FRIDAY, JANUARY 8, 2021
E EMBARK ON A New Year with a quick glance at the past. Today's Man is the inimitable Dennis Newman, from sometime in the previous millennium. His beautiful physique, full of gorgeous muscle and astounding symmetry, was (and still is) boner-inducing indeed.
That said, as we jump headfirst into 2021, it's time for CHAPTER TEN of SIR NATHAN!
A muscle-thirsty fan contacted me and submitted some drawings he'd done, wondering if they might be usable for my story. We ended up collaborating and he drew some pictures that coincided with what I was writing in this chapter, and... voila! You'll see his work in Ch. 10! He declined to be named, or even pseudonymed*, so I'm crediting him simply as A. Fan. You'll want to click on the link above to read this penultimate Nathan chapter (yes, it is!), and see Mr. Fan's great work!
* As my first official linguistic act of 2021, I declare this to be a word.
saturday, December 26, 2020
VERYONE KNOWS that Christmas is all about giving presents, right? I mean, why get up at the crack of dawn and run down the stairs if there are no presents under the tree? And for me, there's nothing more satisfying than giving people joy—by giving them the best reaction possible when I open their present to me.
THAT's the true meaning of Christmas, IMO: Giving people joy by graciously receiving their gifts.
But everyone also knows that often, Santa brings pretty-shitty stuff. It's just a fact. So, if you didn't get what you wanted this year, I have a special treat for you. A brand new story! Brand spanking new!
The Colonel Visits the Sergeant is a tale of military muscle—and muscle lust. I think you'll enjoy it. If you use your imagination (as I know my CWS's are wont to do) today's muscle man might possibly look a bit like the main muscle character in our story, Sgt. West.
So, please enjoy. And also please avail yourself of the exquisite experience of giving me your reaction to this gift. It is, after all, the highest expression of love: reacting to gifts.
Christmas eve, 2020
LL OF US here at MuscleStimulus.com (that'd be me) wish you the Happiest of Christmases, a (belated) Happy Hanukkah, Good Kwanza and all the best fun that comes with the season!
If your grandma gets run over by a reindeer, or if cousin Eddie parks his RV in your driveway, you can always withdraw from the festivities, grab some lube (you might need it) and read CHAPTER 9 of SIR NATHAN! Yep, he's up!
And if you don't like the story, there's always my cousin Brandon (I wish) right here! (Holy HELL! Can you imagine creeping down the stairs on Christmas morning and finding HIM under the tree? Even if he's there, as, say, your cousin, to open presents with? Shit!
Hopefully, I'll have more delicious stories and such for you during the inter-holiday (between Xmas and New Years) week! Thank you all for your support!
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2020
HRISTMAS just wouldn't be X-mas without some really good, jizz-producing Christmas muscle stories to read, no? Well, that's what I've always told myself.
So, with that in mind, I'm re-posting an oldie-but-goldie, "Best Christmas Ever" for your Christmas masturbatory pleasure. It's like 10 years old, but muscle never gets old, right? Well, that's what I've always told myself. (Except for in the case of the Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger*, who, you know, is old now.)
I've actually made a list (and I checked it twice) of Christmas-themed stories that I've done and said list is below. Actually the list includes only two stories, but said stories have multiple chapters. So... warm up some wassail, pour some nog, and pull up a YouTube yule log video and read away! Hope you enjoy!
Best Christmas Ever
MSCL FORCE: Christmas on Mt. Hood
And BTW, thanks for the feedback re: Sir Nathan. Yes, there's obviously more deliciousness to come! I'll be working on it this week.
Till then, don't forget that the "Christmas Star" is supposed to be the bee's knees tomorrow (Monday, 12-21) night. If you have clear skies, it sounds like it'd be worth it to take a gander. Unfortunately, us Portland area livers are gonna be under the all-too-familiar veil of cloudiness for the foreseeable future. So, if YOU are able to see it, snap me a pic and send it in! Maybe I'll post it!
Anyhoo... I hope to find a minute or three to post again before X-mas, but if I don't, have a really merry one! (And Happy Winter Solstice tomorrow, too!)
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* Truth right here: I spelled his name correctly, even without looking it up! Wow, I'm good.
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19, 2020
Y ADVENT CALENDAR tells me it's only days till Christmas, so that means its time to get jolly, okay?
Your first Christmas present is Sir Nathan Chapter 8, up now. It's not particularly "Christmas-themed," but use your imagination. Pretend everyone in the story has a glass of eggnog in their hand.
We'll have to see how good you've been in order to figure out if you get anything more than that. Seanny has his contacts at the North Pole, so... we'll see.
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2020
'M STILL HERE. Sorry for the long absence. It's been hustle-bustle around here. That, and the fact that I've been ultra-horny; a lot of time spent "expressing" myself to pictures and movies of muscle guys. It's kinda my thing.
Yet, over Thanksgiving I was able to meet my sister's boyfriend, Marc. He wasn't a muscle man by any stretch. But damn, he was gorgeous.
When the ladies went shopping on Black Friday, he and I had the opportunity to get to "know" each other. Damn, the boy is fine. After we had some fun, I asked if I could take his picture for my website.
"Sure, Seanny," he smiled. "Just let me clean up all this jizz."
"No need," I smiled.*
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* Some, or all, of the above account is pretty fictional.
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 2020
MUT IS MY THING. And by that, I mean I love writing gay erotica. I'm so glad the CWS is enjoying him/herself* regarding the latest additions to the Sir Nathan series! Thanks for all your feedback.
I know some of you must needs wonder about some of the "lesser" characters in my ongoing story of the Knights of the Triangle Circle. (The whole story is a gay spoof/spinoff of "Camelot", in which, incidentally, I actually played Sir Lancelot my senior year in high school. One of the highest compliments I ever got was when one girl said I looked absolutely HOT in my tights. Them were the days!) Anyhoo, In my little story, Lancelot has become (somehow) King Lancelot of Joyus Garde.
And I imagine some of you wonder what said king might look like.
Well, today's guy is actually** His Majesty Himself. Yeah, he's not wearing his crown in this pic (or is he?! You KNOW you want to roll your mouse all over him, don't you?)—and thankfully, he's not wearing much else either. (I'd bow down to this royal any day of the week!***) Unfortunately, when His Majesty posed for this official portrait, he insisted on having his royal robes close-by. The jerk.
All this Sir Nathan talk has got me so hot and bothered that I just had to post the latest chapter! Enjoy! Sir Nathan • Seven is now up!
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* Speaking of pronouns, I've recently been in some Zoom meetings (it's what we do in 2020) where, when instructed to introduce ourselves, we've been told to not only give our name, but our pronouns as well. Ostensibly, since I identify myself as a man, I say, "My name is Sean Reid Scott, and my pronouns are 'he/him/his'." I don't mind telling you that I feel a tad uncomfortable with this. Obviously, as a gay man, I have no problem whatsoever with people identifying how ever they want. But (or should I say, AND), with that in mind, I honestly believe that asking people to state their pronouns is not always a good thing. Some people might be in transition. Some, in a tender time of their life, might not even KNOW how they identify! Is not gender thought to be somewhat fluid now-a-days? Why would we require people to lock in their gender identity (which is what asking people to identify their pronouns euphemistically does) when they introduce themselves?
Not to mention that I believe this request is often a veiled attempt at virtue-signaling. I have the utmost respect for people who struggle with their identities and that includes (most personally) sexual orientation. So do not misinterpret what I am saying. What I'm saying is this: We should not add "pronoun declarations" as a requirement for introduction... any more than we should tell people to state their gross income, or announce their weight, or age. My reasons, as stated above, have to do with perceived disingenuousness (being woke) on the part of the person making the pronoun request, and more importantly, the likelihood that not everyone in the group is comfortable with giving out that information. In my opinion, the option should be given ("please say your name, and if you like, you're free to mention your pronouns"), but not required.
Thoughts? (I prolly shoulda made this whole footnote a post on its own.)
**Actually, not actually.
***Not to impugn the fine production that features our favorite British royals, titled "The Crown" of which season four has recently been released on Netflix. My initial review: Although Matt Smith is no longer playing Prince Phillip, it's still a delicious show. But come on. Matt Smith! He's SO dreamy!
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 2020
O QUOTE PRESIDENT FORD on the day Tricky Dick resigned: "Our long national nightmare is over."
We've been taunted, lied to, hoodwinked, told to wait, forced to wait, and... well... far worse things that I shan't mention. But the waiting is over. Now, there's only hope. Hope that a new dawn is upon us. Hope that we no longer have to wallow in fear that there won't be a chapter six.
The CWS likely thought Yours Truly was referring to the American election, and the ascension of President Elect Joe Biden to the White House.
You should know me better than that. Seanny does NOT involve himself in things political. At least not on this site. Other places, yeah.
What the-man-who-loves-to-refer-to-himself-in-the-third-person* was talking about, was the fact that Sir Nathan chapter six is now up for your reading pleasure. So let's celebrate! No more delays! No more subterfuge ("I promise this story will continue!"). No more hoodwinkedness ("I promise this story will continue!"). No more taunting ("I promise this story will continue!").
So, there you have it. More Nathan—the knight you just can't get enough of.
That said, many of us have other reasons to celebrate tonight. Indeed. Yet, one has to wonder what would ever be better than more Sir Nathan....
Anyway, count your blessings.
*That'd be Seanny himself.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 2020
F READER-RESPONSE is any indication of the popularity of a story, then one of my most popular series has to be "Sir Nathan." It seems people just love that story.
Right now, Sir Nathan has five chapters. But guess what?! I'll be posting chapter six tomorrow!
I give you this teaser not only to tease, but to let you know that if you want to get the most out of tomorrow's chapter, you might want to brush up on your Nathan. It's been a long time, after all, since I posted anything on him. If you're familiar with the basic story, then I'd recommend reading at least chapter five.
The CWS is likely wondering, "Will chapter six be the last? Is chapter five the penultimate?" I don't normally give away all that kind of top secret stuff, but suffice it to say, the answer to those two questions is: No.
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2020
OR THOSE OF YOU who need a respite from the coverage of the election, I threw together a little story, just for fun. I think it will be a nice diversion from all the stuff:
IN BED WITH A BODYBUILDER
by Sean Reid Scott
Trent lay in the huge bed, on his side, trying desperately to act nonchalant. Cooper would be exiting the master suite’s bathroom any minute, and Trent wasn’t about to communicate what he was feeling and thinking.
What he was feeling was more excitement than he’d ever experienced—excitement in his rapidly-beating heart, and excitement in his already-stiff cock. What he was thinking was: Don’t let on! Don’t do anything that will give him reason to be upset! Further, he was frantically wondering how in hell he’d gotten into this situation. It was a situation that fantasies are made of, yes… but it was so unbelievable that Trent kept wanting to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Cooper Hansen, the owner of the king bed in which Trent now lay, was the man of Trent’s fantasies. Trent had a catalog of stats and information about Cooper—a catalog that took up a large corner of Trent’s brain. Cooper was Trent’s older brother’s best friend. They (Cooper and Mike) had been besties since they’d been in grade school. Now, though, Mike was stationed in Afghanistan, and Cooper was a law student at the local university. Cooper and Mike were 23.
Trent was 19. He was 19, but he looked more like 16. “135 pounds sopping wet,” Coop would chuckle when talking about Trent’s build. Yeah, Trent was small. When he stood next to Cooper’s six-foot-five frame, he barely came up to the big man’s shoulders. And actually, it was comical to see them together. Not only was Coop literally heads-and-shoulders taller than Trent, he easily weighed 100 pounds more than the little guy. And Trent was not only little, he was shy and timid—especially around big guys like Cooper.
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THURSDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2020
OST OF US ARE probably running pell-mell toward the 2020 EXIT sign. This year has been one for the books, no? Get me outta here.
Yet, these last few months might bring us unexpected happiness and welcome change from the turmoil we've been enduring. We can hope. We can vote too. (Not endorsing any candidate or party here, but if you don't vote, please don't complain.)
So, what are your plans for this Halloween? I had my "Elsa" costume all ready to go and then Covid-19 struck (yes, I usually get my costume early), so I guess I won't be trick-or-treating this year. Instead, I've been invited to a Halloween Poker Party by today's stud. Some kind of strip poker, I think. (Note the skull on the table, so that makes the pic Halloweenie, okay? Oh, and I guess there's another weenie in the picture too.)
I thought I might give it a go and head on over to the party. Of course, I'll keep my social distance. And I'll wear my (Elsa) mask.
Chapter 3 of "The Captain & His Privates" has been thrown up (on the Sean's Muscle Stories page). Hope you like it!
And if you haven't yet read (or listened to) "Halloween Man" it's still there, on the aforementioned Stories page.
(OH, and don't forget to "Fall Back" before you go to bed Saturday night (if you live in an area that observes Daylight Savings Time, and all). Just what we need: Another hour added to 2020.