G... was now wearing just his briefs, he was rocking slightly, first with his back to me, then facing me, gently touching his thighs, his buttocks, his lower abdomen, pretending to take off that which stopped his revelation from being complete.
Then his briefs slightly revealed his buttocks, just the top of his buttocks, or rather the curve of the small of his back. His hands seemed to hesitate, climbed again to the base of his neck, towards his shoulders that he caressed before going down again to his hips. The briefs fell a little lower.
The music unfurled in convolutions suddenly loaded with significant meaning. G... illustrated it by giving to the music its sacred and sensual function.
His hands crept between the forms hidden by the unwelcome piece of cloth which would eventually have to disappear. The bulging skin was becoming clearer, surrounded by his nudity that was increasing little by little as the protective envelope was opening.
All of a sudden, his buttocks popped out, very white, exaggeratedly curved and saturated by the light, dazzling with light.
He directed them towards me, gently bent forward, then slowly turned around on the spot. His gestures which had appeared to be hesitant, started to become more definite, and were making him look like the master of his craft.
A kind of black moss appeared a couple of inches below his bellybutton, who knows how it had washed up on this rock that was his body? It seemed to grow with each breath, with each movement. I couldn’t take my eyes of it, it fascinated me. He was in front of me, his skin trembling, his briefs, slightly lowered, were molded around his lower abdomen. G... spread his legs, arched his back in order to give to his movements their full power, and to emphasize a nascent secret, dark, lost in mystery and shadow.