Sunday, october 6, 2019
S A SPECIAL HALLOWEEN TREAT, THIS MONTH I'm going to be re-posting a few stories from old. And actually I've updated these stories altogether. So even if they sound familiar, I think you'll enjoy them. The stories that I'm posting this week were originally posted as three short stories, in a group.
First, tonight, we have "JAYDEN'S POWER". It was originally posted, back in the day, as "Julio".
DO COME BACK ON TUESDAY: 10/8, for the second new/old/dressed-up and reposted story!
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2019
T'S BEEN A NICE SATURDAY IN PORTLAND, and I'm soaking in the last few days of summer here. As the studious CWS may—or may not—know, autumn begins on Monday, the 23rd. IMHO, that seems a tad late. Doesn't fall usually start on either the 21st or the 22nd?
Sounds like some kind of conspiracy to me.
I think someone's playing with us. The purpose: yet unknown. But it sounds nefarious, fersher.
Other than that, it's a nice weekend. The last one of summer, apparently. But make no doubt about it, autumn is prolly my favorite season. Not to downplay the shirtless wonder of summer, but as far as actual seasons go, fall is pretty darn spectacular here in the Specific Northwest.
And what, you are asking, does this have to do with muscle?
Nuttin', I-spose. I just wanted to say "hi", and ask how things are hanging.
Oh, and I also wanted to ask you: What should be my next move?
Oh, and PS: I'm addicted to the A&E Network's "LIVE PD" series. It's fascinating to watch. And the numerous, actually real, hunky, gorgeous police officers from the various departments the show follows—SO HAWT to watch!
SUNDAY, JULY 28, 2019
ELL HOWDY THERE! HOW THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN? Me: Fantastic! Yeah, things have been happening (you know, life). Yet so many things remain the same, right?
Thanks to the jillions of you who sent me emails after I posted about the Moon Landing last weekend. (Okay, maybe it was only a half-jillion, but still, it means a lot when peeps take the time...)
So anyway, let's just jump right in to this evening's post, shall we? One of my friends has (repeatedly) mentioned how cool REDDIT is. There's a bunch of sub-reddits that deal with gay stuff, hot dudes, muscle dudes, buff dudes, bodybuilder dudes... you get the idea. So I've been poking around there. But I need your help!
Secondly, I've discovered "LIVE•PD". It's a real-life TV show on the A&E network, and it's cool... especially since they have a couple-three really HAWT cops on there. There's Sr. Deputy Garo Brown; he's a sheriff's deputy in Richland County, SC (Columbia, SC area), and holy-fucking-help-me-lord-to-not-act-on-these-feelings... He's a new version of Ronnie Coleman (who was also a cop back in the day)! My other favorite cop on the show is Officer Kingrey, in Indiana. SO gorgeously cute, hot, and in charge. (And he has some dance moves too!) Oh, and we can't forget Officer Cute (that's his NAME!) in Rhode Island. Holy hell this show is wonderful.
Et tu? Have you seen "Live•PD"? Have any favorite cops? How about "Live+Rescue"? That's a whole nother show... and whole nother blog post.
So anyhoo, welcome me back? Email me? COMMENT? I cannot guarantee what the future holds, but for now, MuscleStimulus.com is a nice summertime diversion.
SATURDAY, jULY 20, 2019
0 YEARS AGO TODAY, THE MOST MOMENTOUSLY EPIC moment in human history occurred. IMO.
Do you remember where you were? ...if you actually were, yet. As for me, I was. I was here. Truth be told, I was about 50 miles south of here.
It was the summer of my eleventh year (i.e., I was 10 years old). So yeah...do the math, and your perceptions of how youthfully vigorous I am might possibly be tainted. Who cares. I feel like I'm only 10 years older than I was back then (maths: 20).
So yeah, I was some 50 miles south of my present location (btw, did you know I've never lived outside of the county of my birth? Tis true.). And you wanna know more? The reason I was away from home this week in 1969 was because I was... (wait for it...) at CHURCH CAMP. Yep. Like I said, I was 10, and it was church camp week. Didn't really like church camp; throwing faggots into the campfire was particularly disconcerting. (Years later, members of the same church denomination that put on this camp would undoubtedly try to "pray the gay away" for me. I'm happy to say that their prayers were decidedly not answered.)
Ima be kind of honest here...I actually remember the lifeguard at camp more than I remember this historic event. He was big, muscular and blond. And he was NICE to me! Damn, I wanted to be his best friend.
But I digress.
The reason I do remember this historic event is because they'd set up a (black-&-white) TV in the rustic, open-beamed, cafeteria/great hall of the camp. There were a couple rows of chairs—those uncomfortable, grey/brown metal ones from the era—set up, and I definitely remember walking through the room and stopping to watch images of the lunar module on the surface. Seems I remember Armstrong (he was so cute!) and Aldrin traipsing around a bit too. It's hard to know for sure if my memory is accurate, because I've seen footage of that day so many times now. But I DO remember seeing some of it on that old Zenith at camp.
That day, President Nixon (wasn't he just a great man?*) spoke to the two astronauts from the Oval Office. He said: "For every American, this has to be the proudest day of our lives." Yeah, it will never leave my memory. (That, and the gorgeous blond lifeguard at camp.)
Here are two of my favorite sites/videos that relate to this amazing event:
https://apolloinrealtime.org/11/ An ASTOUNDING site.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBdyzTvA3oA Uncle Walter, and his inimitable manner.
*This is what's known as sarcasm.
FRIDAY, january 4, 2019
O THERE I WAS, JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when today's guy—a dead ringer for Kris Evans—hops off his motorcycle and asks, "Hey, man, you need a ride?"
Of course I did. But I had to play it all cool and suave, you know. I don't just hop on any mode of transportation, and wrap my arms around just any muscular torso. I mean, I'm not easy.
I'm not I'm not I'm not.
The guy had already opened up his black and orange jacket, ostensibly so I could see all those mounds. Of stuff.
But I wanted more. "Um... I might need a ride... if you take off that jacket." I bit my lower lip and swept my pointed-toe back and forth in the gravel while I stared at him.
Long story short, we rode out of town and grabbed some dinner in some random diner. Where we had a really nice meal. Of course after we ate, we had "dessert" (as they call it) on the table in our booth. Right there in front of God and all the patrons.
So yeah. This year is starting off just fine.
Except for this next paragraph:
Daryl Dragon, the other half of the Captain & Tennille died this week. The astute, longtime CWS prolly already has a hint as to the age of your Web Host, but in case anyone was wondering, the fact that I'm mentioning Mr. Dragon's passing should remove all doubt as to my decade of "emergence."
I hope Love Will Keep Us Together in 2019. Stick around and let's have some fun!
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2018 • BOXING DAY
ANY, MANY HAPPY WISHES FOR A WONDERFUL holiday season to you all, my faithful CWSs! I hope your Hanukka was Happy, your Christmas was Merry, your Kwanzaa Happy & Merry, and your Boxing Day Superlative.
And speaking of Boxing Day, I certainly hope that you got exactly what you wanted when you returned those unwanted gifts today. Yes, Virginia, there's nothing like a Santa Clause with a liberal return policy.
So, with all of those requisite, gushy, good wishes thence delivered, let's turn our attention to an infinitely more important topic: ME. Just kidding. Actually I just want to touch on what's in store for 2019 here on MuscleStimulus.com. And to be honest, I have no idea. Maybe more posts. Maybe more pictures. Dunno for sure.
Anyhoo... hope your 2018 closes out good!
MONDAY, DECEMBER 3, 2018
N DECEMBER 17TH, TUMBLR WILL BEGIN BANNING ADULT CONTENT. This means Seanny's tumblr blog will be going away. Maybe. I might stick around and just post non-adult pix of gorgeous muscle men. Dunno yet.
More to come... and definitely, more to cum!
THURSDAY, November 22, 2018 • THANKSGIVING
OR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FANS OF RECENT HISTORY it was on this day in 1963 that President Kennedy was assassinated.
Yeah, this isn't really a typical Thanksgiving post, but it is of historical significance. Plus, I get all "news junkie" about stuff that happened in the 1960s.
So, if'n you simply have to leave the Turkey Dinner table early (perhaps because Aunt Minnie won't stop talking about how Trump has "turned our country around(!)" or perhaps because Old Uncle Art [the family calls him Art the Fart] keeps grabbing your knee under the table), then head for some solitude and enjoy this coverage as it really happened. So much fun stuff from the TV soap opera and commercials too!
CLICKY ON UNCLE WALTER to see.
WEDNESDAY, November 21, 2018 • THANKSGIVING EVE
S A MEMBER OF THE ELITE, HOITY-TOITY MUSCLE PRESS, Yours Truly is often invited to the most glorious, exciting, stimulating, hoity-toity muscle events.
Such was the case this last weekend.
It was the "WNBF Worlds", more officially known as the hoity-toity WNBF Cellucor® World Championships. This is the crème de la crème of the drug-free (Natural) bodybuilding world. You've heard of the "Olympia" bodybuilding extravaganza in the mainstream (steroid) bodybuilding world? Well, the WNBF Worlds is to Natural Bodybuilding (drug-free) what the Olympia is to the drug-full competitions. Jus' sayin'.
In the WNBF, all contestants are drug-tested at every competition. And every competitor undergoes a polygraph test to ensure they haven't been doping. It's the standard for drug-free bodybuilding.
And Yours Truly was invited to attend.*
So, having graciously accepted said gracious, succulent, glorious invitation to attend the hoity-toity WNBF Cellucor® World Championships in Los Angeles, I dutifully made my way from My Fair City south, to the gargantuan, over-populated, smoggy City of Angels (aka "Satan's Bedroom).
Allow me to present a brief aside here: LA is too big for its own good. It's crowded; it's full of itself; it's always sunny**, it's endless, it's totally Californicated, and it's waaaay too busy. That said, the people that I bumped into there were universally kind, friendly, helpful, and usually handsome. And actually, even the women there were handsome. And friendly. And helpful.
There's nuttin' like a handsome, helpful woman to make your trip into Satan's Bedroom a more endurable experience.
So, even if I hadn't rubbed shoulders with the most muscular, lean, ripped, Natural bodybuilders on the Planet this weekend, I'd have to say my trip to LA was nice. Except for the fact that the hotel didn't tuck the sheets into the mattress at the bottom. What in fuck is that all about? The only places in the entire WORLD that I run into this phenomenon is in hotels. I can hear the manager now: "DO NOT TUCK the sheets into the foot of the bed! We want our guests to be frustrated!"
I think I need to take a POLL: "Do you not actually tuck your sheets and blankets into the foot of your bed?" Or, are you possibly insane?
So anyhoo, let's get back to the subject at hand: Muscular, gorgeous, bodybuilder-type, MEN.
The WNBF Worlds contest was held at some random venue near Redondo Beach. It was a nice place. Plush seats. Muscles everywhere. Actually, you couldn't have thrown a dead chicken around the countryside without hitting some gorgeous, muscled, bodybuilder.
I was in heaven.***
It was a muscle-lover's nirvana. I've been to numerous bodybuilding contests over the course of my lifetime, and I have to admit the WNBF Worlds LA 2018 contest was the best. Seriously dizzying muscle. Just gorgeous muscle men. Lean, ripped muscle everywhere one looked.
One might expect that the competitors would be the real draw for us sthenolagniacs. And indeed, those competitors were definitely jerk-off-worthy. But in my experience, I've found that it's often the muscled members of the audience that actually inspire my cock to produce a boner. And this past weekend was no exception. (Yet, make no mistake, my cock jumped more than once as I watched the muscled competitors flex all over hell on the stage.) There were more lean-muscled-huge dudes attending that I've ever seen in one place. And mind you, these men were GORGEOUS. Just... well, I'm at a loss for adequate words to describe how many men... just... holy hell...
I think I came in my hotel room a dozen times after each day's proceeding. Just WAY too many muscle men.
And so, yes. I'm rambling. I'm stupefied by the gorgeous, lean, massive muscle that I witnessed this weekend.
Okay. Think. Gather yourself, Sean. Gather. Settle. Breathe. Take deep breaths. Breathe...
• • • • •
Well anyway, on my return flight back to Portland, I actually had the good fortune to sit next to a gay dude; he was so totally cute. Young, energetic, a resident of Hawaii, grows orchids (or some flower) for a living. Just such a cutie.
I didn't get his name. I didn't even reveal my true identity to said cutie. I'm sure if I had, he'd've been all over me. And really, I just wanted to get home.
And truthfully, I've already joined the mile-high club.
So there's that.
But anyway, said cutie was all over the fact that I was actually from Portland (he was just flying to PDX to catch a connecting flight). Yeah, Portland is cool. And when people learn that I'm from the Rose City, well, they get all friendly and stuff.
Been there; done that.
Of course, if'n I'd divulged my true Superhero Web identity to said cutie, it'd been all over 'cept the orgasm. Trust me: It's a burden for us famous-types.
So, let me leave you with this THANKSGIVING miracle. If you want some good stuff to read this weekend, check out my time-honored book, "Muscle 'Holladay'". It's about a Thanksgiving weekend gone WONDERFUL. The ULTIMATE muscle fantasy, IMO.
And yet, is it not time to wrap up this here blog post? Yes. Let's:
HAPPY THANKSGIVING to y'all. I am SO THANKFUL for my many followers. Thank you for your support, your enthusiastic love, and your never-ending fascination with my work! Please be safe this holiday week, and be sure to THANK those you love for their contributions to your life.
* Okay, my best friend, who was competing, asked me to come down to LA and watch the show. I wasn't an actual "guest" of the WNBF, in the strictest definition of the term. But I was a guest of my favorite bodybuilder, EvEr.
** THIS Oregonian doesn't consider "always sunny" to be an asset.
*** Figuratively speaking. I neither died, nor was converted back to Christianity while in Satan's Bedroom.
TUESDAY, November 13, 2018
Y LATEST MUSCLE BOOK IS NOW AVAILABLE! Mediterranean Muscle is a tale of muscle lust and subversive intrigue.
What makes this book so deliciously delicious is that I've achieved my life-long dream of collaborating with my favorite render artist, ManOfSteel. (Okay, life-long in the sense the "life of me knowing him".) Mediterranean Muscle "stars" ManOfSteel's DAVID, as Kellan, quite likely the most wonderfully-developed, gorgeous, strong, ripped, huge and lean physique in the world.
Aboard a luxury yacht, the Manhattan, four filthy-rich men are spending a long weekend with their guest of honor, Kellan (DAVID). And each man is hopelessly stricken with my favorite "malady", Sthenolagnia. Yeah, they're kindred spirits, if you know what I mean. After they depart Athens on the Manhattan and finally get to lay their eyes (and some other body parts) on Kellan, the billionaires are besides themselves with lust. Over the three-day-weekend, they'll each get a chance to get to know Kellan more intimately. The weekend is supposed to climax (ahem) with a muscle-strength challenge for Kellan, a challenge that will likely test his strength to its very limit.
But will they even get that far? Seems someone on the boat might be up to no good. Hmmm....
The book is available for Kindle, on amazon.com right now, for $2.99USD. (It's also available in other countries' Amazon book sites as well.) Please know, though, that YOU DO NOT NEED A KINDLE DEVICE to read this book. There are FREE apps you can download to your PC, Mac, iOS and Android devices. Check out THIS PAGE to get one.
So, have at it! One favor: After you read the book, can you please do me a solid, and take just a minute to return to the Amazon page where you bought the book (link below), and leave a review? And as many stars as you like? Reviews and stars are the lifeblood of Amazon authors, so both ManOfSteel and I would greatly appreciate it! (He and I are splitting proceeds 50/50. We prolly won't get rich on this, but it might help out the coffee fund!) THANK YOU for your ongoing support!
HERE IS THE LINK TO GET MEDITERRANEAN MUSCLE. Enjoy! OH, if you want to read another "blurb" about the book, and see a few of ManOfSteel's renders in the book, have a gander HERE.
MONDAY, November 12, 2018
HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR THE BOOK RELEASE of the year! It's happening tomorrow.
If you love muscle worship stories and tales of inhumanly delicious strength—tested to its very limits, you're going to love this book! I'll have more juicy, tempting tidbits about the book in tomorrow's post, as well as a link to where you can get it. Stay tuned!