I fall in lust several times a day. Truly, I believe the world is populated with gorgeous objects of hunky beauty around every corner. Maybe I’m just easy to please, but I think it’s healthy to swoon on a daily basis. A shirtless rollerblade boy did it to me yesterday at the park. I saw him coming down the path from a ways, so I got to savor the view for a while as he approached. He was black, sweat-soaked (you KNOW how I love that), with thick, round pecs, a flat stomach, and long, defined quads pumping as he chugged along with his i-pod providing his own personal sound track for the world.
I’ve already been swooning again, waking up to this sight this morning. In my never ending browse for beauty, I came across Allen Clippinger as I was surfing the net. Allen immediately made my heart race, my jaw drop, and my eyes water just a little (probably from trying not to blink).
I’ve never heard of Allen, but his gorgeousness has well populated several corners of the web already. Model Mayhem suggests that he’s 26 years old and hailing from Miami, originally a Cali boy. He’s apparently been banking on that stunning body and riveting face for a several years, including some early features with Abercrombie & Fitch in 2006.
DJ with Stunning Men Who Grace This Earth has all the skinny on stunning Allen. He was a Navy boy, which brings to mind a boatload of junior high “seamen” jokes that I’ll spare you. I will say, though, that the first great love of my life was a Navy midshipman, and I always remain partial to beautiful men in that branch of the armed forces.
He has a twin hunk with whom he’s modeled. They have the bare bones of their own website, with a lot of provocative, dead-linked title pages. It will be a crime against humanity if they don’t finish off the content under the link “Battle of the Twins.”
Allen’s ass is simply everywhere, and I’m so entirely supportive of that. Like every inch of him, Allen’s ass is gorgeous and gracefully proportioned. He’s simply a genetic lottery-winner for which I’m both envious and worshipfully awestruck.
His interview with Covermen Mag fills in just enough details to make my imagination run away with me. Allen says he’s up for nudity (obviously), depending on the situation/job and as long as it advances his career. Surely, there are career advancing photo shoot opportunities ready to be had for this man’s glutes. Tragically, he hopes to go back into the Navy in the officer track, which would be a miserable waste of six pack abs.
It’s at times like this that I second-guess the applicant pool in the Secretarial Pool auditions in my wrestling fiction. With a little military combat training and the delightful twin gimmick to throw into the mix, I think Allen would make a devastating addition to the Producer’s Ring. I wouldn’t be surprised to discover a little 2-for-1 gemini performances showing up in my wrestling imagination in the near future. In the meantime, Allen Clippinger is already starring in a homoerotic fantasy playing presently in my mind.
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