Blessed, or perhaps cursed with an unearthly appearence, Alois' features are fine, dainty, and still so young. The pastel red which colours his bright, luminescent cheeks somewhat contrasts with his overall flawless and fair complexion.

His figure is graceful and harmonious, displaying finely chiseled muscles - especially well-defined (yet not overly bulging) pectorals which would show underneath his tight shirt, stretching the thin fabric - which draw elegant, even tantalizing lines at the surface of his lithe body, even though seeing him from behind, one might question the gender of such a slender silhouette, with straight, dirty blond hair cascading down his shoulder blades.

Whatever masculinity he might lack, his pretty plump and firm rear would compensate - in a sense. More striking would be the delicate shape of his legs, the perfection of which easily qualified as statuqesque.

As his grey-hued eyes would stare back at you, he might speak with a nightingale voice.

Should he be seen in the nude, indeed (or so one could say) his body is completely smooth, devoid of hair save on his legs (and arms).

He is unmistakably male when it comes to his pelvic area: there an average-lengthed and thin penis has pride of place on a rather modestly-sized sack, with enough foreskin to cover his whole glans even while semi-erected. Most of the time, he would carefully keep his manhood concealed and closely trapped in a tight and intricate G-string.

Finally, should one part his asscheeks, one would find out a deliciously tight but most certainly trained pucker, for a mere teasing, a mere finger slipped inside would suffice for the observer to guess how that hole could probably engulf endowments so large that even most "cunts" would struggle to sheathe them. Not that such a process would be painless for Alois' anatomy, though...

However, he constantly keeps his pucker lubricated with perfumed oil, causing the flesh and skin around it to glisten promisingly - promiscuously...