The form of his member was more or less clear depending on his mobile and capricious bending movements; he was showing more and more of this intimate receptacle. The black shadow, curly, was growing, undulating, independent of the whiteness that surrounded it, that interrogated it.
Finally, little by little, in small movements, almost as if oiled, his briefs fell down, were set free from his crotch and his thighs and, when this Adonis finally revealed his member, when it was finally in the open, free, offered up to me, directed by the light, when he opened his legs while bending backwards, his arms and the tips of his fingers reaching to the floor, ready to take off for a supreme flight, I realized that I wanted him.