SUNDAY, june 10, 2018
UP HERE IN THE SPECIFIC NORTHWEST, summer is welcomed like... well, like the wonderful season that it is.
It's a time to celebrate warmth. Sunshine. It's a time to crank up the air conditioning (for two weeks) and feel like the couple grand you spent on it was a good investment. And it's a time to go to the beach. And even though summer hasn't actually begun yet, after Memorial Day, I figure it's summer.
So it was no surprise to this well-known and rightly revered author when I found myself gazing down upon a popular boardwalk in one of Oregon's more prominent coastal towns. It's not an unusual situation for me during good, summer-like, weather. Anyway, it was during one of these moments that I observed a lone couple perched on the wrong side of the fence, ostensibly enjoying the view of the Specific. It's a big ocean, by the way.
Whilst I sat there, watching the boys go by, keeping one eye on the male half of the couple, one particularly strapping piece of manhood came strolling down the walkway. And boy, was he off-the-charts mind-blowing! I mean, look at the picture I snapped! Tell me what you'd do if you leaned over the balcony and saw THIS walking down the way!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I nearly fell over the railing.
But I composed myself. And then snapped today's picture. The amazing thing was that when I snapped it, two pictures actually showed up on my phone! Mouse over the picture, and you'll see. Click on it and you'll see even better. I have no idea how those speech bubbles got in there. So weird.
[OH... BTW, I just reposted an old story, "Bice." Check it out on my MUSCLE STORIES page. Stuff is listed alphabetically there, so, it'll be, you know, right between the "Adam" & "Chad" stories.]
Saturday, june 9, 2018
TODAY'S LESSON IS ON THE PROPER DEVELOPMENT and display of the pectoralis major. The pectorals, jointly known colloquially as the chest, are the prominent muscles at the upper portion of the torso, usually just above the abdominals.
Well-developed pecs are often a source of pride in a man; they are frequently admired by onlookers and oglers, as they—more than any other muscle group (save, perhaps biceps and triceps)—tend to hypostatize virility and strength.
A chest is developed by various exercises, the most popular being the bench press. A common perception of a man’s strength often leads to the age-old question: “How much can you bench?” Other exercises used in pectoral development are: dumbell flys, dumbbell presses (both performed on either a horizontal, declined or inclined bench position); cable flys, and more.
Men who have a well-developed chest often display their pecs proudly, especially in the summer months, when open-style tank tops are in vogue (see today’s man in the white & teal outfit). Yet, pecs (and all muscle groups) can also be highlighted by wearing form-fitting clothing. Unfortunately, too many men do not know how to “feature” their pectoral development to its greatest advantage. (If you are one of these men, please let me know. I give one-on-one seminars.)
It has been suggested by many who are fortunate enough to suffer from sthenolagnia, that men with deliciously-large, hard, protruding (yet supple) pectorals should keep them on display year-round. This ideology is sometimes referred to as IYGIFI. An example of IYGIFI would be a man wearing the aforementioned white & teal tank top to any occasion, including (but not limited to) weddings, bar mitzvahs, dinner on the town, graduations, baptisms, birthday parties, bachelor’s parties, circumcisions, bar fights, airplane flights, work, etc. Obviously, this very tasteful teal ensemble could also be worn to many informal events, such as grocery shopping, getting the car lubed, your kid’s soccer game, a neighborhood bar-be-cue, and mowing the lawn, just to name a few.
The idea is to allow as many muscle-worshipping dudes as possible to feast their eyes on your delicious masculinity.
Thursday, june 7, 2018
WE AT MUSCLESTIMULUS REALIZE the CWS who frequents our site wants to see more than just pictures of bodybuilders posing on stage.
First of all, said CWS might possibly be interested in reading gay erotica. But I’m talkin’ ‘bout the pictures right now. We who are bona fide sufferers of sthenolagnia love muscles, but it’s a love born out of masturbatory need and lascivious desires. Muscles turn us on. Sexually. So you, the aforementioned CWS, expect more from this website. You want muscles, but you want them with a handsome face. A boner on the dude wouldn’t hurt either. Hence today’s man. Oh, BTW, mouse over the pic. Do it. I dare you. (You can click on the guy too, if you're into that kind of thing.)
One could argue that sthenolagnia is a malady—a disorder. A condition what needs correcting.
One could argue.
Yet, that’s exactly what they said (& some still say) about being gay in the first place. Personally, having gone through a “Pray the Gay Away” program, I found it to be somewhat ineffective.
So, I think we need to get the word out that there are lots of us Sthenos. If we’re going to be all-inclusive, we might want to add another letter to LGBTQ. It started out as LGBT anyway, didn’t it? (Hell, now there are a bunch of iterations of the acronym. Even: LGBTTQQIAAP.) How about we add an “S” to the basic, most used LGBTQ: LGBTQS. Has a nice ring to it. Or maybe LGBTQM. Maybe we’ll have a poll to see which one you like. Suggestions?
Which reminds me, I’ve added the ability to post comments on my blog posts. (Polls are coming!) So, dig in and start typing! Just remember, we have but one hard-and-fast rule here at MuscleStimulus. (We have other things that are hard, and some of us are indeed fast, but that’s another blog post.) The rule is this: “Be kind to one another.” Yes, it’s Ellen’s mantra. But I’m sure she won’t mind if I develop a whole rule around it. If she does object, well, that wouldn’t be very kind would it, and her credibility would go down the drain faster than her former “gardener” “Nick” gets me hard (but that’s a whole nother blog post). So when you comment, remember the rule.
Do comment though; I love feedback (if it’s from a kind heart). I even appreciate negative feedback—although if you have something really horrid to say, I’d appreciate a one-on-one email. Positive, flattering, praising, fawning accolades are always welcome. Other than muscle men, I live for compliments. It’s part of who I am. And heaven knows, I prolly deserve them. The compliments. I often wake in the morning and look in the mirror and say to me, “How in the world are you such a fantastic person? Is there any noble quality that you lack?”
Inevitably, the mirror offers up the same suggestion, every day: “How about humility?”
I scoff. “Are you seer? Moi?” I ask with concealed perturbation.
Silly mirror. The thing also makes me look ten pounds fatter than I really am. I swear.
It needs to take a lesson from Ellen.
Wednesday, june 6, 2018
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY, make sure to tell your friends about my site! Tell your tumblr friends, your Grindr® friends. Tell your partner(s). Tell your dentist. Your mother for cryin' out loud! Shout it from the mountaintops!
Also, I'm open to suggestions as to, you know, what to do from here. I have a rather fertile mind, but it never hurts to get a second opinion. Not sayin' I'll actually do everything that people say, but you just never know.
See ya' tomorrow!
Tuesday, june 5, 2018
ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT BEING a world-famous smut author and purveyor of fine gay muscle porn, is that I'm constantly exposed to hunky muscle dudes coming up to me and wanting to get to know me. It's a burden I don't bare lightly, lemmetellya.
So anyway, after the other day's encounter with the muscle hunk in the shower (and points south), today I was chillin' in a public restroom just off the Interstate (as I am occasionally wont to do).
Well, who should respond to my under-the-stall-divider "query" but today's guy?! (pic @ right) Who knew guys with deliciously huge pecs and insanely developed washboard abs sometimes need to go potty while they're freeway-driving? Anyway, once the dude finally let go of my ankle, we both emerged from our respective stalls and introduced ourselves. His name was Jase. I told him I was Seanny.
He said, "Yeah, I know. I recognized your ankle. I don't let just anyone fish for me under the stall divider."
Wasn't quite sure what to say to that.
Well he quickly locked the door to the rest-stop restroom (but not before he put a sign on it that said, "CLOSED DUE TO MAINTENANCE." He told me he always carried a sign like that in his pocket, just in case.
I didn't ask him "Just in case, what?". I really didn't wanna know.
Within a minute we were both nekkid. And my hands were all over him: his muscles. He said, "On your knees, web-slut." I didn't have it in me to argue with the somewhat inaccurate moniker he used. I just obeyed. Once in position, I took today's pic.
He was delicious, on so many levels.
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[Yep, I guess the new Tooltip extension is working just fine.]
SUNDAY, june 3, 2018
I TOOK A FEW MINUTES out from rebuilding the site and writing today to head back to the gym. Nice workout. I headed for the locker room, and then decided to take a shower there, instead of going home to do it (as I am wont to do—too many leering eyes because of my quite muscular build makes privacy a top priority for me*).
Well, little did I know that today I was going to become the leerer, instead of being the leeree!
OMG, the guy with the water running all over his delicious muscles was amazing! Better'n me! As I leered at him, watching his muscles glisten under the shimmering water, my eyes then landed on a firehose. Well, that's what I named it when I first saw it. Holly hell: big muscles, huge cock!
The guy looks at me and says... "Hey, you're Seanny Scott, aren't you?" (I get that a lot.)
"I visited your new website last night. Really busted out a load, all over my computer," he smiled.
"Dang. That's good to know."
He turned off the water and approached me. When he got really close, he grinned at me and asked, "You wanna come over to my place and maybe give me the grand tour of your site? Maybe help me relieve myself again?"
*Some or all of today's post might be somewhat ficticious.
SATURDAY, june 2, 2018
"It's been a long road, getting from there to here..." (Song lyrics from the theme from the TV series "Enterprise"–a wonderful song) Anyway, it's also been a long few days. I've been working on stuff for this site, between family gatherings and other fun. So this blog post is gonna be short. I'll hopefully be back to my own loquacious self very soon. But I'm thinking the CWS might want me to get more stuff posted (old stories), instead of waxing chatty on this here blog. I'll try to balance.
Friday, june 1, 2018
Well howdy! Where have you been? More importantly, where have I been?
I'd tell you but I can't actually remember.
So, I don't promise to post often but I do promise to post. And even more importantly (perhaps), I plan on reposting as many of my old stories that I can. We'll see.
*Curious Web Surfer