many times before.

The woodland was abundant with sunlit foliage. Simeon listened to the birdsong and inhaled the earthy scents in the air. His heart swelled. Apart from running, Simeon never considered he was an outdoorsy person. In the circus that was his old life, he was too busy clubbing, fucking, or shopping to even consider a break out in the wilds of nature. He would never have thought a weekend basking in the woods could make him feel so renewed.

Seeing the smooth, well-worn track ahead, Simeon decided it was time his lover chased his tail. He increased his long-legged stride and was soon increasing the distance from Bastian.

Bastian was more than happy to let Simeon run ahead. He was on his ass like a hunting dog, his jaw tight as he watched slender corded thighs and pert bottom in motion—the black Lycra running pants leaving nothing to the imagination.

Bastian could see glimpses of his lover through the trees. He was amazed and turned-on by Simeon’s stamina. The younger man was focused and determined. He did not stop for a breath. After forty minutes Bastian broke through the foliage to see the sunlit aquamarine-tinted lake ahead. He paused, folded his body, and placed his hands on his knees as he struggled for breath. After a moment, he righted himself and then stooped to lay his backpack on the ground, retrieving his bottle of water. Bastian removed the bottle top, stood, and gulped the welcome cool liquid. He took a sidelong glance over to Simeon who was on the short wooden pier that sat on the edge of the lake.

Simeon kicked off his trainers, and as he walked the length of the pier, he hopped and drew off the sweaty socks. Next, his track pants were shucked down, and he stepped out of them. The globes of his pale white ass were displayed provocatively. At the end of the pier, Simeon paused, he turned to meet Bastian’s fascinated stare and remove the hoodie and vest tee. He stood, naked and effortlessly alluring. Simeon pinned his lover with a flirtatious gaze before swan diving off the edge of the pier.

The impromptu striptease was a ball ache. Bastian spat out the mouthful of water he had been holding in, coughed, and stood nearly boneless with desire and exhaustion. His predatory masculine core was twitching to life once again. Simeon Duchamp had the most healing, aphrodisiac effect on him, heart and soul.

Bastian screwed the top back on the bottle and dropped it in his bag. He staggered to the pier, stripping garments off in much the same way as Simeon had, tossing them aside with wild abandon. He saw his lover in the water on the right side of the pier, holding on to one of the struts. He was floating on his belly. Sim’s dark hair was now wet and swept back, making stark his androgynous features. From that bone structure, he really could have been a woman, and reminded Bast of a water nymph from some pre-Raphaelite fairy tale illustration. Simeon’s ass gently breached the surface, and the cheeks bobbed. Bastian salivated at the sight.

Simeon was delighted by Bastian’s response. “Das Wasser ist gut, Kommen.“ With the right visual stimulation, a little fun and a lighter heart, Bastian could get an erection without a problem. Simeon was on a mission. He would not stop his sinful seduction until he’d dragged an orgasm from the man. Simeon observed the blond with an impressive hard-on swaggering down the pier to join him. He ducked and disappeared under the surface as the older man strolled closer. Sim breached the surface several meters from the pier.

“You want it; you come get it!” he hollered a challenge.

Bastian gave a wicked smirk. He wanted, and he would get what he wanted. Bast turned and walked away back down the pier, feeling the burn of Simeon’s gaze on his ass. Then he turned and gave a wide triumphant grin. He sprinted and bombed into the lake with a whooping, freeing roar, creating a huge splash. Bastian was an equally strong swimmer and immersed himself, opening his eyes to spy a pair of slender legs through the murky water. He swam toward Simeon grabbing him around the waist, both of them coming up for air and breaching the surface with a mighty splash.

The men wrestled and tickled one another, to end up with Simeon’s legs wrapped over Bastian’s shoulders, his ankles locked together at the back. Sim lay back and floated, his slender prick standing proud.

Bastian’s hands ran the length of Sim’s glistening wet body, in awe of his siren beauty. He kissed up Simeon’s inner thigh to then lay a kiss on Sim’s swollen glans. He looked up and met Simeon’s lust-filled eyes.

“Do it!” Simeon challenged.

Then, taking Sim’s cock in hand; Bastian directed it between his willing lips.

Simeon’s arms splayed wide as he floated in surrender. He opened his eyes to the clear blue sky, the spiraling desire of the blowjob shattering all thought once more. Time seemed to stretch as he enjoyed his first blow job from his new boyfriend. My boyfriend. It felt strange and wonderful to be exclusive with Bastian. He wanted to explore and play with Bastian, and being blown while skinny dipping in a lake was the kind of play he could get used to.

Childish giggles danced to the gentle sounds of Bastian’s ravenous humming and Simeon’s appreciative moans. Sim looked to the left to see two small children, a boy, and a girl around six or seven years old on the far right bank of the lake. They were looking at the strange men bobbing in the water, and giggling innocently. Simeon unlocked his legs, drew his knees up, and pushed Bastian away with his feet.

Bastian shot back a meter in the water. He was outraged for a second until he, too, heard the children. The men shared knowing looks of discomfort. A middle-aged man shouldering a large rucksack, and a woman with a baby strapped to her chest broke through the trees calling to their children. The man offered a friendly greeting to Sim and Bastian, who jovially returned the wave. The couple moved off, corralling their children to follow the path that Simeon and Bastian had taken to get to the lake.

When they were out of sight, the men swam into one another’s embrace and began to laugh.

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