As the early morning light pierced the sheer
curtains, Karl sat propped with pillows against the headboard.
Tonio lay with an arm and leg draped over Karl’s body, his head
snuggled against his chest. Karl played with the soft, black curls
on his lover’s head with one hand and with his other gently stroked
Tonio’s forearm. He closed his eyes and let happiness fill his
being.
Too good to be true, too impossible to
believe, he thought. But the reality of touching the man’s body
and the soft sensation of his breath on his chest testified to the
fact that what was happening was indeed true and needed to be
believed.
The phone rang. Tonio stirred and raised his
face to look at Karl. “Good morning,” he said in a husky, sleep
filled voice that made Karl’s p***s twitch and his balls
