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tDouble Musclehis year, the international ping-pong championships will be held with a new twist: All competitors must compete wearing only bodybuilder-type posers.

Here, we have a picture of the top two competitors. They paused to pose for our cameras just before the final match.

Which one do you think has the most confidence?

 

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iPalming Muscledon't know about you, but I find muscular men quite enticing.

Take this guy-- please.

But be sure to return him soon. I have an exciting evening planned for him. 

I know I've mentioned before-- and the content of this site confirms-- that I rarely comment on political/social issues. But my disdain for the mainstream media can't be restrained tonight. If you're interested in knowing a little bit more about the "real" Sean Scott, CLICK HERE for a snippet of Sean's heartfelt views.

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tLind Musclehere's a really good-looking young man who works @ the Seattle's Best Coffee where I frequently frequent, and I've enjoyed watching him work for months, whenever he's on duty.

His name tag says "David," but that's pretty much all I have known of him-- until today. (He isn't overtly "straight" acting, and I've seen him read paperbacks on his break, talk about books and movies with his co-workers, and he's seemed inclined toward the performing arts. If he is gay, he's firmly in the closet, but the way he interacts with women makes me really think he might be on our team. Nevertheless, he's not effeminate really, but from listening in on his conversations, he doesn't seem to be inclined to date-- either sex. Oh, and did I mention he's very, very good looking?) Cuter than snot.

[Oh, and we interrupt this post for an important message:  Today's pic has nothing to do with my words here. But you can never get too much Lind Walter! PS: Before I get back to today's story, be sure to check out the newest story by R. Chris Cooper! LogIn >> The Stories >> Other's Stories >> Cooper >> Key to the Executive Locker Room. ]

Anyway, all of that to say this: I love 21st century technology! Today I heard barista David tell a new co-worker the name of the very small town near here, where he lives. So, while sipping my iced coffee, I pulled up Facebook on the free WiFi that SBC provides, typed in only his first name and the name of the town, and started investigating.

Well, right there on the first page of results was my crush David! Complete with his last name (and middle initial), his 126 "friends" on Facebook, and a list of all the books, movies, TV shows, etc. he likes, as well as subjects that interest him.

Like I said, if he is gay, he's securely in the closet. Although like I said, he is interested in the theater, etc. But no gay Facebook "friends."

So there I was, reading all about him, while occasionally looking up from my screen at him behind the counter. The 21st century rocks! 

I'm such a stalker!

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iMuscles in Reposen repose, relaxing and resting like this hunky dude, it might be because it's the weekend.

Or, it might be because I am enjoying some hard-earned time off from my "real" job. 

And what, you might ask, is my "real" job? 

Ohhhh, you're just sweating now aren't you. Clammy hands. Increased heart rate. All because Uncle Seanny is about to reveal his "real" job.

Or not.

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iKissing Musclelove the euphemisms that talk about man-to-man love.

Lately we've been barraged with them.

There's the "Man-date," which supposedly refers to two straight guys spending the evening together (dinner, a movie, etc.). Then there's the "Bro-Mance," which refers to a "best friend" kind of relationship between two straight guys. 

Seems that the general public is now just catching up to the truths we have recognized all along. 

As for me, I'm going (Lady) Gaga over this pic! 

 

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tWow Musclehere's nothing quite like a really, really good workout. This guy is obviously having a good workout.

That said, there's nothing quite like watching a really, really good workout. 

I could watch/look at this guy doing his rows-- for hours. 

 

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hRed Muscleis mane was long, dark and sexy. His muscular body was singular. His face was handsome beyond compare.

And yet, for me, he existed only in "picture." 

Would, that one could make a picture come to life. If you know of a machine-- a being-- a means-- of making this happen: taking a lifeless picture and bringing the subject to life, please email me.

I, for one, know where I'd start.

[Oh, and please be sure to check out the latest chapter in "The Zeke Chronicles." LogIn and then click on "The Stories" in the main menu. From there, go to SEAN's STORIES, and then scroll down to THE ZEKE CHRONICLES. Also, check out John's new story: GLOOR. This one is SO sensually, muscularly HOT! ] 

Thank you again, for your support. I couldn't run this site without the ongoing support and the endlessly delicious feedback from you, the Curious Web Surfer. I know it sounds cliché, but it's true: YOU are the reason I post. 

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iBrown-haired Musclef you're like me, you occasionally find men who are hot specimens of male pulchritude-- and if you continue to encounter one of these men on a regular basis, you might (if you're like me) give said man a known-only-to-you nickname. 

At the building where I work, I have given a few of these gorgeous men nicknames. 

There's "Shoulders Mulligan." I don't know where I got this Mulligan thing, but the dude has shoulders out to here, and he's good looking. Seems he needs a little private training though, cuz he's not that ripped. But he's Shoulders Mulligan nonetheless.

Then there's "CTS." This guy is one of the cutest guys I've ever seen, and when I first saw him years ago, I said to myself, that guy is Cuter Than Snot! Thus, his initials. 

A more recent find is a guy in my building I hadn't seen in awhile, but did this morning. He's young-- maybe in his 20's but possibly 30. The first time I saw him, I almost dropped my jaw. He was absolutely gorgeous! I mean-- just gut-wrenching gorgeous. Perfect skin; perfect lips; perfect eyes; perfect hair; confidence; a quiet, regular-guy demeanor; arms that were obviously worked regularly. A quick check of his ring finger told me that some woman on this Earth was one of the luckiest women ever! 

The guy was-- I can't even begin to describe him. He wasn't "buff," but he was definitely in shape. But it was his face/head that just made me dizzy. I honestly thought he had to be one of the best-looking guys on the planet. Thence, his nickname is a long one-- but it runs through my head whenever I see him: "Quite Possibly the Best Looking Man in the World." 

When I saw him this morning (it had been nearly a year!) I noticed that he had definitely started working out! I mean, the dude is now officially buff! He needs to go out and buy some new shirts, because his shoulders and pecs are noticeably pressing against the fabric. Now, he's got the face and the body! Makes me want to change course and follow him whenever I see him. I have to admit, I did that this morning... 

So, how 'bout you? Got some guy(s) you see on a regular basis whom you've "named?" Send him in! 

Yeah!

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oFlexing Muscleccasionally, one comes across art that is stunningly beautiful-- something that just "grabs" you.

Well, when I read Rowan McBride's "Warm Rush," I was swept off my feet. 

Recently, Rowan and I have exchanged emails-- and it seems we belong to the mutual admiration society. Rowan has a way with words... a way that keeps you reading; he captures you and doesn't let you go till well after the climax of his story. 

The interesting thing I learned from Rowan was that he said he was reading my stuff before he ever published a book on the web! That's scary. To know he read my stuff that long back, and then went on to be such a celebrated gay erotica writer-- it's weird. 

I told Rowan that I'd love to talk with him about the process of publishing his work. Maybe someday... for me...

He has a cool blog, as well as a regular site, where you can see his books, and find links on how to buy them. (They're online, and easy to download!) 

I heartily recommend "Warm Rush;" I know my faithful CWSs will love it. Check out Rowan's site. He's got a lot of good stuff going on!

After you check out his site(s), be sure to cum back and play with this guy's balls! (In the background... get it?)

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aDelicous Musclenytime you want to get the best in gay musclestuff, you know where to head. Right here. Right?

Right.

We all know that' true. That's why you are one of my CWSs. And I love that about you.

Apparently, though, you don't come here for the crème de la crème of 21st century poetry. I got an email from both ConEd and PG&E, noting that electricity usage suffered a mammoth drop-- an inverse spike, if you will-- as soon as I posted my last two posts. It seems that the electric companies were able to track a marked decrease in electricity usage because CWSs were turning off their computers in droves. 

Lesson learned.

That said, I'd like to post a Comment that was posted yesterday. (?):  

Sean,

Thank you for this post; however, as a concerned CWS, I feel it is my duty to point out that you began two sentences with a capitalized conjunction.  "And..."  Also, the word is although rather than "all though."  Of course, an author such as yourself would never make such errors, unless, of course, he were absolutely blind with rage that no CWS heretofore had taken the time to comment on previous messages.  All of these comments are meant in the kindest possible manner, hoping our kind moderator and owner of this site will find them comical and humorous.

Cheers,
Msclundylvr

In response, I must cum to my own defense. First, regarding beginning the sentences with "And," I must say, Msclundylvr, I am fully aware of the rules of the english language, and particularly the rule that says, "Thou shalt not never* begin a sentence with the dreaded conjunction 'And,' (not to mention any conjunction at all)."  But what you, Mr. Mscl, may not be aware of, is the unspoken rule (that I heartily endorse, if not actually made up myself) that says: "You can break the rules occasionally, if you want to make a literary point. But you have to know the rules before you can break them."  Stated another way, one can break the rules, if said one is such a prolific, successful, established and grand writer that said one has already established that said one knows the rules and only breaks said rules when said one is fully aware of said breakage." 

WTF?

Okay. Never mind. (And Mr. Mscl, I do appreciate the comment, and indeed I DO take your comments in the kindest possible manner. I found them totally comical and humorous, and I appreciate that you'd join in the frivolity and poke a little fun at your Webmaster. Heaven knows, no one else did...   :|    )  

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*And I am also fully aware of the no-double-negatives rule. See the above diatribe regarding breaking the rules.

aBeach Muscle Dudepparently, either I'm such a good poet that no one feels like they can comment with any kind of intelligence, or, I'm such a good poet that I'm the only one who knows...

I even left the poem post up for two days; yet... nothing. 

I can certainly understand the CWS's apprehension, since poetry is such a difficult art form to judge. Who really knows what good poetry is? Seems kind of subjective, really.

That said, I decided to do a little research, and whilst walking on the beach today, I found some real poetry in motion. He was young, buff, lean and a real looker. And-- after I asked him to read my poem, he really liked it!

So there.

And all though no one left a comment yesterday (or the day before), someone was nice enough to send in a competing submission.  And so, I present for your art-starved eyes, "Wanderlust," by DJ:

Aside from some weird spacing and an incorrect use of ellipses, it's great poetry.

But then, how would I know?

 

 

Wanderlust

by DJ


Wanderlust.  It had lead me to this place.                                                                                              To a vast expanse of pristine sand, hugging the ocean in either direction,                                                                                                     for as far as the eye could see.

I stood there, drinking in the intense beauty of this place,                                                                        feeling warmth to the depths of my soul.    Then I turned and saw……

Him.

He was moving with a steady, even gate, along the wet sand where the water                                                                                                                                  licked                                                                                                                                at the shoreline.

His gaze was toward his feet as he moved forward,                                                                                burrowing his feet into the dampness as he went.                                                                            Then, he raised his eyes to the water, if only briefly,                                                                        looking out over the blue-green seascape.                                                                                                                                           He continued along the tidal pools,                                                                                                                                                                                        and his gaze shifted again to the sand below.

My feet were frozen in place, as was my gaze.  I could not look away from him.                  

       I could not move from the spot where I stood.

Suddenly, his pace seemed to quicken, and then, just as quickly, it slowed again,                                        until his forward movement was almost imperceptible.                                                                                                                              He turned, and then                                                            began to move,                                                                                                                           as though retracing his previous steps. 

His gaze shifted again, back out over the water, as though searching.                                                       Searching for…….                                                                                                                                                                               ….for something.

His forward motion resumed, with his eyes continuing to strain into the distance.            

     Soon, he was standing between me and the ocean.                                                                                                                 Then he shifted course, walking right toward me,                                      but now looking out over his shoulder, back toward the water……                                                                                              His gaze never waivered.                                                                                                                                                                                   He moved until he stopped right in front of me.                                                                             He reached up his hand……….

I felt his fingernails lightly rake across my pecs,                

     and my ears were filled with a low, almost guttural, groan.

Had that been me groaning?

At the sound, he lifted his eyes for the first time, and looked straight at me, if only for a moment.              I cannot describe what I saw there, but my breath seemed to be sucked, against its will,                                                                 from my body.

His hand traced another path across my body, causing a repeat vocalization.

Just as quickly as he had looked, he turned away, again, to the ocean.

He moved, ever so slowly, toward the waves.  When he met the wet sand, he continued.                           The water soon enveloped his feet, his ankles, his calves.                                              

The fabric of his jeans absorbed the water, and clung to his legs.

He stopped when the water embraced his waist.  He stood there, staring out over the water.                       His upper torso looked like a statue, just floating on the ocean.

My feet were no longer frozen.                                                                                                                                                                                      I found myself moving,                                                                             almost running toward the water’s edge.                                                                                 Entering the water, I slowed, almost to a crawl.

Soon, I was within reach.  I beheld his skin,                                                                                         where the breeze had moved his shirt away from his neck, exposing his right shoulder.

Smooth skin……………………….                                                                                                              …blemish-free skin…………………….                                                                                                                                       …almost soft to my eyes………….

I reached out…………………

Wanderlust.  It had lead me to this place………………..

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tBeach Musclehere is a secret, hidden poet within all of us. For me, it usually manifests itself in limerick form. However, that'll have to wait.

When I saw this astounding figure, walking on the beach the other day, my inner Maya Angelou was stirred to pen the following:

Ode to a Hunky, Young, Hot Stud Wandering the Coastline

by Sean R. Scott

 

Shimmering waters, pounding foam,

ripples of washboard cause seminal lust,

 

I saw you pass by me-- incarnate of beauty,

and yet that’s all you did… walk by, and walk by.

 

Your eyes gazed out seaward, not blinking, not wanting,

not searching, not void-- for want was not there.

 

You have it all, man, such pectoral size,

such defined definition, and amazing brown eyes.

 

And so I kept walking, in search of a shell,

but had to suspend my meandering ways,

 

Thence something within my seminal factory,

began its hard pounding, denoting elation.

 

I walked-- no I ran-- toward my plush, deluxe suite,

and finished the day with some slow masturbation.

 

 

© 2010 Sean R. Scott (Don't even think about trying to steal my stuff!) And keep in mind: really, really good poetry doesn't usually rhyme. That's how you know when you're a good poet-- you don't have to make it rhyme. I'm just sayin'. 

 

[Oh, and I've posted the final chapters of John's "Sons of Hercules." LogIn (maybe twice?) and then click on:  The Stories >> Other's Stories >> John. While you're on the "Other's Stories" page, check out the deliciously erotic muscle story by Bigsqueezer!]

 

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aTwin Musclend welcome to tonight's symposium, titled: "Skin Issues: Can you really afford them?" Our guest speaker is Dr. S. R. Scott, from the Institute of Skin Disorders and Cancer Research Center, in Belgium.

Dr. Scott's credentials are too many to list in the short time we have this evening, so without further delay, please welcome Dr. S. R. Scott.

[Thunderous applause from the audience.]

"Thank you. Thank you very much. No-- really. Please be seated. Thank you. Thanks. Thank you for coming tonight. Really-- I appreciate it so much. Thank you. Please be seated. Thank you. I have a lot to discuss, so please be seated. Thank you. Thanks so much. You're too generous. Thank you. Okay. Uhuh. Thank you. Really...

"WILL YOU PLEASE SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP?!!!!!

"Thank you. 

"Tonight I'd like to discuss skin cancer. I've brought a Power Point ® presentation, so let's begin."

[Fumbles with computer remote control. Nothing happens. After about five minutes, the good doctor finally is able to put this picture up on the screen.]

[Three hours later, his speech finally concludes.]

"In conclusion I'd like to ask you, based on what we've learned tonight, which of these two gorgeous studs is at more risk for melanoma? Please visit my website and leave your answer in the "Add Comment" section. Thank you, and goodnight."

[Audience wakes up and shuffles out silently.]

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iBucket o' Muscleneeded my thing painted, so I called a painter.

He brought a bucket of paint, and a long, long rope so he could climb on the side of my thing to paint it.

I told him he wouldn't need the rope.

 

 

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