By the Isar in Munich, Pt Two I tried to be nonchalant and look at his face a few times in between taking in his nipples and the tufts of hair in his pits and his pecs and stomach and navel and farther down. We were maybe two feet from each other and every detail of Niklas was clear in the high sun of the early afternoon. He had the tiniest blond hairs on his chest and biceps and stomach and even though he was pretty much...