Jeremy leaned in towards me slowly now, his large masculine hand on the back of my head just edging me closer. I was anxious, flustered just knowing what was about to happen. Closer and closer we came until I could take it no more and threw my lips towards his, they collided. His delicate lips coupled with that furry moustache now tickling my upper lip. We held that pose for what felt like a lifetime, until his lips spread apart and his tongue emerged, it pressed itself against my lips soaking them with his saliva. I parted mine to allow access, just enough space for it to wiggle through, only to block it with my own. Our tongues were dancing round each other, like there was a rhythm to it. They held up close then parted then hugged in close again, all happening inside my mouth.
I started leaning back onto the bed, lifting dear Jeremy on with me. He was on top of me now, firmly pressed against my body, his hands were on the move feeling down me while mine were still firmly grasped around his back. I moaned when he slipped his hands under my shirt and I felt him smile, his lips firmly pressed to mine. He sat up to lift off his shirt, and I did the same. In a moment of pure passion I took Jeremy and rolled him onto the bed, pressing against his body with my rippling muscles. I put my hand on his cheek and he looked me right in the eye as he spoke "Oh Klaus, it's not like you to take control like this." I blushed as he told me this, it's true I thought but this just seemed right and I started to run my hand up Jeremy's leg.