5 friends from California. The front man being Alec ******* Mann. Chiseled from the gods. Pretty. Oh so ******* pretty. He had olive skin stretched over long and lean muscle and then covered in tattoos. His " I don't care hair" was wavy with hints of sand mixed with hues of medium brown. His eyes slanted slightly downward and were of an almond shape. The irises a deep honey brown; though later I realize can change. His cheek bones were a gift to him from a close native American bloodline. I cant say enough to do his mouth justice. Wide. I still cant look at it too long without getting soak and wet. He wasn't the type of man that should be real. But, he was real enough. Real on screen, real in articles and interviews , real in the fantasies of many, and eventually very real to me.
An excerpt from a novel in progress.