Starting from a perfectly ordinary (though very handsome) cock in its soft state, his lovers would begin to stir the beast into life - which happened very quickly - and after half a minute or so of gentle stimulation would find themselves with a veritable hosepipe on (or in) their hands, surmounted by a length of foreskin even when fully hard. Very proud of that erection, was Malcolm. Taking stock of his situation, he realised that he was lying on his back, having thrown off all the covers, and smiled to himself as he noticed that, as usual when he awoke, he had an enormous erection. It was so black he could almost feel the atmosphere round him, and wondered for a moment if that could have woken him. All around him was blackness - the deep impenetrable blackness of a moonless, starless night in a room with its heavy opaque curtains drawn. Malcolm woke with a terrible start, convinced that something had touched him.