so that Ian could feel Jeremy beginning to harden.  He reached back and pulled Jeremy’s ass even closer into him.  Ian could almost picture what it looked like from what he could feel against him.

Ian began to moan as Jeremy took his time, running his hands down Ian’s body, enjoying his chest hair with his fingers and tracing the little trail down his belly.  When Jeremy hands reached Ian’s pants, instead of slipping directly in them Jeremy’s hands flattened out and slid slowly as far down as he could reach, coming to rest on each of his thighs.  He gently pushed his fingers inside Ian’s thighs and ran them upwards, gently cupping him with both hands.

Jeremy groaned as he kneed the slowly growing mound in Ian’s jeans.  Ian slowly turned himself around without breaking free, so he was finally face to face with the man that was caressing his body and making him feel so good.  Ian looked deeply into Jeremy’s eyes and smiled, bringing his hands up to each side of his face.  He held his head in his hands for a moment and then kissed him, gently, just his lips.

Jeremy kissed him back, parting his lips just a little, just enough so that with the next kiss Ian could taste his sweet tongue.  As the kisses became deeper, Ian reached down and Jeremy allowed him to pull his shirt over his head.  They came back together quickly but softly, naked chest to naked chest, Jeremy’s tightly defined pecs rubbing against Ian’s.   

Jeremy loved the feel of Ian’s chest hair against his own smooth chest.  It wasn’t as developed as his, but still hard, well taken care of and that perfect amount of black hair excited him.  Jeremy could feel Ian slip his hands down the back of Jeremy’s slacks and squeeze, then slipping out and finding their way to that spot where his legs joined his ass.  

Jeremy couldn’t wait to have Ian take him, but it wanted to take his time, let Ian find his way there if that’s what he wanted.  All Jeremy cared about at this moment in time was feeling Ian’s naked body against him, and knowing that he was giving him pleasure.  He didn’t often care if the man he was having sex with had pleasure or not, it was just about his getting off.  This was different, and he knew it.  It scared him, but it thrilled him even more.

Ian found himself wanting to touch more and more.  He had never really felt free enough or safe enough to just take total control, even all the times when he was with Clair.  And the three encounters he’d had with men seemed fantastical and unrealistic.  This time, with Jeremy, he felt safe enough to just explore, to kiss what he wanted, to touch what he wanted and to give and receive pleasure.   

What he wanted right now was Jeremy, a man.  He could feel already feel him throbbing against him.  He had never felt anyone so turned on by him before; to Ian’s surprise it made him feel safe, not dirty.  It made him feel confident, not strange, and above all, for some reason, it finally took a man to make him feel like a man.

Ian reached down and felt Jeremy’s cock.  He rubbed his hand up and down the length of it.  Jeremy looked in his eyes and smiled, and reached to take Ian’s in his hands.  They stood there stroking