Knock, knock, knock!!!!
It repeated a little louder and David immediately jumped off his lover's lap. Rolling over his own feet, he began to get dressed.
Who could it be?
The possibilities were rather limited, because Gustav did not maintain relations with the local residents. So who? Felix Krauze? Gustav's father? David's father! Shit! Fuck! Or is it the police?
He felt an unpleasant rush. Whoever it was, he didn't want to be caught in a situation where his exposed manhood had traces of recently experienced pleasure on it. If that happened, he would die of shame.
Fuck! Shit! Fuck!
"Hello, Gustav! Can you hear me?" that voice... Julius?
Gustav and David looked at each other surprised. The former was zipping up his pants, the latter was just putting on his socks.
