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02 September 2010
onderfulment. His muscles are pure wonderfulment.
I'm only 99% sure this is Pedro What's Hisname. Although he seems to be packin' a tad more beef than I remember on ol' Pedro (or is it Dan?).
If you're Logged In, CLICK HERE to see this guy (whoever he is) at his orgasmic best. Would that I could be on the giving end of THAT encounter!
In other news...
I've been busy. And, unfortunately once the approaching three-day weekend has run its course, I anticipate even more business. (Busy-ness?) [Can you believe it was a whole year ago when we had our first-ever (and so far, only) Three-Day-Weekend-A-Thon? Wow!]
So, in the inimitable words of the late Paul Harvey (the radio guy, not the bodybuilder), if I am absent from some of these broadcasts... you'll know why. Will try and be real good about being here. The future is (always) unknown.
Oh, and tomorrow night (Spacific Time) I'll be taking down the poll. Make sure you've taken it! >> Left Margin
01 September 2010
and a smile...
Do you remember that tag line?
If so, you're old enough to be viewing this website, thankyouverymuch. Have a nice day.
In other news, check out the new poll (in the left margin). It's totally random; I just thought it would be fun to know, since *I* have so way-too-many emails in MY InBox. I used to keep it absolutely clean. Yet in the past few months, I've been really busy, and I've fallen behind. So, please be honest-- let me know! :)
31 August 2010
urricane Earl is slowly moving up the Eastern Seaboard. I had the pleasure of interviewing these two fine North Carolinian specimens while I was polling residents to see if they would evacuate.
"Never," they said. "We're strong. We're going to stay and weather the storm. Tie us to a phone pole, and we're good to go."
I, for one, think I just might stick around for that. Worse comes to worst, we might have to go to my hotel room and instead of tying them to a phone pole, I just tie them to the bed and see what happens...
29 August 2010
ven this small view of Chad Ray Martin's phenomenal body just gets my motor going...
You can see the delicious sweat from his workout (especially under his neck), his gorgeous face, his gargantuan muscles (traps, delts, shoulders, pecs), his flawless skin, and his amazing good looks-- despite his state of obvious exhaustion from his intense workout.
Would that I could spend even a few minutes with this musclegod. From the video clips I've seen of him, he has an innocent demeanor, full of his Southern heritage and adorable drawl.
He is all man.
He is hunkiness personified.
And... I just love his name: Chad.
I love his blond hair.
I love his body.
I am awestruck.
[Oh, and be sure to LogIn to read John's latest chapter in his "Growing Challenge" series. Chapter THREE is my favorite!]
27 August 2010
don't know about you, but this picture smacks of some cheap porn movie. You know, where the dude is such a bad actor that he has no idea where his motivation is coming from... and then when he opens his mouth (to talk) he speaks his lines so poorly that you wonder if he thinks he's reciting the Pledge of Allegiance: "Certainly, sir. I just happen to go shirtless whenever I'm called to rescue cats."
And after the cat is safe, the frisky fireman and the hapless homeowner dude just spontaneously start kissing-- but only for about five seconds-- and then they go directly for the 69.
Yeah, that's what this pic reminds me of, for some reason.
And yet, the guy does look really, really good. Nice intercostals, etc.
24 August 2010
ost of you don't know what I really do for a living.
Well, since I've been spending some long hours at work lately, I thought it time to divulge my true occupation.
In real life, I am an inspector for a company that makes bodybuilding contest apparel-- more commonly known among the bodybuilding community as "posers." Most of my days are filled with inspections of posing trunks, and in order to do a thorough inspection I am required to inspect said posers while they are being worn by a beefy, hunky, muscular, drop-dead gorgeous bodybuilder.
Of course, I am required to make a very thorough inspection. A few of the many aspects that I inspect are: fit near the buttocks crack, shape of the penis-surrounding area (the sac), narrowness of the "strap" on the hips, expandability of the sac-- just in case said bodybuilder sprouts an erection while on stage, ability to pull said posers over gargantuan quads and hams-- in case a judge wants to check out said bodybuilder backstage after the contest. There are many more criteria that I have to check, and the job can get rather tedious at times.
You wouldn't believe the number of gigantic, muscular, gorgeous bodybuilders I have to deal with everyday. It's so tiring.
The work is indeed laborious, and yet it does have its rewards.
Usually, said bodybuilder is very grateful for the work that I do. Heaven knows, every competitive bodybuilder wants to present a positive image-- especially "down there."
So, if you occasionally notice a "brief" (so to speak) pause in the regularity of these posts, its because I've been putting in overtime down at the office.
I know you'll understand.
19 August 2010
eanny is currently indisposed. Not to worry, though, he's asked me to take care of all you Curious Web Surfers till he is able to post again (probably tomorrow night!).
So, who wants to play a game of beach volleyball?
Afterward, we can all head up to the cabana and have some margaritas! Then, who know what'll happen! We have LOTS of tequila, so... you know... we could really loosen up and have a great time!
Anyone have a suggestion of what we could play after we down a few?
16 August 2010
hanks for the sandwiches you left on the kitchen counter. Jason (left), Trent (right), and I are going to spend the night at Trent's. He has a really big bedroom, and Jason and I will have plenty of room to spread out on his floor.
Unless, of course, Trent invites Jason and me up into his queen-size bed.
In that case, Jase and I won't have to sleep on the hard floor.
Don't worry about my back, 'cuz I'm sure Trent will want us to crawl up into his bed. Trent is such a cool guy. I know you don't know this, but he and I sometimes go up into my bedroom before you get home from work, and we just kiss.
A lot.
He's a really cute dude (I love to stroke his long, blond hair), and all the girls at school follow him everywhere. But he's not sure if he likes the girls. So far, he really likes it when he and I lay on my bed upstairs and just kiss and kiss. Once, he even let me put my hands down his pants. God, he has a big cock. Especially when it's hard.
He let me stroke his penis while we kissed each other. It must have gone on for an hour.
Until we heard the garage door going up when you got home. Then I had to pull my hand out of his pants, and he had to zip up my pants. You probably never knew what we were doing. I know you thought we were doing homework.
Anyway, the only other dude in school who turns me on more than Trent is Jason. God, that guy is one muscle hunk. I have to admit, he's the only guy who has ever actually sucked me off to the point where I came in his mouth. (Trent tried a few times, but he always came while he was sucking me off, so we had to stop to clean him up.)
Just between you and me, if Trent doesn't invite us up to his bed, that's okay, 'cuz Jason and I are planning on losing our virginity with each other tonight, whether it's with Trent's contribution or not.
So, thanks for the cookies and milk. I'll leave my cell phone on until we crawl (together) into the sack tonight-- in case you need to call me.
Love you,
Seanny.
PS: Trent says he really liked the time that you and him had sex up in your bedroom that afternoon while I was over at Jason's. Don't worry, I won't tell dad.
13 August 2010
wonder if you've ever been to the Pacific coast. If so, have you ever seen a guy who looks like this?
If so, were you able to get him to frolic in the surf with you?
If so, did you have fun together?
If so, after you were done, were you able to coax him up to your beachfront cottage where you served him a nice sandwich with a side of potato chips?
If so, did you both retire up to your room after said lite dinner, where you both engaged in erotic, indecent, man-to-man homosex?
I was just wondering...
[Oh, and be sure to LogIn and then click HOME again, where you'll have access to a very, very short video clip of really big muscles being sprayed with manly semen. I think you'll like it, and if you wish, feel free to masturbate while you watch it, over and over. If so, please also feel free to leave a comment. I like to know when guys start-a-squirtin' after seeing/reading my stuff. OH 2: While you're logged in, be sure to click on The Stories >> Other's Stories >> John to read chapter 2 of "Growing Challenge." I LOVE this guy's writing! You will too!]
"I can't believe how awesome your site is! (...to end a sentence with a preposition.) I think you should be nominated for some kind of Nobel Peace Prize, or a Pulitzer or something. Is there a Pulitzer for gay erotica? Well, there should be. I'm going to write my Congressman and see if he can't do something about it. Seanny, you should have a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. You should have an airport named after you. Your writing is so graphic-- so sensual-- so descriptive! It's just awesome! If you were ever to publish a novel, I'd buy TEN copies and hand them out on street corners! I LOVE YOU SEANNY! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU!"
– Some person whose name I didn't get
