Karen Carpenter describes Alex Waters' butt the best. Sing along with us: "On the day his ass was born the angels dropped from heaven, and decided to create a dream come true." The new Bel Ami American exclusive has a rear so achingly gorgeous, so flawlessly firm, so adorably round, so temptingly tasty, that every artery in our heart is breaking in a million tiny places. The only remedy is for him to give us a live sampling. Is there a doctor in the house?
Alex's new photoshoot on BelAmiOnline.com has a cornucopia of cornhole. The camera worships that ass from heaven. We'd love to kneel down to pay our respects, too. There were some peen and torso shots tossed in, but since we're 'bout the butt, let's dive in deeper.
· Pin-up: Alex Waters (belamionline.com)
The view from behind as he invites you closer is more devilish than godly.
Up close while standing makes us realize that, even though there are bubblier butts out there, the orbs of a twink have their own hypnotic draw.
Alex is lying down. We're getting to business now. The perfect upward curves from a long lean body are artistic perfection.
A closer look and we wanna reach in and spank.
The view from behind, the perfect lines of his crack and where his thighs meet his cheeks form an arrow directing us to the Pearly Gates.
Our first glimpse in. *Gasp!* We're—(heart palpitation)—breath—(handshaking)—less. It's color tone is perfectly even. It's a baby rosebud, not yet blooming, morning fresh in anticipation of spreading to full glory. That's not golden ass hair, that's the heavenly dust left from the wings of the angels.
Now the bud's in full bloom. The wings are fully spread. Pick your metaphor because we can't. As he lifts up to show us his hole in all it's glory, with his pretty balls hanging fetchingly below, we know we have died and this ass is called St. Peter. If only the computer screen had a Fleshjack-style hole. There's nothing left to do but fuck that butt.