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Blurb
French male model Simeon Duchamp has a lot of explaining to do.
Two years after a breakdown Simeon is off drugs and booze and
wants to stay that way.
On his road to reclaiming his life and modeling career, Sim first needs to apologize to the man he hurt the most -his ex-best friend and object of his unrequited affection Pieter Bayer. Pieter now has a long-term partner, artist Emily Raven, with whom he shares a baby son. Sim is amazed when Pieter accepts his apology, and invites him into his family.
Closeness to Pieter sees Simeon's longing for his friend is rekindled. But then, when Simeon meets an attractive older man, Bastian Roth at an Art Exhibition, he realizes that there is a soul more broken than his, and Simeon feels compelled to help. Simeon's connection with the troubled Bastian Roth turns his world upside down. He has to decide whether to allow himself to fall for the man who wants him or pine for the man he can never have.
On his road to reclaiming his life and modeling career, Sim first needs to apologize to the man he hurt the most -his ex-best friend and object of his unrequited affection Pieter Bayer. Pieter now has a long-term partner, artist Emily Raven, with whom he shares a baby son. Sim is amazed when Pieter accepts his apology, and invites him into his family.
Closeness to Pieter sees Simeon's longing for his friend is rekindled. But then, when Simeon meets an attractive older man, Bastian Roth at an Art Exhibition, he realizes that there is a soul more broken than his, and Simeon feels compelled to help. Simeon's connection with the troubled Bastian Roth turns his world upside down. He has to decide whether to allow himself to fall for the man who wants him or pine for the man he can never have.
***THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE***
Please note: This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex. (Yay!)
Please note: This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex. (Yay!)
Excerpt
After
three months as a patient at the Phoenix
Clinic, the mask Simeon had worn of hedonistic, outrageous model dissolved
with the drugs and alcohol that were purged
from his system. His camp, party boy
façade hid a quieter, more introspective, sensitive young man—a man who felt
everything too keenly, loved too deeply
and could not cope with the pain of loss and rejection.
Sober
for the first time since his late teens, Simeon was as fragile as a fledgling,
bewildered by the colors, scents, and sounds of the big wide world. He was unsure who the man that returned his
stare in the bathroom mirror was. Who
was Simeon Duchamp without his mask, without the crutches of alcohol and drugs
to give him the confidence to get through
each day?
A
gentle knock on the bedroom door startled Simeon from his introspection. He looked away from the window toward the
door to see his favorite young male
nurse, Karl poke his head in.
“Your
last session with Dr. Schroeder is in
twenty minutes”, he informed. ”One for
the road?” Karl’s brows waggled provocatively. Simeon’s lips slid to a salacious smile.
“Lock
the door.” he directed, swiftly moving to the bed. Karl stepped into the room and as instructed
he locked the door. Simeon began by
removing his t-shirt and then unbuttoning and sliding out of his jeans. Karl kicked his soft soled white Croc clogs
off, and the thin nurse’s uniform of white
trousers and tunic shirt were discarded
in seconds. Simeon stood, his eyes
appraising the slender, boyish form of
the twenty-eight-year-old nurse. Karl had offered a pleasing aside from the
trauma of therapy. He was Simeon’s
type—blonde, blue-eyed, eager to please,
and deliciously well-hung. Karl
approached and pulled Simeon into a deep,
messy kiss.
At
six foot, Simeon was taller than Karl’s five-foot-six, but what Karl lacked in
height, he certainly made up for with his cock.
Simeon longed to devour all ten inches one last time before he left the
clinic. He
ran his fingers through short-cropped blonde hair, his hard-on brushing
urgently against Karl’s. He then dragged
the naked nurse to lie prone on the hospital bed. Karl chuckled throatily. Simeon clambered onto the bed, and long,
willowy legs straddled his conquest so
they were in the sixty-nine position, the head of his own erection directed at Karl’s willing mouth.
Sim
took the man’s thickened, stout, uncut cock in hand and stroked, retracting the
sheath of gossamer foreskin over the engorged head, and marveling at why Mother
Nature had seen fit to bestow such a monster cock on such a slight man. He smiled to himself and then directed the
plump glans between his parted wet lips.
As much as Simeon would have loved to make a meal out of it, there was
no time to play. Simeon hummed with
satisfaction, taking Karl down into his throat, the cock filling him to near gagging point. Sim drew off, relaxed his muscles, and went
back for more, working the cock between his lips like a porn star. His self-esteem
may have hit rock bottom, but with a
dick in his mouth, there was at least one
thing Simeon was sure he was still good at!
Karl
offered preparatory licks and kisses to Simeon’s shaft before opening his warm, pliant mouth and swallowing him
down. The two young men writhed and
rocked on the hospital bed, hands caressing desperately.
Simeon
was enjoying the suction Karl’s mouth offered;
his eyes rolled back in his head with the pleasure of being sucked and
sucking in syncopation. Simeon paused
and used some of the saliva dribbling from his mouth to moisten his
fingers. Slowly, Sim eased a wet finger
into Karl’s asshole and hooked up seeking his prostate. The young man beneath him bucked and moaned,
thrusting up into Simeon’s mouth, while nearly gagging on Sim’s cock.
When
he had regained his faculties, Karl mirrored Sim’s action, giving Simeon the
same intimate attention with his probing fingers.
They
both pressed into each other's holes, and
their hips matched an undulating rhythm.
Fingers massaged deep inside, drawing mutual fevered moans of pleasure. Simeon almost forgot he was still officially
a patient in a Rehab Clinic until minutes later, when he and Karl spilled in
warm bitter pulses down each other’s throats.
After
a moment to catch their breaths, and final sensual kisses of thanks, both men
dressed hurriedly.
“I
cannot not be absent for too long. I
told the head nurse I was going for a bathroom break.” Karl admitted. He made to leave the room, pausing only to
blow a kiss to the effette young man with
long dark hair sitting on the disheveled
bed, licking the last of Karl’s spill from his lips.
Ten
minutes later Karl returned. “Dr.
Schroeder is ready for you now Mr.
Duchamp, and your car has arrived.” He
announced formally.
“Thank
you, Karl;
I’ll be out in a minute,” Simeon
replied his soft camp French timbre sounding a little breathless as he rushed
around packing the last of his belongings.
Karl nodded.
“And
thank you for all of your… assistance during my stay Karl”,
Sim added with a mischievous flash of his
eyes and a grin.
“I
wish you all the best with your continued recovery,
Mr. Duchamp.” Karl quirked a knowing
smile and blew a kiss before closing the door.
Author Bio
Born in Germany, Isobel Starling spent most of her
twenty-year professional career making art in Ireland. She relocated
to the UK and, faced with the dreaded artist’s creative block, Isobel started
to write and found she loved writing more than making art.
Isobel is currently working on her
fifteenth book. The Shatterproof Bond series
is an Amazon Gay Romance bestseller and is being translated into
French with Juno Publications, German with Deadsoft Verlag, and Italian with
Quixote Edizioni. The series is also available as audiobooks,
narrated by Gary Furlong.
“Fall Together” and “Sweet Thing” will be translated
into French by Rienes- Beaux Publishing.
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