Page 56 of Sweet Thing

CHAPTER27

Over the wall we go

Bastian prized himself up, ungluing his flesh from the sticky mess between his and Simeon’s bodies, and then sat on the edge of the couch. Simeon lay spent and listless, but he wore a huge satisfied smile on his face. Bastian gazed down at the younger man and drank in the sight of him. Simeon lay there like a Japanese Yaoi porn character made flesh. He had long sensual limbs with a sprinkling of dark hair trailing from his navel down to a well-trimmed nest of pubes. There was a little hair at his armpits, but other than that, Sim’s chest was hairless, slender, lean, and toned. It was a relief to see that he was far from the starving waif Bastian had seen in the photos of three years before.

Bastian had achieved a stunning orgasm with a living, breathing man. Overcome by a rush of giddy happiness, Bastian felt energized. He wanted to drag Simeon from the couch and Foxtrot around the cabin like an old Hollywood couple. “God Sim, you are so beautiful,” he exclaimed, awestruck. He was sure that, being a male model, Simeon had heard those words a million times, but he hoped that they would mean something, coming from him.

Simeon’s lips were blushed a deep rosy pink hue, and his cheeks and chest appeared sex-flushed. He lay there, toying with the bar through his left nipple. Simeon didn’t respond verbally to Bastian’s words of adoration, he just stared at his lover and smiled, self-satisfied. The nipple play was making him hard again, as was the look of awe and desire on Bastian’s face.

Simeon had succeeded at his first task. He’d helped break down the mental wall that prevented Bastian from letting go and enjoying physical closeness with another living, breathing man. It was quite a milestone after Bastian had suffered nearly two years of impotence. The look in Bastian’s eyes and the sounds he made when he reached his peak were exquisite. They tangled Simeon’s insides into all kinds of complicated knots. For a few minutes after they had both climaxed, Simeon clung onto Bastian as if he was far too precious to let slip away. And Simeon was starting to believe that he was. Sim had been so used to just rolling over, or slumping in bed and falling asleep after fucking. It was thrilling to feel so close to a man after sex.

“I really wanna fuck you,” Simeon announced, his French accent seductive and husky.

Bastian’s whole body thrummed at hearing those words. The sheer animal delight of not only feeling the attraction but being capable of acting instinctively on his desire again was a wonder. The self-doubts that plagued him and the inner voice telling him he was cheating on Mattieus were gone. Bast knew he’d stopped living when Mattieus passed away. He’d been a walking ghost of a man. But now it was time to accept Matti was gone. Simeon was here, alive, adorable, and hungry for his ass. How could Bastian resist? “I really wanna fuck you too!” Bast offered a mysterious smile and then, with a suggestive wag of his brows, he left the couch and strode decisively into the bedroom.

After a few minutes of frustration, where Simeon heard running water, the toilet flushing, and then the rustle of a plastic carrier bag, Bastian returned with items in his hand and a huge grin on his face.

“I want to use these with you. I haven’t had a real dick in my ass for like… six years, so I gotta take it slow.” In one hand he held a pair of butt plugs, one red, the other black, and in his other hand, condoms, and lube.

Simeon let out a filthy laugh and then jumped upfrom the couch “Oh yeah baby, now we’re talkin’. I love using butt plugs.”

“Can I ask a question?” Bastian said, serious for a moment.

“Sure,” Sim purred. He stepped up and wrapped his arms around Bastian’s neck.

“Can I… um… spank you? Please?” Bastian begged.

While the thought of a little spanking surprisingly turned Simeon on, he was unsure about the request. What would he do if Bastian got carried away again? They were in the middle of nowhere, and no one would hear him scream. Was that the devilish point of taking Sim to a secluded cabin in the woods?

Bastian noted Simeon’s hesitation. “It was a stupid thing to say, forgive me. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No… it’s not that. I …um… let’s make a deal yeah? You can spank me if I can spank you. Two slaps on each cheek, and no more.”

“Okay, that’s a deal.” Bastian grinned with relief.

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With the lubed black butt plug inserted into Bastian’s ass, he felt the curious fullness he had always enjoyed about anal sex. He sat back on the soft pillows of the couch and like a good boy, Simeon crawled over Bastian’s legs and lowered himself, so he lay submissively on top of muscular thighs, his bare ass in the air.

Bastian marveled as his fingers traveled smoothly over the length of Simeon’s willowy porcelain form, laid out in front of him like an instrument he longed to play. He wondered what sounds he would make. Secretly, Bast wanted to see Sim’s ass cheeks glow like rosy apples again, but with the bruises his spanking left the previous time, he knew he could never do that again. If he was getting only four slaps he would use them wisely.

Lying prone over Bastian’s lap did something to Simeon’s insides. They fizzed and twisted as his desire sought an outlet. With his cock wedged between the pulsing clench of Bastian’s thighs, he felt vulnerable and oh-so-turned-on.

Bastian grabbed the red butt plug and then lube. He spread the clear viscous gel on the silicone and then teased around Simeon’s waxed butthole, toying with the pink pucker for a while, then stretching Simeon with two parted fingers, and easing the plug inside. It slid in, and Bastian’s heart sped up at hearing the pleasured whimper from his French boy.

“I have such a greedy ass,” Sim laughed.

“You do, it just gobbled it up.”

“I haven’t been topped in like, ages,” Simeon admitted, pushing his ass back like a horny alley cat, allowing Bast to twist the plug, remove it, and then plunge it deeper into his willing body.

When the sex toy was seated in Sim’s ass, the flared base sticking out, Bastian delivered his first flat palm slap to Simeon’s right cheek. Sim’s whole body stiffened with the burn of the pain, and then he melted over Bastian’s thighs. A red hand print was clearly visible. Bast rested his face against burning skin. He rubbed, kissed, bit, and licked as Simeon writhed and moaned. The second slap made Sim rigid again, and Bast laved and kissed the sensitive flesh again like he was snuggling down on his favorite pillow.

The dualities of pleasure and pain excited Simeon and the hot man delivering both with such consideration made his blood burn like liquid lava. He could feel Bastian’s cock filling and hardening against his hip as he squirmed on his lover’s lap, and he got a burst of deep satisfaction knowing that his lover was getting hard again so quickly. There was definitely nothing wrong with Bastian’s plumbing, and the psychological wall he had built to prevent himself from having feelings was crumbling—and it was Simeon making it happen.

The next two slaps happened consecutively without warning, one on each cheek and, as Sim rode the pain, Bastian started to work the slick butt plug in his ass. The delicious mingling of sensations nearly broke him; his balls were desperate to spill their hot seed between Bastian’s thighs. Simeon took a breath deep into his diaphragm and thought of things that disgusted him to prevent the orgasm taking hold.

“Gahh’d baby. I’m gonna blow if you keep that up. You’ve had your four spanks; now it’s my turn.” Simeon pushed himself up onto his hands and knees then turned to Bastian to see his lust-glazed eyes. Sim shivered with arousal. He leaned in and gave Bastian a chaste peck on the lips then slapped his thigh. “On your knees, I wanna fuck that ass,” he instructed.

“Sure. By the way, just so you know. That was one slap, you have three left”, Bast said delightedly.

“No fair!” Simeon protested with a laugh. All of the blood in his body had rushed down to inflame his cock and balls, and his limbs felt weak when he tried to stand.

Bastian knelt on the couch with his ass sticking out. Before he could take a breath, Simeon was at his back, wrapped and lubed, ready for action. Sim leaned in and laid tender kisses on the Bowie-lyrics tattoo that turned Bastian’s muscled back into a work of art.

“Boys,” Simeon sang lightly, his fingers ranged seductively over Bastian’s skin, lulling him into a false sense of security.

“Boys,” Bastian’s taut muscles relaxed with the tickling sensations from Simeon’s nimble fingers. He bowed his head and laid his brow on the couch.

“It’s a sweet thing,” Sim sang tunefully and delivered firm slaps to Bastian’s bottom, first left cheek, then right. Bast’s head lifted as he cried out and groaned in pain. The sound made Simeon’s balls throb. He ran his fingertips over the smarting skin where he could see his hand prints appearing. He needed to split those cheeks apart and bury himself inside his lover. It was his birthday after all, and this was the best gift ever!

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