Karl immediately and involuntarily let his eyes sweep from the youth’s head to his toes, pausing briefly when they reached his midsection. He blushed. “No, you don’t.”
The phone rang. Karl jumped. Antonio walked to the device and stared at it. As he did, he turned his back to Karl, who was holding his breath at the sight of the shapely backside.
“Why is this ringing?” Antonio asked innocently.
“Someone is calling,” Karl offered in way of explanation and walked toward the phone that was on the bedside stand between the two beds, surprised at the youth’s ignorance.
In order to reach it, he had to pass Antonio, who obligingly turned sideways. As Karl sidled past him, he brushed against the man’s flaccid penis. Karl felt a jolt of electricity course through his body. He froze and looked up into the face that smiled down on him.
“It is still ringing,” Antonio said.
“Oh. Oh, yeah.” Picking up the receiver, Karl said, “Hello?”