06 February 2010

fter I recovered from the pure erotic, and emotional, bliss of my Health class, I had to go to gym.

I met the gym teacher in the locker room as I was undressing.

"Hey, Sean," he said.

"Hey," I replied.

He walked over to a locker and opened it. He started undressing. "Sorry I have to do this in here," he said in a rather gruff voice, "but the janitor is remodeling my private locker next to my office, so while he's in there for the next few days, I have to use one of yours."

He took his shirt off and I thought I'd pee.

Or come.

Or both.

At the same time.

He's a young guy, on whom I've had the biggest crush EV-er, and well I've always wanted to see him shirtless, but when I finally did, just now, I-- well, I had to sit down.

"What's the matta-- Sean," he smiled. "Never see 225 pounds of solid muscle before?" He was always a quiet guy, actually; so seeing him like this-- taunting me with his muscles-- seemed kind of out of character.

Of course, I couldn't respond.

He got back to his undressing, and re-dressing into his T-shirt and shorts. In a minute, a few other guys came into the locker room. They were jocks, and they bantered back and forth with the coach as they changed...

When the class was over, the coach had everybody run ten laps before taking their showers-- "Except you, Scott. Come here!" he demanded in his best coach's voice. He stared at me-- real close. Our noses almost touched. Then he said, "You: Sean Scott. In my office-- right away."

In his office, he locked the door. Oh God, I couldn't believe it. He started undressing again. (The janitor was gone for the day.) He looked at me and hid a grin. "Scott. Front and center."

I stood.

His muscles were all over the map. Striated. Veiny. THICK vein running down both biceps.

"Put your hands on my triceps," he ordered.

I obeyed. My hands were trembling.

"Good. I wanted to know if you were paying attention when we went over the names of muscles," he smiled out of the corner of his mouth. "Now, let's continue with our little test." He moved close to me-- so close that we almost touched.

I pulled my shaking hands off his huge arms.

"Did I tell you to stop touching?" he demanded.

I quickly put them back-- this time even more tightly; I didn't want to have them slip off accidentally.

"Now. Forearms," he barked.

I lifted my hands off his triceps and started to move them downward.

"Not that way, you idiot!" he snapped. "Keep your hands on the skin and move 'em down. You need to learn all you can about human anatomy!"

I obeyed, and nearly came as my hands slowly moved over his bulging arms, onto the map-like veins of his forearms.

"Good. You're not as stupid as you look."

He moved his face even closer to mine, and our noses touched. It almost looked like he was going to kiss me.

"Pectorals," he said-- now slightly softer.

But his pecs weren't in any way soft. I moved my hands up and inward, and as my palms began to feel the rock-hard shelf of his chest, he slowly put his right hand on my crotch and let it rest on my gym shorts. He squeezed my boner just once, and my eyes flitted as I began to come.

He smirked.

"Scott-- you need to stay after school. You've got a lot of things to learn about male anatomy-- and male sexuality."

"Ye-- yessss-- sir," I said as he squeezed my genitals once again. I jerked again and winced as my cock filled my shorts.

He smirked again.

04 February 2010

hat with the holiday season now upon us (Groundhog Day, Valentines Day...) we simply mustn't forget one of the biggest, most popular muscle-cruising holidays of them all.

Yes, I'm talking about the Superbowl.

Superbowl parties are a prime scoping grounds for masculine, sports-loving (and sometimes muscular) hunks. Take, for example, this shirtless muscledude, serving up Adult Beverages at the local sports bar during the big game.

Yeah, I'll take him.

Yes, his facial hair and hairdo smack a little of that "X-Men" Wolverine dude (totally-perfectly played by sizzlingly-hot actor Hugh Jackman), but lemme let you CWSs in on a little secret: I'd let this Wolfman prepare ME an Adult Beverage any day. Especially if he laced it with one of those date-rape drugs. Certainly wouldn't mind waking up the next morning knowing that his unit had been inside me-- although a clear memory of the event would definitely be more preferable.

But, do I digress?

I can't remember. I'm gaga over Wolfman Bartender. Can't wait for the Superbowl!

Go Colts!

[Oh, and be sure to LogIn and check out my newest story, "Health 413."  Like the banner above says, you've never been in a class like this! I promise!]

[PS: Check out my Valentines. Click the link at the bottom of the MAIN MENU, at the left; then, send me one!]

03 February 2010

his guy is giving me a "V" for Valentine.

I know it.

Do be sure to click on the red heart at the top left corner; and do be sure to click on BUFF ENCOUNTERS in the Main Menu (left margin).

02 February 2010

had to spend about a half hour on a "chat" with my cable company tonight. I'd never done that before, typing with some text-customer-service person about my bill, asking them to start taking autopay directly out of my checking account instead of using the Visa account like before.

It was interesting. I thought, as the session first started, "Sean, why aren't you just talking on the phone with this person?" (Her name was Louelle-- at least that's what she typed to me.) It did occur to me that simply talking with a person instead of typing at them might be more efficient. However, whilst I was waiting for her replies (which sometimes took quite a few minutes, since she was having to look up things to fix my problem) I was able to start working on pictures for my nightly BuffMuscles post. So, in one way, it was kind of nice to be able to multi-task while getting a cable TV problem resolved. You couldn't do that as easily while on the phone.

I do have to admit that at one point, Louelle typed something to me, and I didn't get right back to her. Red-faced, I typed, "Sorry, Louelle, I was busy working on my erotic gay pornographic blog for tonight. You understand."

She certainly did.

In fact, when I told her my "stage" name, of Sean R. Scott, she nearly went berserk. "You're THE Sean Scott? Of BuffMuscles.com? Holy Shit! I'm so honored!"

Well, it didn't exactly go like that, but...

That said, as you can see by today's pic, the VALENTINES are pouring in now! Really! Click on that valentine word in the previous sentence to see 'em! And if YOU send me one, I'll probably post it too!  They're too awesome! Thanks, all!

01 February 2010

alentines Day definitely is coming. But first, we must needs celebrate the holiday that is immediately at hand.

Yes, as I write this post, it is Groundhog Day Eve (please note that there is no "s" in the title of said holiday)-- quite possibly the most under-rated holiday of them all.

You can't imagine the thrill I experienced when the movie that shares this holiday's name came out (or-- maybe you can, knowing how familiar you are with my quirky ways). It is a classic, and of course I drag out the DVD every year at this time, even more religiously than "It's a Wonderful Life" when we celebrate the Coming of that other savior.

Sean? You're comparing Punxsutawney Phil with the Christ Child? I hear you yelling at your monitor.

Yeah. Deal wifit.

Be that as it may, as you and your family celebrate this most under-rated of holidays in your own personal way (may I suggest watching the aforementioned movie starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell?), you no doubt will have the Valentines Day hearts on your hearth even before you tear down the Chipmunk decorations.

I understand.

So, I am happy to post the first Valentine, of the two that have FLOODED into my IN box since I announced yesterday the big drive to receive a bunch 'o 'em. And who should be first in line, but none other than Rob24, quite possibly our most prolific COMMENTER (why aren't YOU commenting too?) after the daily posts. I'm seriously thinking of appointing Rob24 to the BuffMuscles Board of Directors or maybe naming him as Special Counsel and giving him his own office when the new Buff Muscles World Headquarters is completed.

He's that good.

And as you can see, he knows how to dish up a high-quality Valentine.

And you're next, Curious Web Surfer, right? Send it in!

31 January 2010

hanks to Kevin69 who commented on yesterday's post to let me know the identity of the hunk I featured. I don't like not giving credit to the man who owns the body, but as it stands now, some things are just not knowable until one of you Curious Web Surfers helps me out. The guy's name is Derek Duszynski, and he's also featured in today's post, at the right.

I have to say that I prefer Derek in the shaved state, but that's just me. He's a hunky guy for sure in this pic. Can you imagine being out on the soccer field, cleaning up after a game, and this guy comes walking up to you?

"Hey, man, like my muscles?" he asks.

"WTF, of course," you respond.

Yeah-- as if that would ever happen.

Okay, on a more serious note, why, you might ask, is that red heart with the BuffMuscles "Be Mine" letters there on this picture?

SO glad you asked.

It is to promote my latest thing.

My latest thing is this: Valentines Day is cumming, and I'd like to give you the opportunity to celebrate with me. This whole idea was inspired by Ed R., who has been sending me Photoshopped pictures. I think he's stalking me. (Just kidding, Ed.) Click HERE and HERE to see some samples of his great work. So totally cool, Ed!

Which brings me back to today's topic. Since Valentine's Day is fast approaching, I'm inviting all you CWSs to send me your artwork! I'm not promising I'll post all of 'em, but it'd be fun to see what you cum up with!* Find a musclehunk you love, and superimpose a greeting to me (or all the BuffMuscles guys)! I can't wait to see what you send!

DO IT! (That's an order.)

If you don't have Photoshop, well, then-- I'm not your friend.**

Click on the EMAIL ME link in the Main Menu (left margin) and send away! (As if my IN box isn't already overflowing! What the hell have I gotten myself into?)

*to end a sentence in a preposition.

**Can't take a joke?

30 January 2010

o there I was, just minding my own business... standing in line at the computer repair desk, when out from the back room comes this guy, built like a shit brickhouse. He had a beard; muscles out to here; so totally hot. "Can I fix your... hard-drive?" he asked with a wink. God in Heaven, he was hotter than the barista!

He was shirtless, which I thought was odd for a computer repair store. But I didn't complain. I just stared at his adorable muscles (He was not unlike the guy at the right).

[1 hour earlier]: I cursed the day I started drinking. I cursed the day I started loving computers. I threw my dead laptop in my satchel and shoved it in the trunk of my car, speeding off toward the computer repair store.

[Fifteen minutes earlier]: "Okay, all I need to do is to start this thing up as a hard-drive extension of my home computer," I said to myself. I connected all the cables. My laptop looked like it was on life support, what with all the cables, tubes and monitors connected to it. I turned it on. If all went well, the thing would light up like the top of the Chrysler Building and my desktop computer would be able to transfer all the data from my laptop to its waiting arms.

But, no. I sighed as that damn laptop just blinked at me, "?" "?" "?"

[A half-hour earlier]: Despite the warm, seductive smile from the barista still looking at me from behind the counter, my mood turned sour. I looked at the computer, then back to the hunk behind the counter. Did he just wink at me?

[One minute earlier]: I returned to my seat to find my laptop screen flashing a big question mark, which, in Mac terms means, "Am I a computer?"

[Two minutes earlier]: The hunky barista smiled big as he handed me my latte. I blushed as I turned to make my way back to my warming-up computer. My heart rate was probably off the charts.

[Three minutes even earlier]: The guy must have just come off some kind of huge bodybuilding contest win. He was bigger than Arnold, and better looking than Brad Pitt. I trembled as I tried to tell him, "I'll have... a triple... uh... medium... latte. Uh-- please." He made me weak in the knees. More muscle than I had ever seen in person. He smiled at me with perfect teeth and twinkling full-of-life eyes.

[Four minutes earlier]: I sat my laptop on the little table at the local coffee shop and pressed the "on" button. Took off my coat. "This is going to be a great morning," I said to myself. "Looking forward to writing some mega-hot gay erotica here at this cool coffee shop." I left my stuff at the table and walked up to place an order for my morning coffee fix.

[Six minutes earlier]: "Damn Asshole!" I thought to the jackass who stole my parking spot.

[Forty-five minutes earlier]: "Should I shower this morning? I mean, it is Saturday," I thought to myself. I decided to shower, then went downstairs to the den. My laptop was still running from the night before, but I noticed it was running its internal fan. Kind of unusual, but I turned it off, closed the cover and put it into my satchel, and traipsed out the door.

[Six hours earlier]: "God that's going to stain the carpet." I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth and held it under the water. Returning to the den, I fell to the floor and did my best to contain the damage. "Why don't I drink white wine?" I asked myself.

[Two minutes earlier]: Whoa! "FUCK!" God I just spilled my glass! I looked at the mess on the floor. I was a tad dizzy. The stuff had spilled onto my laptop keyboard as well.

[Note 1: Some or all of the events depicted in today's post are actually true (the parts about the hunky barista and the hunky computer repair guy might possibly have been slightly embellished).

Note 2: Be sure to click on "MUSCLEMAN" in the top-bar menu to read the latest!]

29 January 2010

ome or all of these blogs are pre-recorded for viewing in your time zone.

Do you Americans (of a more chronically advanced state) remember when TV networks used to use similar words on their broadcasts? (Replacing "these blogs" with "today's programs") And also, remember when it was common practice for the networks to put the words "via satellite" on the screen when a broadcast was thus?

Yeah, now some of you know how old I might actually be.

Don't know why I'm in such a nostalgic mood today; but I do know why I brought up the pre-recorded concept. THAT's because I might need to pre-record a few blog entries. Occasionally I just need to pull back. We all do. Helps recharge the batteries, so to speak. So, if in the next few weeks I miss a day here and there, I make no apology for recharging my 9 volt batteries (or are they size "D"?). As a help, I might indeed write a few posts in advance and just release them as needed.

In other news, I do realize that this hunky college-type kid probably wouldn't win any bodybuilding contests, but again, I make no apology for posting his picture on this muscle-oriented site. He is hunky (the "thick neck" element I love so much), virile and gorgeous; and I want to kiss him for an hour, and then put him to bed.

In even other-er news, I did a supposed "upgrade" of the software I use to produce this site; and wouldn't you know, the upgrade was actually a downgrade in disguise. Happens all too often, doesn't it. Lemme give you an example of the pain I now have to endure. Take today's pic: When you click on the word "hunky" in the above paragraph, you'll be led to a larger (and more magnificent) picture of this college dude. But as it appears in this post, it is precisely 350 pixels wide (as are all of the pix I post-- makes the site look consistent and neat, IMHO). Well, in the older (read: better) version of my software all I had to do to make the pic be 350 pixels wide was to type "350" into the width parameters and then the proportion of width to height was automatically maintained (if I checked the right box).

NOW, however, with this new (read: ickier) upgrade, it won't automatically maintain the correct proportions. There is no "Maintain Proportions" checkbox. I have to actually get out my slide ruler (or calculator, or take my shoes off) and figure out what the ratio of the original picture is to 350, and then I have to translate that ratio to the height-- manually!

Oh the things we fantastic webmasters have to deal wif.*

*If any of you "Joomla!" users know how to get back to the good editor (I tried switching it in the User Preferences pane, in vain), please click on the conveniently-located EMAIL ME link in the main (left) menu. Thanks!

28 January 2010

ello there, Mr. Silver Shorts.

26 January 2010

his guy is on his way to his local CRAMO Anon. meeting. Need a ride?

Along those lines, I'd like to present a new and really addition to the Literature Department of BuffMuscles. It was submitted by José, a guy for whom English is not his native language.

Now, I'm no poetry critic (despite having an uncanny ability to write good limericks), but I really like this stuff. And you?

You've stolen my heart

But you can't be jailed for that.

Indeed I'm ready to forgive you

Even if you don't apologize.

Only I'm begging you

To put it back in its place

Otherwise I'm going to die.

Yet dying now this way

Would be my sweetest end ever.

 – José C.

[Oh, and do LogIn and then click back on HOME, for some more beautiful poetry, as well as a delicious look at some ripped, veiny leg muscle!]