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.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2020
OR THOSE OF YOU WHO are especially observant, the presence of a whole slew of (old) stories on this here website has not escaped your notice. Over the weekend I've re-uploaded the entire TESTOS FOUR series—all 13 chapters.
This re-postage was accomplished thanks to a gentle mentioning by a Curious Web Surfer who indicated that he'd read every chapter and enjoyed them greatly. A cursory glance by Yours Truly revealed that only the first chapter of said series was posted on this site. So, I found the originals and uploaded the entire story yesterday and today. You're welcome. If you're into sci-fi (just a bit) and muscular men who are literally out-of-this-world, you'll prolly like the story.
That said, here we are in the last week of October. And we all know what that means: Halloween! (Cue Andy Williams singing, "It's the MOST... WONDERFUL... time... of the year...") I just love Halloween. So much so, that in the past, I wrote not one, but two Halloween-themed stories. AND, I actually recorded one of them on audio! If you're in to smutty, gay, erotic, muscle-worship audio books (and who isn't), you'll wanna check it out! The text version of "Halloween Man" is HERE, and on that page is a link to the audio recording. Read by the author! If you ever wanted to hear Seanny's* voice, now's your chance! (Don't be too disappointed if the voice is a tad distorted. I didn't want God-and-everyone to recognize me.**) I posted the story, and the recording, years ago (like, ten?) but I dusted it off and it's ready for you to read and/or hear again.
A second scary story that I wrote is definitely not for the faint of heart. It's not only smutty, it's snuffy. If you don't like violence, you won't want to read "Haunted House." It really is bad. Gratuitous violence and icky stuff. You have been warned. Yeah, the first story (Halloween Man) is definitely more family-friendly. (NOT! But compared to Haunted House, it's much easier on the senses. Really, "HH" is gruesome. You've been warned twice.)
And then, the CWS is no doubt wondering where chapter three of "The Captain and his Privates" is. Well, it's written. It's ready to go. I'll probably throw it up sometime this week.
And today's guy. Click on each pic on the right to see him get bigger. Such a celebration of autumn (Ginger) colors, don't you think?
The stud's name is Charles Paquette.
Oh, and feel free to visualize Charles while you listen to—or read—the "Halloween Man" story linked above. The similarities to the story's character of "Steve" are eerily delicious.
* That'd be me. Seanny occasionally enjoys referring to himself in the third person. Deal wifit. :)
** Although now that I think about it, I'm probably not in danger of having God Himself recognize me. He and I kinda split ways a while back.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2020
APTAIN McALLISTER continues to undergo the advances of his most ardently enthusiastic privates—Kenny, Sam, and Bryan. And they're in the middle of a most intense exercise. Their goal is based on a friendly little wager with the Captain: to determine if Cap has the willpower and self-discipline to resist the privates' sexual advances.
The privates' little story continues with a new chapter, HERE.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 16, 2020
NCE AGAIN WE ARE blessed to have yet another original story, now posted for the CWS' pleasure.
And while the story is original, I shan't—and can't—actually claim it as my own. Well, some of it is, but most of it is synthesized (plagiarized?) from the writings of ManOfSteel, the author John, and myself. So I take credit for about a third of it. And I take credit for putting it all together in a cohesive, glossy, readable form.
(And I might add, the hubris I display here is just for fun. I'm not all that, okay?)
Anyway, today's story, "The Captain & His Privates" is inspired by ManOfSteel's renders of his character, DAVID. MOS did a whole series that I (in my vast mind) called, "Army Guys," where Captain David McAllister (today's man) taunts his privates with his immense, gorgeous muscle body. And the privates get to see the captain's privates too!
In fact, they get to do a lot more than look. I think you'll prolly enjoy it.
Have a weekend!
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 2, 2020
LTHOUGH ONE COULD ARGUE that this author has already written some of the most erotic, sexy, fun stuff EVer, with his ongoing story, "Levi's Muscles", said author is once again releasing yet another chapter in this epic saga.
"Levi's Muscles" Chapter Seven has just been thrown up, for your reading pleasure. If it does bring you any kind of pleasure, I'd appreciate knowing about it.
That said, Ima keep this post short and sweet. It's been a busy month, so far (yeah, a day and a half). I need my beauty rest.
OH: Required watching: "The Social Dilemma". It's on Netflix. MUST. WATCH. IT. You have been commanded.
We are being deceived, people.
thursday, SEPTEMBER 10, 2020
ENULTIMATE. IT'S A COOL word. For the longest time, I thought the word meant something like, really, REALLY ultimate. But that's not what it means.
What does penultimate mean then? Some hoverage over that word might possibly elucidate.
Thence, the penultimate chapter of "Levi's Muscles" (Chapter SIX) is now UP. So, I guess you can figure it all out.
BTW, like I mentioned a time or two ago, when I visited Central Oregon last month, I bumped into a few people. Today's guy is none other than Callum himself. He's gorgeous, no? (Still doesn't hold a candle to Levi's development, but I'll take him.)
OH: And yes, here in the Specific Northwest, on the west side of my fair state (where I live), it's ORANGE. The sky. All day. And even in many places, the sky is almost BLACK–at noon! Fires everywhere. Some of my relatives had to evacuate yesterday. NOT fun.
OH, OH: Some have asked me to discuss my favorite muscle authors. Ima work on that.