WARNING: This chapter contains content that is a bit more disturbing. Readers discretion adviced.
Julius turned to face the man and began to undress. He was wearing the same undershirt and pants as Gustav. He knew the man had seen him naked before, but that had been at night, in rush, when he had snatched him out of bed in the bedroom. Now it was daytime.
Normally, nudity was not embarrassing to him. Julius was a liberated man. He had several lovers in his life so many men saw him without clothes. And even without that, he believed that the human body was not something to be ashamed of. Everyone had some. He wasn't an exhibitionist, he didn't go to nudist beaches, but the body and nudity were natural to him, not shameful.
Now, however, when he was going to take off his briefs he felt strangely embarrassed.
Really? An experienced guy like him? A liberated guy like him?
