FRIDAY, AUGUST 19, 2022
AAAND WE HAVE the final chapter of The Captain and his Privates! It's up, HERE, ready for your perusal.
But fret not that it's over. I have more stuff in the oven. As I mentioned in the last post, I'm having fun remembering my days as a youth at Church Camp.
Although today's guy (by the artist Matt) is a model for Sgt. Aaron West in the Privates story, he's also a dead ringer for the lifeguard I fell in lust with way back then.
So, do stay tuned.
tuesday, AUGUST 16, 2022
OOD NEWS! I'VE completed the body of the next chapter of The Captain and his Privates. Now I just need to do the tweaking—editing, double-checking, etc. I plan on having it up this weekend, if not sooner. Thanks for your patience!
I’ve also been working on a new story. It’s about a kid at summer Church Camp. The camp lifeguard is a bodybuilder: blond, built, big, bulging, buff and beautiful. Jus’ sayin’. The kid has a fantasy or two of course. I think you’ll enjoy reading it. Not sure when the story will be finished, but I’m thinking it’ll be a great little yarn to kind of wrap up the summer. Such lifeguard summer memories….
Maybe today’s pic will hold you over till I post the church camp story. This is (for the most part) the lifeguard in question. He’s behind the counter helping new campers sign in for the week.
I, for one, plan on spending lots o’ time at the camp's lake this week.
Hope your summer is going well. Stay tuned for more!
SUNDAY, AUGUST 7, 2022
AM RETURNED FROM my summer vacation. Yes. It was wonderful.
I planned on writing more of "The Captain and his Privates" story—the final chapter—but I was too busy enjoying Central Oregon to get much done.
If you've never been to the high desert of Central Oregon, I highly recommend it. When most people thing of my home state, they think: Drizzle, rain, homeless camps in Portland, rain, and more drizzle.
But get this: Did you know that most of Oregon is kinda dry? It's true. The Cascades run down the state, a little bit to the left of center and... well... the stuff on the left side of said range (west) is the drizzly part. MOST of the state is quite dry! It's true! Everything east of the Cascade mountain range is a LOT dryer than the drizzly west.
(Well, as a lifelong Oregonian, I did!)
But why, Seanny, the legs? Those massive, muscular, veiny legs?
Yes, I realize that's the question du jour.
My answer (don't hate me): I was just taking a bath, in my luxury Sunriver suite, and well, I thought you all might enjoy a pic of my legs.*
So anyway, even though I didn't finish the ultimate chapter of The Captain and his Privates, yet, now that I'm home, I'm back at it, busy writing! Hang tight! It's coming!
*Some or all of the "facts" presented in today's column may or may not be true.
MONDAY, JULY 25, 2022
EGINNING THIS SUNDAY (July 31) I will be vacationing at my family's villa* in Central Oregon. The book cover at the right might elucidate the CWS as to my affection for this venue.
Click on the pic, and buy the book if you wanna. It's not specifically about muscle, but it's def. gay. And it's def. close to my own personal experience/fantasies of yore.
The story is from years ago, yet it will always give the reader a glimpse into my favorite summer holidayplace. This is truth.
And also, if you'll be in Sunriver next week, let me know. Would be fun to meet you for coffee or some-such (if you're not some kind of stalker/Charles Manson/Boston Strangler/GOP-mercenary-of-gays kind of person; I do not intend to be murdered or harassed).
That said, I intend to spend much of next week in Sunriver writing the final chapter to "The Captain and his Privates". Yes, sorry, it's barely started, so don't get your hopes up for a reveal before mid-August. Jus' sayin'. But let me say this: The wait will be worth it. Promise.
* You need to believe how horribly rich I am. It's a given, k?
MONDAY, JULY 18, 2022
HERE IS NOTHING, in my opinion, that compares to the wonderfulness of SUMMER—what with all the hot (both temperaturally-speaking, and sexily-speaking) shirtless dudes flaunting their goods everywhere.
It's what I was made for.*
And well, you just won't believe what happened t'other day: So... I was just minding my own business, changing into my sexy Speedos® swimwear in anticipation of taking a dip in the sea, when what to my wondering eyes should appear—outside my changing hut—but this guy.
"Hey, you're Sean Reid Scott, the uber-famous, unbelievably successful, rich, friendly, empathetic, talented, gorgeous dude who writes gay erotica and runs that amazing website... what's it called... muscle stim... stimulation? Muscle Stimulation? That's you, right?" he blurted (obviously flummoxed at my uber presence).
(Normally, I'd have furrowed my brow and corrected him: "Musclestimulus.com, you jerk." But he was so fucking BUILT! Those arms, those shoulders, those pecs, those abs.... Yeah, no brow-furrowing gonna happen here.) "Why, yes. That's me. Are you a fan?" I batted my eyelashes.
"Why, yes, I am," the stud said.
"Why how can I help you?" I asked.
"Why, to be honest, all the changing huts are occupado, if you take my meaning," the hunk smiled. "Are you almost finished in there? Can I take your hut when you're done?"
"Why, actually I'm not quite done. But why don't you just step inside. There's plenty of room in here."
"Oh, why, okay. Maybe I'll do just that," he smiled. "And well... maybe... like... perhaps...."
"Spit it out boy."
"Do you think you might be able to help me get into my Speedos®? They're kinda tight. And I'm a big boy down there, if you take my meaning. I could really use a deft hand."
Funny. I actually pride myself on the deftness of my hand.
So there's that.
OH, and if'n you're interested, CHAPTER 19 of The Captain and his Privates is ready for your perusal.**
*Yes, I do know that a preposition is something one should never end a sentence with.
**And your masturbatory pleasure. Please pleasure yourself (masturbatorilly-speaking) while you read. And of course, I wanna know if my words make you come. Of course.
TUESday, JULY 5, 2022
HIS MARINE JUST HAD TO TAKE a break from the Mr. Military Muscle contest... it just got to be too much! Muscles everywhere, and other dudes just whipping it out whenever they wanted. The entire hangar at JBLM was a living, breathing orgy!
So he stepped outside to get some air. Don't worry, though... he'll be going back inside real soon. Maybe he'll reevaluate his stance that kissing and jerking off and having man-sex in public is taboo. We can certainly hope.
Oh... if the next chapter is a little later in coming than usual, I trust you'll forgive me. I've actually barely just started it; I was keeping ahead of posting chapters pretty well, but things have taken more of my time. Fret not, tho. It's coming.
Then, hopefully, you will too. ;)
So... you wanna read the latest? (Chapter 18?) Well, you're in luck!
Sunday, JUNE 26, 2022
HE STRENGTH COMPETITION OF THE Mr. Military Muscle contest continues. It's time to see what will happen! Today's guy is one of the audience members. This pic was taken before he stripped everything off for more Freedom of Expression.
Thank you all for your many notes of encouragement! I really appreciate the feedback!
FRIDAY, JUNE 17, 2022
HO REALLY IS STRONGER? The extremely astute visitor to this site will know that your Host is extremely attracted to today's two gorgeous hunks.
On the left, pretending to be a sailor-dude, we have Alessandro Cavagnola. This man is, in my opinion, better looking than God Himself (Please, Lord, forgive my sins, K? We good? Thanks.*). Oh, and helpful hint: Watch this YouTube vid of Alessandro. But here's the real hint: After you watch it the first time, and you're ready to masturbate to it (which, of course), go to the "Settings" thingy on the YouTube and then play Alessandro again, atquarter speed. You're in for a jerk-off treat. Please let me know in the comments if you appreciated this little, no-cost tip.
On the right is none other than Sergi Constance. He's Spanish. He's fucking stunning.
Want I want is to have Alessandro and Sergi have a little fun time. Together. Alone. Nekkid.
Yet, I have no reason to assume that they'd be interested in that (even though Alessandro has actually done some BDSM stuff that is definitely jerk-off worthy). Yet, who cares. I can dream, can't I?
Speaking of dreams, are you ready for the next, dreamy chapter of The Captain and his Privates? I think you are. This is where we get to find out WHO IS STRONGER (a nod at today's post's title). The IMSSPC moves into the Let's find out, shall we?
* Since I'm an ex-evangelical, and all my peeps believe in the doctrine of "Eternal Security", even though I left the faith long ago, Jesus and me are like this. I'm in. And I'm pretty sure that according to the Catholics I am "innocently ignorant', which also means, "I'm in." SO, I've got two major religions/denominations backing me up, AND the confession that I'm just sure the Lord Himself has heard and accepted. Aint no one sending this reprobate to hell!
FRIDAY, JUNE 10, 2022
AVID McALLISTER, OUR HERO, is ready to show off his incomparable physique at tonight's IMSSPC (Mr. Military Muscle) show. And you know it will be a fantastic event!
Everyone has gathered in the JBLM hangar cum auditorium to see the muscle spectacle. And the other competitors are worried.
Or are they?
Seems some of the guys feel kinda good about the potential outcome of the Physique/Bodybuilding competition. Is the confidence justified? CLICKAGE HERE will land you the latest chapter in the Captain and his Privates saga (Ch. 15).
SATURDAY, JUNE 6, 2022
E GET THE IMSSPC (aka, Mr. Military Muscle) under way today with the morning compulsories. Here, at the right, is Marine Sgt. Aaron West, in prime form. You'll want to check out CHAPTER 14 of "The Captain and His Privates," which is now posted, for your masturbatory pleasure.
SATURDAY, MAY 28, 2022
O THERE I WAS, minding my own business, driving north on I-5* out of Portland. I was on my way up to Tacoma (JBLM to be precise), to attend the Mr. Military Muscle contest.
I had been asked to attend as a representative of the media, so I could write an in-depth exposé of the event. So, armed with my trusty Press Pass, I was on my way.
It's not a long drive from Portland to Tacoma, a couple of hours basically, but as is my wont, I decided to pull off the freeway and get a PayDay and a coffee, as well as tend to any physical urges I might have. (Admittedly, while I had been driving, I had been fantasizing about the upcoming contest, and the panoply of muscle that would be on display there.)
So yeah, I had urges.
Fortunately, the gas station-slash-mini-mart was equipped with a handy dandy restroom. It was a single-occupant restroom. I entered.
"Whoa, big boy! You ever hear of knocking?" the shirtless hunk at the mirror twisted around at me as soon as I opened the door.
"Whoa!" I was startled. "Ex-SQUEEEEZE me, but... YOU'RE the big boy, not me! And 'sides... you ever hear of locking the door when you're taking care of busine... I mean... selfies?"
The dude was stunningly gorgeous, manly, muscular, and... oh fuuuuuuck. If I had a reason to tend to my urges before, I definitely needed to tend to them now. He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. He eyed me up and down, smiling.
"Hey, you're that crack reporter Internet muscle writer, Sean Reid Scott, aren't you?"
I didn't know how he recognized me. I'm world-famous, but only in print, not by my mug. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, man. I'll just wait outside." I started to back out the door, trying to convey humility and embarrassment.
"Nonsense," he grinned. "I kinda get the feeling you weren't coming in here to pee, man. You weren't by any chance stopping in here to tend to any physical urges, were you?"
Fifteen minutes later we both exited the restroom. The dude was also heading to JBLM to watch the contest. Seems he was in the Army and wanted to meet his idol, Captain David McAllister. And well, in a few hours, the two of us would be sitting in the Press section (he as my guest) in a huge hangar at JBLM, watching the weigh-in for the contest. Read all about it: the next chapter of THE CAPTAIN AND HIS PRIVATES.
* For you Californicators, let's just settle something, okay? It's simply "I-5", not "The 5." The article "the" is inappropriate, inadvisable and basically... incorrect. K? Just: I-5.