Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping
his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a
smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it.
Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside
his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead.
At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his
hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his
ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau-
dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning,
“Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?”

Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his
balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this
at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus;
even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds
at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.