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29 March 2010
peaking of Antoine Valliant... oh-- were we talking about Antoine?
Anyway... here's another pic of this fabulous muscleguy. I love him.
Really.
28 March 2010
ime to get the car washed. I know I've talked about the carwash thing before, but now with spring here, the topic bears another mention. So there I was, just minding my own business, waiting in line for my car to get washed....
...when out of nowhere this guy appears, reading his newspaper while he waited. He was leaning against his car, and his shirtless torso screamed studly, hunky muscle.
"Whatcha doin'?" I casually asked.
"Oh, just reading' this magazine," he said as he looked into the bright blue sky. Then he looked at my face and smiled.
"Wow, nice body," I smiled back.
"Thanks," he smiled back.
"I notice your forearms aren't shaved," I smiled back.
"Naw, I figure if dudes like you want to look at my muscles, you're gunna look no matter what," he smiled back.
"Yeah, you're right," I smiled back.
"You want to put your hand down my shorts while I finish reading this article?" he smiled back.
"Sure," I smiled back, and proceeded to insert said digits into his shorts. Funny thing was, the longer I held his "unit" the harder he got. Funny how that happens...
27 March 2010
ou cannot get too much of Darin Lannaghan.
Ever.
26 March 2010
es, I have been somewhat absent from this site lately, haven't I? In fact, the BuffMuscles Board of Directors sent this guy out to forage, seek, spy, deduce and find out where I have been. Well, when he peeked around the plant here, and said "Sean, everyone wants to know where the hell you are!" I just had to sidle out and rejoin society.
"So," the CWS asks, "where have you been, Seanny?"
I really am not allowed to answer that question. Try another.
"Okay, well can you tell us all why you haven't posted anything the past few days?"
Yes. I can.
"...Okay... well then, why haven't you posted anything the past few days?"
Glad you asked. To be somewhat honest, I started filling out my U. S. Census 2010 form, and it got so involved that I nearly drowned in a bevy of paperwork. (You can drown in a bevy? of paperwork?) (Those are also questions I'm not allowed to answer.) So anyhoo... I after the hunk in the forest found me, I did manage to sidle out and find an Internet connection so that I could once again bring you, the loyal CWS, more fun and entertainment.
I would like to thank the people who flooded my IN box (both of you) with concerned emails. I love concerned emails. Thank you for your concern. But as you can see now, I am fine. Time to get back to the Census form.
I'm still looking for the check-off box for "Are you a homosexual?"
22 March 2010
o there I was, just minding my own business, taking a leisurely stroll down the promenade, admiring the scenery, when this totally buff musclehunk walks by.
I looked around to see if there was some kind of bodybuilding contest somewhere; you know the telltale signs: Guys with gloves on, spreading fake-tan on muscle studs; tables filled with muscled statuettes; girlfriends hanging on the leg-sized arms of their boyfriend; floors filled with dumbbells and barbells for the back-room pump-ups; rows of booths hawking the whole gamut of supplements-- from roid substitutes to protein powder; you know the scene.
But alas, there was none of that.
There was only the casual strollers, like me, enjoying the springtime sun-- along with this fine physique.
So, I ambled over to the dude. He smiled.
I asked if I could feel-- anything.
"Sure," he grinned. "What do you want to feel?"
"Everything."
He began a posing routine. "Be my guest."
21 March 2010
his is beautiful muscle.
Love the pouty nips on his pec, right there.
LogIn 2 C more of this hunk, in a more revealing pose!
19 March 2010
omorrow is the first day of Spring! [In the Northern Hemisphere]
So, let's all go swimming!
Me first.
17 March 2010
ow long has it been since we've heard from BMW?
Too long, that's how long.
So, I thought tonight would be a great time to see another pic of the musclegod.
Don't tell anyone, but he's on Twitter, and if you follow him, you can occasionally get a pic of him that he posts. Today's post is a prime example.
On this day, in this tweet, he said he was doing some cardo. Yeah, I suppose he ran up this mountain side, shirtless, to get his heart going. What I DO know, is that the small person in the background is entranced with Brandon's muscular body, as they should be.
I have a habit of, whenever I watch a movie-- and they show a skyline of a city, I like to shout out what the city is. Some of my acquaintances-- this annoys. Me-- I love knowing these (seemingly) trivial things. Who knows if one day you may be called upon to know this? What if you, one day, wake up in, say, Prague? Don't you think it'd be handy to be able to identify your surroundings?
Yes, it would.
That said, this pic was taken in LA. Nuff said.
Oh, and if you're interested in seeing the POLL results, click HERE. Thought it was a fun little exercise in sociology. (?) I think I'll send the results of said poll to the Phone Company so they can understand how futile it is to keep publishing these things.
Save a tree. Use Google. (or Yahoo! or Bing-- but I hate to endorse Bing, since I'm a diehard Mac man).
16 March 2010
came across this guy today, and I gotta tell you, he makes me feel weak.
In the knees.
If you CLICK on that word, right there, you will see him in more of his glory and size, and you just might get a better idea of about that which I am talking.*
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The guy is the definition of STUDLY.
Never mind those non-Latin alphabetic letters at the bottom left of the picture (or is it right. I can't remember everything!): Just imagine that you are in the Pacific Northwest, logging Old Growth Timber, and you are some kind of logger who has shown up to have your truck filled with timber.
And this guy (today's pic) walks out from the Old Growth Timber Cabin and says, "Hey, dude, you want me to put my log(s) in your back-side (of your truck)? [Okay, maybe his English isn't that good.]
Well, of course you say, "Yes."
So, he sees that you're a muscle lover (somehow-- these things just have a way of getting out) and so he flexes.
His biceps.
You immediately get hard, and you whip out your "phone" and take his picture (today's pic).
Oh, how cool it is to be a logger...
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Now, onto other business:
1) The POLL is coming along nicely. Be sure to vote, if you haven't already.
2) There is a rather suggestive pic on the INSIDE tonight. LogIn, then click back on HOME to C-it!
*Trying to not end a sentence in a preposition. It can be awkward, can't it...
"I can't believe how awesome your site is! (...to end a sentence with a preposition.) I think you should be nominated for some kind of Nobel Peace Prize, or a Pulitzer or something. Is there a Pulitzer for gay erotica? Well, there should be. I'm going to write my Congressman and see if he can't do something about it. Seanny, you should have a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. You should have an airport named after you. Your writing is so graphic-- so sensual-- so descriptive! It's just awesome! If you were ever to publish a novel, I'd buy TEN copies and hand them out on street corners! I LOVE YOU SEANNY! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU!"
– Some person whose name I didn't get
h hello, there. See something you like?
ow that we've "Sprung Ahead" to Daylight Saving Time, here in the U.S. (well, most of it), it's time to start thinking about summer and sprucing up the pool. I don't know about you, but I plan on having multiple muscle parties out on the patio this summer.
ou gotta love a muscledude as he steps out of the pool.
nless you have your head hopelessly buried in the sand, you know that one of the best places to find muscle is at the gym.
hat would you say to