Jeremiah stripped out of his suit and brushed his teeth quickly, along with a dose of mouthwash. He giggled and wondered at the schoolboy nature of his anticipation. What was it about Ethan that caused his stomach to lurch and his c**k to harden when they shook hands? He was far more experienced than Ethan—or so he surmised since he had his first s****l experience at fourteen and never so much as looked back.
Certainly, in recent years, he’d become more discerning in choosing partners, but Ethan gave off a freshness of not really virginal but certainly—what was the word? Lord, the man had muddled his brain like few others. He wanted Ethan, that was clear in his head, but his body responded almost without Jeremiah being conscious of the thought. And that was a new experience.
He stood in
