07 July 2010

es, it's the heeeeeat! 

The heeeeeeat!

Apparently, much of the Eastern Seaboard is suffering under insufferable heat. 

Not to worry. I have some really good contacts, and... well, I was able to contact Supes himself. And of course, Superman will help you deal with this insufferable heat. In fact, be sure to LogIn so you can see the helpful hints that Supes himself has provided for your heat-relieving pleasure. (Once you LogIn, click on HOME again.)

Now, many of you know that I do not reside on the Right Coast. Indeed, Buff Muscles Command Central is located on that other coast of North Vespuccius.  Be that as it may, we, ourselves, are also enduring our own insufferable heat. Right now, as my blithe fingers traipse over my Mac keyboard, my remote-sensored thermometer reads 95.5° F (35° C, for those of you in Celsius-reading climes) outside. This, at 8:03 PM, PDT. My trusty thermometer topped out at 99.9°F today, and the official temp in My Fair City set a record for this date.

So, we @ BMCC would like to share with you our helpful hints, generously submitted by Superman himself. Please be sure to LogIn and check 'em out. We're sure you'll appreciate the ways you can, in 11 easy steps, cool yourself off.

Oh, I have been very busy lately. I have been reading and reading... and I have found some really groovy stories for YOU! Stay tuned. I'll post some of 'em this week, and some of 'em next week, and beyond!

05 July 2010

hree-day weekends are the best. Especially when there's a little surprise lurking just under the covers-- so to speak.

When I went to my friend's house to watch fireworks yesterday, a neighbor of my friend's came over as well. The neighbor brought his daughter-- and her gorgeous, hunky boyfriend. I nearly peed my pants when I saw him. I had remembered from last year's festivities-- and yet, he had grown substantially since then! Truly, he was one in about-- maybe-- ten million. He was that good looking. 

I tried hard (hard) to get some pix of the hunk (for the Buff Encounters page), but I was thwarted at almost every turn: people in the way, someone dropping a lit firecracker down my shirt, a little girl sticking an un-lit sparkler up my nose, beer, food, burning debris from flying sparks that the fireworks dropped. Every time I tried to get a picture of him, something happened that hampered my goal.

So, I waited until everyone was sufficiently drunk (or burned from the aforementioned firework-set fires) and stealthily came up behind him, as he sat in a lawn chair groping his girlfriend, and asked him if he wanted to join me in the master bedroom of our host, for some fondling, petting and mutual masturbation, etc.

He said nothing, but slipped his arm from around the neck of his nearly-passed-out girlfriend (who, at the time, also had third-degree burns) and joined me moments later in the bedroom.

He graciously allowed me to undress him most of the way, and then, just before he slipped off his black mini-briefs, he graciously allowed me to take his picture, before letting my bugging-eyes feast on his brown-hair framed nuts and cock.

In the end (so to speak) I think the fireworks we produced greatly outblew the ones outside.

When we were done, we changed the sheets on the bed, dressed, and rejoined the patriotic festivities on the front lawn. Virtually everyone out there was either hopelessly inebriated or being carted off by EMTs, so no one noticed our 20 minute absence. 

I plan on going back to my friend's house next year, as does Jordan.*  My buddy really knows how to throw a great party. 

* Actually much of this story is a patent lie (sometimes known as fiction). The guy's name, however, is not. The Curious Web Surfer can decide for himself which of the details of said story (if any) he wants to believe. 

03 July 2010

his is a special weekend for Americans. It is our birthday.

In 1776, the Colonialists had had enough of Britain's overbearing rule. There were a bunch of gripes against King George that the Colonialists listed in the Declaration of Independence, which included:

"He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.   

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.   

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.   

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands."

I'm glad I wasn't around back then. The Declaration of Independence from Britain meant one thing: War. 

Occasionally, I see the bumper sticker that says, "War is not the answer." 

My response is this: That depends on the question, really. 

Sometimes, what you believe in-- human rights, etc., is worth fighting for. Really. 

I, for one, am glad my forebears thought enough of their rights that they were willing to fight for them. 

I'm just sayin'...

[Oh, and be sure to check out the newly-added chapters in the "Sons of Hercules" saga; in addition, there is a new Buff Encounters pic posted also!]

02 July 2010

es indeedy, we do!

The question: Who does this guy (from a few days ago) remind you of? (Okay, enough with the preposition at the end of the sentence thing-- at least for awhile.) Who do you think this guy's Doppelgänger might be? 

The answer: Alert CWS Moe was the first one to send in his answer, and although many of you got it right, in the Comments, (and many of you got it wrong-- "Robert Downey Jr."????)  Moe was first with the answer that I was looking for:  Joe Rogan, of "Fear Factor" and MMA announcer fame. So, in my next story, "Moe" will be a featured character.

Thanks to all of you for your participation.

And thanks to this guy, for the muffins he just pulled out of the oven.  

30 June 2010

hat ever happened to Ulysses Williams jr.?  

Probably been busy lifting weights and stuff.

Oh, and re: yesterday's question o' the day, check the headline of today's post, for my hint. We're not talkin' a fighter either. 

I do have to say that there have been a number of creative-- if not far-fetched-- guesses posited in yesterday's Comment section. Thank you all for that. 

And yet, no one has yet gotten it yet. Of course, some of you have indeed mentioned men whom this guy actually does look like.* However, as I'm sure most all of you know, it doesn't matter what you think; it is, after all, all about me-- since I am the world-famous webmaster-slash-gay erotica writer running this show.  Therefore, please try again. Use today's Add Comment link, which is located below, and to the right. 

*See the footnotes from yesterday's post.

29 June 2010

uffmuscles.com recently introduced a new feature, called "Whatever happened to." 

Well, not to be outdone by ourselves, today we introduce yet another new feature, called Doppelgänger. The idea behind this fun, new feature will be thus: I will post a picture of a muscled dude, and you-- the Curious Web Surfer-- will try and guess whom the pic looks like.* Please use the "Add Comment" link at the end of this post to posit your guess.**

For our first subject, we have a man who just happens to be roaming around what seems to be a somewhat high-fallutin' event in nothing but posers. Seems to me he's in the lobby of an auditorium, or perhaps he's at an art gallery-- or a wine tasting. Something like that. Anyhoo-- he's obviously under-dressed for the occasion (so to speak). 

But the question o' the day is, who does he look like?*  Now, I'm sure that in order to answer the aforequestioned question, you'll be looking all over that gorgeous body of his, for clues to whom I'm aiming at.* But don't over-study it. (Well, you can if you want-- but after you're done jacking off to him, read on.) Look at the guy's face. Who does he remind you of?* 

I'm not going to give any hints-- unless no one has a clue. Then, if necessary, I'll give a clue.

First one to figure out whom I'm talking about wins. 

Wins what?

Thanks for asking. What they win is a cameo in my next story. Their name will be used as a secondary (or, as I said, cameo) character in a Sean R. Scott original muscle story.

So start clicking on that "Add Comment" link! 

*Looks like we have yet another preposition dangling at the end of a sentence. When will the madness be over with?* And further, how is it that a masterful webmaster such as myself can correctly (and artfully) have such an accomplished command of english to use the word "whom" (when it is proper, instead of "who,") and yet be so woefully negligent in the practice of not ending sentences with those dreaded prepositions? It defies explanation. 

**Good god. Did any of you CWSs ever imagine that your obsession with musclemen would somehow elucidate not only your grammatical prowess, but your vocabularial verbosity as well? Who uses the word "posit?" 

28 June 2010

kay, so I have this pool in the back yard, and every once-in-a-while it needs cleaning. Now that it's summer, it really needs cleaning. 

So, I called the pool cleaning service and requested that they send out some hunky, muscular pool boy to take care of... my... eh... needs.

"Can you re-check the hot-tub temperature, to make sure it's just right?" I asked after he was pretty-much done with the other stuff. 

"Sure, Mr. Scott," he smiled.

"Oh, and can you take off all your clothes first?"

"Sure, Mr. Scott," he smiled.

I think he said his name was Cesar. 

27 June 2010

o Sean, see somethin' you like?

26 June 2010

ith the Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer now upon those of us Northern Hemisphere, its time to run down to the beach for some sun worship.

And perhaps, some muscle worship... 

But before we begin lusting after this muscular PJ Braun hunk, I need to briefly make right a horrible omission. 

I recently posted chapter 19 of the MuscleMan series. In this episode, you'll notice that much of the storyline involves the Man of Muscle saving the whole world from the Gulf Oil Spill. Well, I was totally remiss in neglecting to mention that bicfetish was the man who suggested this plot line. I told him that I'd give him credit, because it was such a cool idea-- and yet I failed.

Woe is me!

I am a failure! I am dung! I am nothing-- and am worth only what a lowly oil-crusted Louisiana shrimp is worth (and yet, I didn't even need to use a dictionary to look up Louisiana!). Okay, maybe I'm going a bit overboard here-- my mommy always told me I'd be great someday, and now that I'm a world-famous gay erotica webmaster, I'm sure she'd be proud of me if she knew (but she doesn't, and you may not tell her!).  

But you get the idea. Bicfetish is one of my most-prized CWSs; he contributes quite a bit to this site. I sincerely ask his forgiveness. 

Now, on to tonight's subject: PJ Braun, pictured above, and HERE and HERE (and why has that woman lost face?). Well, there's really not much to say. He's delicious, handsome, and oh-so muscled. Today's Big Question: Do you know what the PJ in his name stands for?* No fair Googling him! 

Oh, and I would also be remiss if I didn't encourage you to visit the Buff Encounters page. There's a new post there, and it's really cool! And BTW, when are YOU going to send in a Buff Encounter? 

Just curious.

* to end a sentence in a preposition... 

25 June 2010

oday we start a new feature at buffmuscles.com. For ease of usage, we're calling it Whatever happened to, since, well, it's all about remembering those studs we've lusted after before. (After before? That concept fries my brain! It's like being at the nexus of the universe!) 

For our first subject on Whatever Happened to, we need look no further than the blue and white badge on the hood of our 750Li xDrive Sedan, where we see, of course the letters BMW. 

Being the comprehensive muscle-loving webmaster that I am, I make it my business to keep up-to-date on things. That's just how I roll. I take this job very seriously. Thus, I took it upon myself to subscribe to BMW's Twitter feed. Well, recently, ol' Brandon Myles White tweeted this pic, with the caption, "Just got cast in an up coming blockbuster, they say its going to be their biggest, longest movie ever! :)" 

Well, after studying the picture and doing my research, I found that Vivid Entertainment produces pornographic material! (Scandalous!) And it seems the specific flavor of the material is pretty much heterosexual.

I'm sure you clicked on the vivid website link above, and might possibly have been slightly repulsed. It's mostly big-boobed hussies. However, (and don't try this at home-- I'm a professional) if one were to casually look at some of the pictures of said hussies, one might also find a male or two in the mix (having his way, as it were, with the aforementioned hussy).

That said, I'm not too sure Brandon was serious. 

That said, if he was, I am totally willing to watch him have his muscular way with anyone, regardless of the wayee's gender! Just look at the muscles hanging off this guy!

So, what do you think? Think he's serious? I replied to his tweet, but haven't received a response.