Ah, Richie Douglas.
I’d not seen any of his matches, but I had become very aware of his existence.
That’s pretty much the image that comes to mind when one thinks, pretty boy, isn’t it? Look at that smile. The teeth all perfect and shiny white, the smile lighting up the entire face, and those eyes. Those gorgeous, beautiful, sloe-eyes.
I’ve always been a fan of strong, thick,muscular legs; but my favorite facial feature has always been eyes. I don’t know anything about that whole “window to the soul” thing; I’ve known too many guys who were total and complete asswipes who also happened to have beautiful eyes; but when someone has beautiful eyes, I always take notice. Richie has beautiful eyes; large and round and brown and faun-like; heavy-lidded like a Byzantine saint rendered in mosaic tile in the Hagia Sophia. The strong jawline, the dimple in his chin, the big smile and the twinkle in those oh-so-beautiful eyes, the impertinent nose…yes, our Richie is quite the beauty.
The body is also equally lovely. Those beautifully synchronized abdominals; the defined obliques, the deep armpits with the moist dark hair, the cleft between his nicely shaped pectorals, the little blue veins just beneath the skin of his triceps and biceps.
And that ass. That bountiful round, perfectly shaped, hard, firm, beautiful ass. This might be my favorite picture of him; that come-hither smile, that knowing look: my ass is beautiful, isn’t it? Don’t you want to smack it, touch it, bury your face into it?
This shot, not posed, simply a candid shot of him during a match; evidence of the fight showing in red marks on his porcelain skin where he has taken hits, the blur of his hands because they are in motion, the rising sneer on his lips as he is about to respond to something his opponent has said; the beautiful lines on either side of his lower abs where he is legs connect to his torso, running down into the shiny golden trunks.
Ah, yes, Richie.
A match with Calvin Haynes was definitely something I needed to watch.