
Are you ready for some football?
Superbowl MCMLIX (Or whatever) is here!
And yet, methinks that some of my faithful visitors (aka CWSs) might want a diversion from said Extravaganza on this Big Game Sunday.
Not me, though. I intend to watch the "Big Game"* as much as is tolerable-- if, for nothing more than the commercials.
Anyhoo, if you want a diversion, either during or after the "Big Game," I have the perfect solution for you!: In recent days, Yours Truly has featured a few pix of muscle studs as they were "hanging around" the shower (in particular, hanging the towel over their privates). Thence, I have cum up with a NEW POLL! (Can you stand the excitement?!) Please note: The Poll is now closed.
But before you take the poll, you must view the following pix
Afterwards, you'll be elucidated enough to vote intelligently (and heaven knows a dumb voter is almost worse than an absent voter!).
SO, take a gander at the pix below.
They have been loosely compiled by criteria alluded to above (that being, hunks with draping towels, although I admit that it's possible that the criteria might have been marginally violated for this poll. I just love the thought of violation!).
CLICK ON THE FIRST PIC TO SEE ALL OF THEM BIGGER!
THEN, take the POLL in the left margin. The Poll is now closed.
VOTE! I realize this poll is a little more involved than many of the previous ones; but I have ultimate confidence in you CWSs.
PICK THE GUY YOU'D MOST LIKE TO SHARE A SHOWER WITH!***
Yes, you're welcome. I've just given you, the loyal CWS something else to do during the "big game." AND, I've also crafted a sentence (the one that ends with "with") to end in a preposition-- something I'm really not used to.
That said, I hope you enjoy this poll. And, if possible, I hope you enjoy the "big game."
BTW, I've always loved Tom Brady. Yet, am I beginning to tire of that delicious chin dimple?
*Unfortunately, due to copyright and/or trademark regulations, I cannot mention the real name of the big deal/game. However, if you don't know what I'm talking about** click HERE to be led to the official site-- then you'll know what I'm talking about.
** There's nothing finer than having a footnote noted within a footnote. THEN you know you're a real writer. Oh-- and the real reason for this footnote-within-a-footnote: If you don't know what I'm talking about, please crawl back under your rock. Pleasant dreams...
*** Yes, this post (and its accompanying poll) is replete with sentences what end with prepositions. That's just the way I roll.

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The deliciousness never stops
You know, if I had the actual time, I'd spend a LOT of it on this site.
Anyone want to fund my retirement from real life?
I'm just asking...
If so, please send at least $1 million to me via the PayPal DONATE link at the bottom left of this page. If possible, make it about $10 million, that way I could be sure to be independent for the rest of my life. (In so many ways, $1 million just isn't enough anymore.)
That said, during the past few days I've had a little extra time on my hands (thus the delicious recent posts that I'm sure you and everyone else are enjoying), and I took a little of it (the time) to update one of my favorite writers' sites (which I generously host at no cost to you, the CWS-- yet another reason to donate the aforementioned $10 million)-- Peter. Be sure to click HERE to go to his sub-domain, and then read some of his recent stuff!
THAT said, this guy, at the right, looks a little like Adam Levine (who, just today appeared as a guest on the ELLEN show), however, THIS hunk is obviously more ripped, and more muscular, and his skin is quite absent of Adam's unsightly tats.
Incidentally, another guest on our lovely ELLEN's show was the Uber-hunk, Clay Matthews. If you can find today's episode on Hulu, or whatever, I guarantee a boner just by looking at Clay's delicious, thick neck.
Your $10 million donation will be cheerfully returned if you don't get a boner.

If Ever I Would Leave You
Back in the day, a few moons ago, I was privileged (and, apparently talented enough) to assume the role of Sir Lancelot, in the stage production of "Camelot." The Curious Web Surfer who is familiar with the play, will remember that ol' Lance falls in love with Arthur's wife, Guinevere.
Thus, the intense drama begins...
The highlight of my stage career remains my rendition of "If Ever I Would Leave You." If I do say so myself (and I do have some independent evidence to corroborate this), when I sang this song, the women swooned.* Imagine, though, if you will, this closeted gay guy's difficulty when the scene came where Lancelot kissed of Guinevere!
I'd rather not talk about it.
Anyway, that song is the title for today's post, and the astute CWS will make the connection between it, and my recent threats to leave this endeavour altogether.
But I do reserve the right to barely be here sometimes. I may not have time to reply to emails as I used to do, and I've suspended taking submissions for my Buff Encounters site. But that's the way it's got to be.
I got a lot of feedback on yesterday's post. All good. Speaking of muscular-specimens-being-clad-in-only-a-bath-towel, we have tonight, another fine example of manhood, although HIS manhood is even more scantilly-clad that yesterday's.
Oh, and be sure to check out the new JOHN stories I've posted in the "Others' Stories" section!
* the one performance where my voice cracked on the high note, notwithstanding.

Yo
"You gotta like me."
"Yes," Seanny says, "I do."
OMG. I more than "like" him.
Okay... just step aside for a moment.
Visualize.
Pretend.
Can you imagine stepping out of the shower, and finding the muscle-dude at the right?
Those lips. That grin. Those eyes. That short-cropped hair. Those incomparable abs. That chest and shoulders.
Yeah, gimme a New York Minute, and I'd be done...

Eli
This guy is all muscle-- and hot!
Check him out: Eli Blahut. (Note, there's music on his site; you might want to turn it down before the jump.)

What I wouldn't give...
Portlandia/Grimm
I have been undergoing some thoughtful contemplation lately, and Yours Truly is thinking about stuff.
So, expect some heavy, major, possibly life-altering changes ahead. It's nothing to be afraid of, really. But it may change the way you use BuffMuscles.com.
Evaluation. Emergence. Renewal. Assessment.
Thomas Scheu. Biceps. Muscle upon muscle.
And then, there's that Seanny stuff.
"WTF are you talking about, Seanny? Are you coherent? Lucid? Cogent?"
Not necessarily. But then, that's nothing new.
For now, just enjoy the arm.
OH-- and please watch the cool TV shows that feature my hometown! There are two that I'm thinking about (check out Portlandia and Grimm!), and yet there are more!*
*Leverage has always been filmed in Portland... and it's now going to be SET in the Rose City!

Muscle Bound
As I mentioned yesterpost, I've been reading a gay muscle novel lately, and today I had the fortune of reaching its climax, as I lounged in my chaise near the pool-- not unlike our friend Chad Ray Martin here.
Well, okay, maybe a LITTLE unlike Chad, in that... my posers must needs be a tad larger than his.
Be that as it may, this particular tome was quite the tale. I'm not a voracious reader, mind you, but seeing as how I like to write, I figure I should probably read some stuff every now and then-- you know-- just to keep abreast of the latest literary conventions.
The story has the same title as today's post, and it's author is David Marlow. I downloaded it for Kindle (I used the Kindle app on my iPad2, thankyouverymuch). Click on that biceps to the left!
I loved this story. And I recommend it to y'all. I read a few reviews of the book online, and although not all of them were rave, Marlow's book did get many stars. IMHO, it was totally worth the price of admission. A veritable page-turner.
I'm gonna have to download some more of his work.

Gotta Love the Rose Parade
And here we have, in almost all of his glory, Bill Grant-- musclehunk from back in the day-- flexing and posing as he parades along on a float in Pasadena's Tournament of Roses Parade, in (where else?) Pasadena, CA.
Yeah, Pasadena passes itself off as some kind of city of roses, but we all know which is the REAL City of Roses.
Anyhoo-- friendly rivalry notwithstanding, let's return to this glorious pic of said musclehunk from days-gone-by.
There are, you know, pix of Mr. Grant that display ALL of his virility. ALL of his body.
When I was a kid, revelling in Billy's musculature, what I wouldn't have given to see him in all his muscular glory! Unfortunately, at that time I wasn't aware of nekkid pix of said hunk.
Who knows how much seed has been spilt in homage to this glorious musclestud?
Have you ever? Over Bill?
As an aside, I've been reading a novel lately, and I'm quite taken by it. It's a gay muscle novel, and it totally makes me want to finish many of the unfinished books that are on my hard drive. I'll let you know what I think of said tome, when I finish-- complete with the anticipated recommendation that I'm thinking will be forthcumming...
OH-- and be sure to LogIn and then click HOME again, to see even MORE musculature, in ALL of his glory-- complete with HIS seed (but not Bills!), all sloppy and everywhere.
You're welcome...

Foxborough follies
First off, let me announce the addition of quite a few stories/chapters by one of my favorite writers, JOHN. I'm never disappointed by his stuff, and I believe you won't be either. I've added new stories here: Login >> Top Menu >> The Stories >> Other's Stories >> John. Please give 'em a read, and then tell me what you think!
Second off, please allow your eyes to caress the back of this muscular steed, Nick Trigili. Here he is, in his kitchen, just... you know... hanging around... shirtless... finishing up doing the dishes... flexing his rippling back muscles for some random camera.
Right.
You gotta marvel at how much these guys love to be loved for their muscles.
As is my usual practice, I like to go beyond the main focus of said pic (the physique), and delve into the background stuff-- you know, in order to discover more about said musclehunk's real life. It seems they so often give a "tell" that they didn't intend to give.
In today's pic, we see that Nicky needs to stop flexing and take out the trash. The plastic bag on the floor (left) is bulging with refuse that needs to be placed at the curb. Tomorrow is, after all, garbage day.
We can also see that Nicholas likes to soak his egg-encrusted frying pan in the sink before he exerts too much of his muscular energy on said encrustation. Or are those grits? The frilly kitchen window curtain at the upper-right reveals a patently female touch pertaining to the interior decor. Even the most flaming gay man would shy away from something so... frilly, IMHO.
So, we can conclude he's probably married.
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Next, we can see Nicky likes to use knives. Obviously not a vegan. (Duh!)
Oh, and then there's that red-and-green neon sign in the window. I'd guess Nick hasn't had so much professional bodybuilding victories as to allow him to pad the bank account and thus move very far from the local strip mall.
So sad.
Finally, as pertains to Nicky T., there's that pic resting on the window sill. It's hard to make it out, but I believe he's posing with the little lady, with... what the hell?... an electric guitar?
Dude... you need to decide between music and muscle. It's gotta be one or the other.
I'd lean toward muscle. You certainly have the back and shoulders for it! And really... you DWARF that woman!
Okay... Third-off, our most recent poll results were actually somewhat surprising to Yours Truly. Allow yourself to peruse the results HERE, and then see if you don't agree with your Webmaster In Charge.
New York... then Sydney? Why the hell is LA so far down the list after NYC? I dunno what I actually expected, but it seems funny to me that NY would be such a huge draw, and the US's second-largest metro area (LA) would be so far down the list (what with Hollywood, Muscle Beach, and all...). I can certainly understand Sydney being toward the top, though. Sounds exotic.
Fourth-off, if you watched the NFL AFC Divisional Playoff this evening, between the New England Patriots and the Denver Broncos, you have to be interested in the two hunks who anchor those two teams: Quarterbacks Tom Brady and Tim Tebow. Of course, one has to wonder why God seemingly abandoned Tebow and let the foul-mouthed (but, arguably cuter) Brady win it. For me, I think it's so cool how Brady became totally motivated because of the collective American swooning over Tebow, and thus found himself extremely in form to beat the little bastard.
I do have to admit, though, that I also swoon for Timmy. He's hunkiness personified.
(But it is kind of cool that despite Timmy's genuflections, God himself couldn't prevail against the chin-dimpled, gorgeous, more experienced Tommy.)
I'm just sayin'...

Another phone pic
The veteran visitor to my site will know that I enjoy dissecting certain pictures that are posted on the 'Net.
Of course, there are legion posts all over the world that feature dudes taking their own picture in the mirror with their cell phone.
This one isn't that spectacular; although it does capture a certain muscularity of said subject. Nice abs, pecs, shoulders, and arms (complete with cephalic veins).
And there's that glorious Glory Trail...
Tell me, if you were built like this dude, would you shy away from the opportunity to take your own "cell-self-portrait" and then spread it throughout the Web?
Additionally, what do you think about the background accoutrement's in this photo? Is this a basement gym? Do I see an "Eye-exam" chart on the back wall? What about the other posters? And what the heck is that thing on the ceiling, to our right of said stud? It looks like a mechanism used for lat pulls, and yet, it seems to be firmly attached to the ceiling there. Perhaps it's attached to a fire sprinkler?
So weird.
[OH-- and be SURE to take the latest poll! It's in the left margin. It's quite random. Please vote.
Please.]
Faux hawk stud
Glorious
You, the devoted Curious Web Surfer, may not be aware of the wealth of wisdom housed in the mind of Yours Truly.*
That said, if the CWS were to click on the "Dear Seanny" tab in the top menu, said CWS would read a NEW post that puts forth the aforementioned untold wisdom of said Webmaster/Author. Thence, the reader would become even more acquainted with said mental prowess, which, incedentally, is second in my vast list of qualities only to my humility.**
The delicious guy on the right knows how smart Seanny is.
And Seanny knows how buff the delicious guy on the right is.
And Seanny Loves This!
Thanks for being a faithful, regular CWS!
* I know, it's difficult to comprehend how any regular CWS who visits BuffMuscles.com could not be aware of my mental prowess, but... whatever.
** I'm just sayin'...












