SATURDAY, SEPT. 5: "SHANE" CH. 3 IS NOW UP!
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 2020
HAPTER TWO OF "SHANE" is now UP for your reading pleasure. Hopefully for your self-pleasure, too, heh heh.
If you're not into reading (and if not, why are you here? It's all about the stories, man!), then maybe the guy on the right (Click on him! You know you want to!) will help you release some of that tension you've been feeling. I hope so. You really should have someone take a look at all that tension you've been dealing with. Nowadays, wonderful advancements have been made in tension release.
That said, how has your summer been? It's by no means over (at least the equinox/solstice thing says autumn doesn't begin till, like, almost three weeks from now). But, was it good for you? Mine was great!
And for those of you who live on the bottom half of our world, how's your winter been? I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you prolly celebrate Christmas dressed like this. If you do, please come to my house (that is, if you not only spend Christmas wearing skimpy posers, but if you are as well-built as those three men—especially Simeon Panda on the left, or Ulisses Williams on the right). I don't know if this pic has been morphed to give these muscle hunks bigger pouches, but I do know that in the case of Ulisses, morphing is definitely not necessary. From what I've seen of Simeon (on the 'net of course), he doesn't need any artificial "help" down there either. I don't know who the middle guy is, but as they say, I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating Doritos® (although I absolutely hate Doritos®).
Anyway, getting back to our solar system and the seasonal effects that the orbital path and tilt of our lovely planet have on us... It's my experience that here in the Specific Northwest, September can actually be one of the most beautiful summer months. August is def. my favorite, but September almost always rivals its earlier brother fersher—even though the sun is noticeably lower in the sky, and its course makes for some longer shadows (not to mention that it just feels like fall is quickly approaching). For example, just a few weeks ago, my dog would recline on his bed next to me as I typed here, out on my patio, and he'd be able to bask in some warm sunshine. Now, the sun doesn't even hit my patio. Take that flat-earthers.
Well, I've used up way more than my allotment of words for today. And most of them haven't even been about muscle; which is why you're here, right? So I'll let you get right into reading that "Shane" chapter. The third and final chapter will be posted tomorrow, so... hop to it!
SATURDAY, AUGUST 29, 2020
ETURNING FROM summer vacation is always bittersweet. This year was no exception. I had a great time last week in Central Oregon. If you've never been, you should consider it. Then go home.
Back in the day, the Oregon governor once famously told people to come and visit; just be sure to leave when you're done. Don't stay. It became a meme before there were memes. Come to pump our economy full of tourism money, but don't move here. I guess us Oregonians are a tad xenophobic.
Anyhoo, the weather last week was perfect (if not a bit hazy due to some forest fires somewhere); the fam was fun; the food was plentiful; the swimming was fantastic—even though our time at the pool was greatly limited because everyone had to be covid-scheduled. But still... it was a great time, and hard to leave. Yet coming home is always good.
I DID meet today's guy (Jared) early in the week. I snuck out my bedroom window a few nights and we had a little vacation tryst together. No one in my house suspected a thing. And his parents were very accepting when they caught us 69-ing on the living room carpet in the middle of the night. Nice family.
And yes, the resort I went to (as I am wont to do every year) was the place where "Levi's Muscles" is set. I didn't see the big guy, but I did find some grist for at least one more chapter while I was there. We'll see how long it takes for me to write it.
Since I got home, I've been busy digging through my archived files. I remember when I first posted "Shane", years ago, I got rave reviews (if I do say so myself) for the story. So, I'm reposting it, starting today. Chapter 1 (of 3) is now up for your enjoyment.
Hope you're staying healthy, and your summer (for those in the northern hemisphere) is going well. (For you down-under types, hope your winter is snowy and cold, and you have a Merry Christmas.*)
* Yeah, I know it doesn't work that way.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 19, 2020
THE FIFTH CHAPTER OF LEVI'S MUSCLES is now up. This is written as the conclusion of this little yarn, but who knows what inspiration might strike me....
MONDAY, AUGUST 17, 2020
AVID IN AUSTIN is now up in its entirety. Hope you enjoy (or, re-enjoy) it. The more times I put the text of this story into my text-to-speech talker, the more I like listening to it. Despite not being able to find a voice that isn't stilted and computery, I like to listen (almost as much as I like to watch).
And speaking of liking. Today's guy is jaw-droppingly* muscular, no? Fudge... that big, thick vein on his biceps (technically, called the cephalic vein) is, to me, the hottest thing Ev-r.
Roll your mouse over him and you'll see what I said when I first found this pic. Personally, I'd like to roll something other than my mouse over him.
Can you imagine showing up at your local coffee house and seeing this muscle god sitting there, just minding his own business, sipping on his coffee? Like... you know, he was just a regular dude? I'd scald myself with my coffee. Then I'd sit down somewhere, with a perfect view of him, and pretend like nothing had happened.
Then I'd whip it out. I mean... I'd whip out my laptop and finish the last chapter of Levi's Muscles for publishing on Wednesday (most likely). :)
OH: I went to have my oil changed today (or as I like to tell it, I got lubed up real good). And get this: The guy who serviced me (my car, anyway) was named Levi. Said so right there on his shirt. Hand-to-one-of-the-gods. I took it as a sign.
* Mr. Spell-checker says this is not a word. Obviously, Mr. Spell-checker is not a sthenolagniac. (He doesn't like that word either.)
SATURDAY, AUGUST 15, 2020
ODAY'S WEATHER FORECAST for my little corner of the world calls for the temperature to reach 100°F (that's 37.8° for those of you who prefer a Celsius kind of world... and BTW, what ever happened to Centegrade? Why don't we call it that? Sounds more muscular to me. Think I might start a petition.).
Anyhoo, while it's not unheard-a to hit the triple digits here, it isn't an every-year thing, fersher. Take a gander at the thermometer in the left margin to see if the forecasters got close.
I think some of the heat is being caused by the fact that "Levi's Muscles, Chapter Four" is now UP for your masturbatory (I hope) pleasure. Makes everyone a bit hotter, just reading about this muscle man. In fact, today's guy is so excited about it, he's doing a hand stand! Whoda thunk?!
THURSDAY, AUGUST 13, 2020
OR YOUR MASTURBATORY PLEASURE, the next chapter of my latest BSN story is "up." (Hope you are too, BTW—up that is.)
The observant CWS will note that there's been a change in the title of said yarn. I decided to rename this series "Levi's Muscles." That's mostly because it is more descriptive, and also because no one really gives a fuck about the storyteller, Callum. Right? I mean, let's be honest. You're here for the muscle. Thence, you'll wannabe (or is it "Wannamaker:"?*) looking for it under the new title. Chapter Three has been thrown up. In the Muscle Story section, that is.
Which brings us (in a rather circuitous manner, if not an actual unconnected manner) to today's guy, and his muscle-worshipping protégé, Robin. Seems Mattman promised Robin a taste of his genitalia as soon as they arrived at the, ahem, Mattcave. Matt is the gloriously muscular, selfie-taking bodybuilder in the foreground. The guy in the background, who is ostensibly giving the "hang loose" sign (and talking in the speech bubble), is Robin, the Boy Wanderer. (Not a typo.)
Seems Matt and Rob are going to have a very enjoyable evening.
If Matt would just put down the damn phone.
[OH, and I'm not really pleased with the look of the new DropCaps. Think I'll do new, new ones. Thoughts?]
[OH, OH! And just twixt you-n-me, I'm looking for a few good men! (Don't.) I mean, actually, in this case a woman or two would do as well. Yeah. It's for proofreading and evaluating a website that I'm building. Being a true fan of ManOfSteel wouldn't hurt. Prospective applicants would want to send me an email. I shan't give my email here. One of the criteria is that you know how to, you know, be intelligent enough to find things.]
[OH, OH, OH! And a huge thank you for your comments and emails. I survive on your feedback. Thanks so much.]
* You'll wanna(maker) read the story to get this reference.
SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 2020
NCE IN A GREAT WHILE, the time comes for a new muscle story. A BRAND SPANKING NEW muscle story. (Also, once in a while, it's time for new drop-caps.)
The CWS will note that that time is today.
Yep. This week I started working on, and completed much of, a new story of muscle discovery and worship. I threw up (onto the site) the first two chapters today, and they're ready for the frisky reader's perusal.
Please feel free to enjoy said story, HERE.
THURSDAY, juLY 30, 2020
HAT WE HAVE HERE IS... (to paraphrase a famous movie line) a failure to masturbate.
Actually, it's the the total opposite of that phrase (which reminds me of the way the media too-frequently reports the news*).
For, you see, today we have a nice little example of a successful masturbation session. And it's by a really gorgeous, lean, tall, young, muscled frat guy.
This is an older video clip, but you know, when it's good it never really gets old, right? I can't remember this guy's name (sorry... but I just KNOW there's a CWS out there who will elucidate me... please?) but I do remember that he later went into actual bodybuilding (obviously he had the foundation already). Wish I could see more (in more ways than one) of him.
Anyhoo, roll that mouse of yours over today's pic to see the man of whom I speak. BTW, the astute CWS might be asking, What is that picture, anyway? Said pic is the result of today's guy's masturbatory efforts: A cum-soaked napkin. His cum-soaked napkin. IMO, the actual ejaculation didn't impress me that much, but his muscle cam session, interaction with his frat-boi buddies, and the repartee he had with his fans (on the computer) was quite entertaining. Not to mention watching that lean, muscular body of his as he played with himself (and his audience).
"Where, Seanny," the anxious reader of this blog is asking, "can we see this muscle cam jerk-off video?"
Well, glad you asked. How 'bout right HERE. It lasts the good part of an hour. You can thank me later.
OH, and a couple more chapters of my old story "David in Austin" are up.
* I've actually watched press conferences, and then later watched the evening news story that reported on said press conference and nearly fell out of my Barcalounger®! "That's not at ALL what that person said! I saw and heard the exact words and context!" I get so disenchanted with the news media. And I know what good journalism is! I worked on my high school newspaper, forcryingoutloud! And yes, I did allude to this position in my last post. Don't get me started.
TUESDAY, juLY 28, 2020
UMMER IS DEFINITELY HERE! And I absolutely love it. Us Oregonians definitely appreciate these hot, sunny days. It's been in the upper 90s (over 32C) the past few days, and the next few days promise to provide 90 degree weather again.
It's not uncommon for Portland temperatures to get this high in the summer, contrary to the prevailing understanding of outsiders. And this is why I love this place. Here, we actually get all four seasons. Summer can be hot; autumn is breathtakingly beautiful; winter can be snowy and fun; spring is bright and wondrous. It's a playground here
But then there's the recent "unrest" that has put Portland into the headlines around the world. The misinformation that the mainstream media vomits all over the place... about the unrest here? Well, let's just say that the information you see is only partly (and what part is that?) accurate. I shan't get into that. This isn't a political site. It's a muscle site.
Which brings me to today's post.
And muscle fascination.
So, with that, we (re-)present the final chapters of the "David & Goliath" series. This series was originally presented years ago, yet only now are they newly available to the muslce-worshipping public. Like you.
So feel free to click on the SEAN'S MUSCLE STORIES link, above.
SATURDAY, juLY 25, 2020
'M ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE ABOUT responding to emails in a timely manner. If you've ever contacted me via email, you'll know what I'm talking about.
But please don't let that deter you! I DO respond. Always (usually)! It might take awhile, but I really usually do respond!
Which brings me to today's post. I'm responding to the pleadings of the CWSs who frequent this seedy site. Just today, I responded to a request to re-post the DAVID IN AUSTIN series. Episode One is up now. And another person asked if I'd continue the SIR NATHAN series, and/or the MASS series. Ima think about that. I appreciate your emails, and your requests.
Today's guy, I think, must be Jason from the AUSTIN story. Check him out (in a literary way) in the SEAN'S MUSCLE STORIES section.
OH, and I've also reposted Chapter 5 of the DAVID & GOLIATH series. Check out that same muscle stories page.