In all honesty, I’m not sure when precisely I became aware of Kirk Donahue.
I think it was when he was one of the nominees for Best Butt in the annual BGEast fan awards, and Bard commented on his blog that he didn’t quite understand why that was the case.
I can see why, frankly. Bard later watched one of Kirk’s matches and ate his words and publicly apologized for questioning the bounty that is Kirk’s butt. (And in all seriousness, I know the eye is immediately drawn to the ass in the above picture. But look up at his shoulders, in the reflection caught by the mirror. That’s equally impressive.)
His torso and arms are also quite delectable, and then there’s the bulge. It’s quite, as they say, ample.
Yes, he is rather fine. Adorable, too, with that enormous, infectious boyish grin and those freckles. He even has them on his pecs and arms.
But like so many adorable boys before him, despite the sexy body and the handsome face, the fate of beautiful boys like Kirk Donahue at BGEast–well, he’s going to be fresh, bloody meat served up to the brutal beasts who drool at the site of such symmetrical perfection, thinking about the pain they can inflict, to see if he also is beautiful as he suffers….
(to be continued)