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SEAN REID SCOTT  •  PURVEYOR OF MUSCLE FANTASY  •  MY BLOG, BELOW:


 

The things you'll see in Wanker's Corner!

RestRoom

now-a-days you can't hardly throw a dead chicken across the countryside without hitting some guy who wants to take off all his clothes in the restroom. This actually happened * to me today!

So, anyway, I was driving down I-205 and realized that I needed to make a "pit stop" in order to keep my pants unsoiled. You know how that goes. Toilets, I've learned, are way under-rated. So, I faithfully engaged my turn signal—or should I say, I tried to engage said signal, only to realize that it had been on for who-knows-how-many-miles. Once I safely swerved across three lanes of traffic, I exited the freeway in search of a place to pee (and possibly poop, but I don't really want to get into the details if you don't mind). 

Fortunately for me (and my bladder/bowels/underwear/car/passenger), directly off the exit I found an establishment that actually sported a restroom. But even more amazing was the fact that my driving companion and I actually found ourselves in Wanker's Corner! Who knew? (Well, Yours Truly should have known, since I've had my MuscleStimulus/MusclePla.net/BuffMuscles.com empire headquartered there since dirt. But my memory loss and geographical challenges are a whole nother story.) Needless to say, I was ebullient as I jumped out of my Maserati® and made my way to the powder room.

But, guess what I saw once I shoved my way pass the paparazzi, into the can? Today's guy! All nekkid and stuff! More importantly, all muscular and stuff! I cleared my throat, and as I brushed (as close as possible) by him, I said, "Pardon me, sir. I just need to use a stall." Then, as I made my way into the nearest one, I turned back and smiled, "You wouldn't care to join me, would you?"

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*Some, or all of today's "facts" have been manufactured for your reading pleasure. (Think: "Fake News.")   ;)


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2017-0224

And a meaningful return

Bradley Martyn0222

home sweet home.... I've been to the Bay Area many times, but San Jose specifically? Never. Yet I didn't actually have the pleasure of acquainting myself with SJ proper; upon landing at SJC, I was Uberly-whisked away to the city that hosts the HQ of my absolutely favorite company, Apple: Cupertino.

The Cupe is reallyreally close to San Jose. At One Infinite Loop, I was hosted, feted, and toasted by all of the top Apple execs. [What would you expect? I'm an internationally-known and uber-respected webster and proprietor of not only the best gay porn pix on the Web, but also the best gay romance (and muscle stuff) stories EV er. Right?]

Anyhoo, after I waited in Apple's anteroom for what seemed like hours, a Macintosh representative came out and said that Steve Jobs wouldn't be able to see me today. Seems he had a previous engagement that had something to do with some underground task involving nudging up (or pushing up, maybe?) dandelions (or daisies) or some such flower. Undeterred, I politely accepted their lame story and retreated to my limousine escort, wherein we made our way to meet today's man, Bradley Martyn, at a local gym.

All's well that ends well. 


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2017-0222

A brief, yet meaningful pause

ATMstud

so, tomorrow, Ima need directions to San Jose. Anyone know the way there? You know, like Do you know the way to...? Where's Dionne Warwick when you need her....

Whatever. It might be difficult to get there. Regardless, I'll be a-flyin' down from PDX to JSC. So, if'n you're on my flight, hook me up. Would be nice to talk... 

My trip will be for personal, family reasons. Yet, I fully intend to check out any-and-all "scenery" that might present itself to my lusting eyes whilst I travel. Which brings me to today's pic. Would that I could encounter this kind of stud (even if he's with his girl) standing at the ATM, trying to withdraw cash. Airport ATMs can be so horribly selfish. But god. Take a gander at this guy's thick, broad shoulders. And OMG, that ass!

Yeah, okay. Nevermind if he's wif a chick. He's gon-need some satisfaction that NO woman could ever provide. No ATM either.

If he's interested in a withdrawal, Ima have to refuse that shit.

I'm only interested in a DEPOSIT.

 


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2017-0216

Oregon, My Oregon

Oregon map

the well-informed Curious Web Surfer is undoubtedly aware that today is VD (that's Valentines Day, for those of you in Boring, Oregon). And the really well-informed CWS is undoubtedly aware that today is also the birthday of the Union's greatest, most beautiful state, Oregon. (Yes, it's also Arizona's birthday, but we've never had the pleasure.) Oregon was admitted to the Union on February 14, 1859. 

So if you'll indulge me—a native & lifelong Oregonian—a brief departure from the normal fare we here at MuscleStimulus.com offer, I'd like to present a short video what I have no part in producing, yet I really love it.

An important tidbit: Oregon's motto is Alis volat propriis, which translated from Latin, is, "She flies with her own wings." As you listen to this song, you'll undoubtedly appreciate that concept. CLICKY ON THE OREGON PIC, ABOVE, TO ENJOY.

 


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2017-0214

Josh Taubes 101

JoshTaubespressdn

welcome again, class, to today's lecture. Last time we discussed THIS gorgeous hunk (scroll down to the previous post), and today I'd like to introduce you to a rising star in the world of gorgeous hunks, Josh Taubes, aka diesel.josh on his Instagram account.

Josh not only epitomizes the young innocence of delicious hunkiness, he crosses over the line, and deftly enters the realm of the muscular gods. Which, after all, is the whole reason this here website exists, no? Oh, forgive me. Where was I.... Yes, we were beginning a discussion about Josh. Young, virulent, muscular-beyond-belief Josh.

So, please turn your attention to the screen, while I pull up a clip of Josh doing tricep press-downs. You'll note how big those muscles are....


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2017-0213

Gorgeous Studs 101

hGorgeousello class, and welcome to Gorgeous Studs 101, where each week we’ll examine a prime example of masculine pulchritude.

Today’s man, Todd, is 100 percent pure beef, no? First, let’s take a look at the top picture. Notice his hella-good hair. It’s tipped with just the right amount of blond, accenting his naturally wonderful brown tones. Next, those eyes: dark in the right places, yet bright and healthy. Notice how Todd uses the colors in his Portland-esque, manly, plaid lumberjack shirt to bring out the earthy sensuality of his eye color. This guy knows exactly how to dress to highlight his strengths.

And speaking of strength, let’s look at that jaw line—something that would make Clark Kent green (kryptonite?) with envy. Of course we can’t evaluate Todd without mentioning that strong nose, and those sensual, pouting lips—lips that likely make the straightest of men want to taste. As a matter of fact, let’s have a show of hands. How many of you straight men have gotten hard in the past few minutes since I threw up Todd’s picture here?

Thank you. Yes. Too many to count.

But let’s move on. Before we examine the second picture, note in the top photo the powerful neck. Does not the man look like he could bench 1,000 pounds? There’s nothing quite like a strong, thick neck to exude masculine strength. And what about that adorable, sexy ear ring? Just a hint of flair, and Todd makes YOU swoon, no? And then there are those dimpled cheeks. Show of hands again: How many of you straight men are rubbing yourselves under your desks right now?

Yes. Thank you. I thought so.

Now, let’s take a look at Todd’s second picture. Shirtless, Todd looses none of his masculinity, yet he skillfully adds a certain vulnerability and sexiness. Most men couldn’t pull off this apparent oxymoron of strength vs. beauty, yet obviously Todd is a master at making you ogle his strength, while he pulls you in with his adorable sensitivity. His expression here clearly says something along the lines of, “Hey… If you’re hungry, I can think of a way to satisfy you.”

Then, his watch. Stylish and elegant, without being pretentious.

Obviously, Todd is the kind of Gorgeous Stud most of us would be willing to spend any weekend with, no?

Show of hands?

 


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2017-0211

Looking forward to leave

mWhensLeavey boyfriend is due home on leave. Can't wait to pick him up at the station. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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2017-0202

What CHEW Looking At?

sChewo there I was, just minding my own business, glad to be back at the gym after a few weeks off. It's always fun to go to the gym. 'Specially when you're a hopeless muscle addict. Like me.

So anyway, I was finishing my rest between sets (I like to give my muscles a chance to get a full recovery, so, like, I usually rest seven or eight minutes between sets; seems to be working pretty good). Time to stand up and grab those 7.5 pound dumbbells for another set of shrugs. I stand up straight (the only thing I do straight, actually) and just as I begin my first rep, I notice this shirtless muscle-hunk-to-shame-all-other-muscle-hunks doing curls. Being the aforementioned muscle addict that I am, I freeze in place and turn my head to stare. (No one ever accused me of being discreet.)

The stud notices me watching, but he finishes his set. Then, he turns and takes a few steps toward me, cocks his head to one side, and says, "What chew lookin' at?"

I clear my throat—twice, and squeak out, "Sorry, sir. I just noticed that your biceps are abnormally large and incredibly rippling with veins and muscles."

"Is that a problem?" he pressed.

"Only for my cock," I grinned. 

 


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2017-0201

Random encounters are awesome

mRandomuscle, when you least expect it, can be the BEST. Take this guy. (Please!) Say you're visiting some tourist site and you see this guy with his lady, walking up the  path in front of you. They stop. She says, "Adam, take off your shirt and hit a pose." He obliges; she takes his picture. The other tourists gawk along with you. And now you have fodder for a wonderful jack-off session in your hotel room tonight. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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2017-0131

Anybody up?

hey. Just sayin'. 

constance

 

 

 

 

 


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2017-0124

Hooray for a new book!

well, it's about time! I'm quite excited to announce the publishment of a new book--er, by an "up-and-coming" author! You might even like this author as much as you like MY writing. 

K SONGcover1004AI have it on good authority that this guy, Kieran Rayce, has written a buttload of stuff before, and has a loyal following of his muscle stories. Now, though, he's trying to branch out into the more "mainstream" gay romance genre. Due to his bent toward all things muscle, from what I can tell, this first book of "his" is chock full of a really good muscle guy. So, it remains to be seen if his attempt to write regular gay romance will be successful. Methinks he'll be wildly successful. But that's just me.

In a way (or two).

I recommend this book. It's kinda good! Click on the book cover (or the link in the text, above) to go to Kieran's website. Alternatively, you could click HERE to go directly to the amazon.com page where the book is available for your Kindle/kindle app.

 


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2016-1021

You'd think the guy could at least...

post something. I mean really. You'd think. Allow me to proffer a sincere—yet anemic, methinks—apology. I'm sorry for being so "distant." I've been absent. You've sensed something has come between us. You haven't been able to put your proverbial finger on it, but it's there. You just know it. Perhaps it's another woman. (Heaven forbid. Like that's ever gonna be a problem.) Yet, your mind reels with possibilities. Maybe it's... another... man? Oh hell no! How could that be?

Was I being USED all this time? Just to justify Seanny's wandering lifestyle?

I have no doubt that the astute CWS has resigned himself (herself?) to the fact that Seanny is all-too-frequently simply not here. He's elsewhere. (Sigh.)

pecs160924Things are as they are. In case you haven't figgered it out yet, Yours Truly is a multi-dimensional, irons-in-the-fire kind of guy. Seanny is, as it were, constantly being pulled in many directions: not simply creatively-speaking, but familially-speaking, metaphorically-speaking, economically-speaking, generically-speaking, etherial-speaking, pectorial-speaking, crayonically-speaking. And others. Speaking.

What I'm trying to say here is this: I've been busy. I'm not dead. No, I haven't been dead (that I recall); I've simply had other things on my proverbial plate. Actually I've had things on my literal plate. (And thus, I've gained a bit of weight.)

OH, and guess what?! I've had things on my literary plate too! Translated, that means I'VE BEEN BUSY WRITING! Yeah, that's it! Truly, I HAVE been writing. Here's the scoop: I've decided to move a bit to the right, as far as gay, erotic, sensual, porn writing goes. What that means is, I've been busy working on establishing a more "mainstream" persona as a "mainstream" gay ROMANCE writer. (Am I emphasizing "mainstream" too much?)

Sean Reid Scott has a semi-well-established reputation as a gay muscle writer. That's been good. That is good. And I don't intend to abandon that (rather narrow) genre. But over the summer (and before, actually), I was busy writing a novel that is aimed more toward the mainstream, regular, "gay romance" audience. To be honest, it was a brutal effort. Totally almost impossible to distance myself from my love of muscle. When you buy my new novel on Amazon.com, you'll see that immediately. Yet, I hope said novel will "cross over" and appeal to the "normal" GAY ROMANCE audience. (That's where the money is, no?) Yeah. Money tends to congregate in the mainstream.

SO, this post is intended to keep my always-loyal, been-with-Seanny-from-the-start, CWSs in the know. I'm still alive and-a-kickin'. Soon, I'll announce the aforementioned novel. Oh, and BTW, it'll be under a new pseudonym. That's just how I'm rolling now-a-days. I need to establish a more mainstream persona—one that will be ultra-successful in proffering many, many, many gay romance books.

Your (future) support will be greatly appreciated. We'll be in touch! 


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2016-0924

DIDJA MISS ME?

iwonder if anyone missed me.

Yeah, I was gone the past few days. Some may argue that I'm gone a lot, even when I'm not. But that's a whole nother issue. This time, I was actually gone. Away. Distant. Missing, as it were. I was traveling far from Wanker's Corner. And it was wunnerful.  JulianTanaka

And when I was gone, I flew. Today's guy was my captain. And I actually never made it to my hotel. I went to his. Lemme tell you, this pilot could fly my plane ANYWHERE. I'd land on his strip anytime. And so on and so forth. (Is he not gorgeous? Is his arm not an auto-boner?)

Yeah, it was a wunnerful time, but I never did get the opportunity to visit with the peeps I'd intended to visit wif. Instead, I "visited" with said pilot. You wouldda too.

Be that as it may, I'm back. More to cum!

 


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