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02 June 2010
m, I am just thinking... I wonder who is having the better time here... Jay, or Ronnie.
Obviously, Jay seems enthralled with feeling out Ronnie's monstrous pecs. (And I'd give large sums of $$ to do that!)
And yet, I can't help but think that RC is enjoying the pec-feel himself.
Makes me want to take up bodybuilding.
All in good fun, of course...
31 May 2010
hile the Memorial Day weekend is the traditional start of summer in the US, the official start (summer solstice) doesn't happen for about three weeks.
So, you have three weeks to hit the gym, like this guy, and get your beach body ready for display.
Even if you aren't able to get that bod you want by the time the solstice occurs, feel free to take your camera to the beach and capture someone else's glorious muscles-- so you can send in the pix!
30 May 2010
eing the patriotic sap that I am, I find it hard to resist posting something poignant on the eve of the United States' Memorial Day.
That said, I realize that a gay erotica/porn blog might not be the appropriate place to post such sentiments. I suspect that the people I am trying to honor might roll over in their graves if they knew whence they were being remembered.
THAT said, I just have to say that I am so thankful for the freedom I enjoy-- including the freedom to post my stories and the pictures here for so many men to enjoy. I believe that I am indeed a very fortunate man. I know there are many visitors to this site from nations that do not enjoy these freedoms-- indeed, some of the visitors to this site risk their very lives just by clicking on my link!
So, this may sound very disjointed, but I wanted to mention it. I am proud to be an American, and I am thankful for those who have given their lives so that I could enjoy freedom.
There has been an email circulating lately that I think you Americans might enjoy on this holiday weekend. CLICK HERE if you want to learn a little of the sacrifices our fathers have given for us.
29 May 2010
kay, you're all fired. In yesterday's post, I inadvertently used an open parenthesis but failed to use a close parenthesis, dangling the whole dang sentence out there all over hell for everyone to see.
And NO ONE was kind enough to let me know!
What good are ya?
To us writer-types, it's kind of like when Ted Baxter (of The Mary Tyler Moore Show fame) went on camera with a piece of spinach stuck between his front teeth. Totally embarrassing. At least Murray had the kindness to hand Ted a note about it from off camera. (Which Ted promptly read on the air: "This just in: There's a piece of spinach stuck between your teeth." ) *
Be that as it may, once I found the error, I corrected it. But not before sneering at the camera of my life-- not unlike what this guy is doing here. Kinda makes me wonder if he just caught a CWS trying to surreptitiously and discretely take his pic.
"Wadaa YOU lookin' at?" I can hear him say to the hapless camera dude. Hapless then proceeds to pee his pants.
* There. I closed that one.
28 May 2010
uscle, in my opinion. That's why I do what I do. It's how I roll, as they say.
I'm all about the muscle.
A generous Curious Web Surfer has submitted yet another Buff Encounter. Please avail yourself of his contribution!
Oh, and did I mention the latest story, Paradise Island? LogIn and click on Sean's Stories. (Yeah, I know I mentioned it already. But a little self-promotion never hurt anybody...)
27 May 2010
his week, I just happen to be on vacay, and you, the Curious Web Surfer are reaping the benefits (as is my dog, with the additional attention he's getting). You see, I've had time to do a little housekeeping here at Buff Muscles Command Central.
The first thing you might notice is an easier-to-use list of my stories. After you LogIn, when you click on Sean's Stories, you'll see what I mean. A number of CWSs have written to complain (in the future, please contact the Complaint Desk first before you contact me directly) that they can't get to all of the stories posted herein. (They don't usually use the word "herein," but that's understandable. My vocabulary is obviously vastly superior to the average CWS-- that's why I'm the author, and you are the readers.)
Anyhoo... I would appreciate you letting me know if you have any problems with accessing the stories now (go ahead and bypass the Complaint Desk this one time). By the way, I ALWAYS appreciate feedback like that (my previous allusion to the fictitious Complaint Desk notwithstanding). How can I correct the errors of my ways if I don't know about them? Thank you in advance.
Second, I've posted a new story! Yeppers! It's true. It's called Paradise Island, and I think this guy is playing with his shorts already in anticipation.
Just a guess.
When you LogIn to see the new list of Stories, You'll see Paradise Island right there at the top.
Now, onto more important trivial issues: The results of the recent random poll. I have to admit that I'm mildly surprised by said results. Of course, the standard disclaimer applies: This is not a scientific poll. As well, everyone knows that 43% of statistics are made up.
But not on this site-- by gum!
The pressing question was this: If you HAD to live in one of these cities, which would you choose? LA or NYC?
The results were pretty much two-to-one in favor of the Big Apple. Sixty-six percent would live in NYC, vs. only 34% in LA.
My surprise lies in my apparently mindless assumption (who, me?) that CA is more sunnier, more gayer and more freer; and heck, you have beaches, tank tops and Venice Beach there for godssake!
I, myself, have visited both cities (I know-- not everyone can have the lifestyle of a world-famous writer and webmaster) and while I was very intrigued with New York, I like LA a tad more. (That said, if I absolutely HAD to live in California, LA would be the last place I'd choose.) I would have voted for LA, but that might be because I'm already a resident of the Left Coast. Dunno fersher. Now, though, I'm wondering what you CSWs know that I don't. Seems this might be a good topic for the FORUM.
26 May 2010
mean, this is no phone pic in the mirror. He's brought in the big guns-- in more ways than one!
Apparently he realizes that the physique he possesses requires much more than a cell phone camera to capture its magnificence. And I'd agree. Hell, he's beefy, and ripped. I mean, look at those intercostals!
I like the way he twists his arm to make his hand point outward when he flexes. Too hot!
If you liked that gorgeous blond hunk that I featured in yesterday's post (scroll down) you'll be wanting to LogIn and see some pix of him nekkid! Yes, nekkid!
Additionally, I have embedded a STEAMY HOT muscle sex scene on the inside (LogIn and then click HOME once again). Guaranteed to bring you to climax or your money back!
[OH-- and be sure to check out the latest BUFF ENCOUNTERS post (left margin). It's my very own!]
[OH again! I've put up a totally random poll, just for fun. Will be interesting to see the results!]
Who knew I had so much time on my hands?
25 May 2010
am beside myself with lust here.
Is this dude not the most totally hot package of muscle and adorableness you've ever feasted your eyes on?*
I imagine that maybe he's my cousin or something, and I'm spending the weekend with him. I'm having to share his room because of the lack of space at his parent's house. He is gone when I arrive there-- working out at the gym. When he returns, he takes off his workout clothes (see the "Gold's" weight belt on the bed there?) and jumps in the shower. When he comes out, I snap this pic.
"Seanny!" he laughs. "You're horrible! I bet you're going to post that on Facebook or something!"
[No, Trevin, not Facebook. I've got a much better venue to show off your uniquely amazingly gorgeous body.]
"Aw, Trevin," I respond, "You wish! I bet you already have scores of pix posted all over the 'net!"
He laughs. I drop my camera phone to the bed (and drop my jaw) and just stare while he dresses. Later, we share that bottle of rum he's got sitting on his bedstand there. We both get stone drunk-- and we get loose lips. The conversation turns raunchy, and, well... you can guess what happens later in the evening.
Yeah, this pic inspires great fantasies!
Unabashed confidence. And why not? He's got everything! That twinkle in both of his eyes drives me crazy! Those goldie-locks! And that perfect, blemish-free skin! Saving the best for last: that gut-wrenching, knee-weakening gorgeous, confident smile! OMFG! I want him.
Bad.
Really bad.
*to end a sentence in a preposition.
24 May 2010
s that the Chatanooga ChooChoo?
Dunno, but if this is the Conductor, or the Purser, or whatever, I'm all aboard.
So there I was, just minding my own business... riding the "City of New Orleans," cruising south.
The conductor came through the cabin, "Tickets please!"
I guess I'm always a little skittish when it comes to proving my identity/worthiness of presence. So when He asked to see my ticket, I blanched.
"Sir," he said-- his huge frame intimidating me to no end-- "I need to see your ticket."
I fumbled through my man-purse, looking for the stub.
Finally, I found it and produced it for the manly conductor.
"Thank you, sir," He said, smiling.
Then he did something totally unexpected. He winked at me and bent forward, whispering, "Sir, if you'll kindly join me at the rear of the car when I'm done examining tickets, I would like to afford you with a special opportunity."
That's all he said. I had no idea about what he meant. What I did know was that the dude was amazingly muscular and ripped.
There was no way I was going to ignore his offer.
I kept my eyes stealthily trained on the conductor-- craning my neck, watching his every move as he collected the passengers' tickets. His huge, muscular body moved gracefully through the cabin. My cock was helpless but to lengthen and thicken. He was muscle. All muscle. My heart pitter-pattered at an alarming rate.
When he was done examining tickets, he waited at the rear of the car. I stood, nervously, and approached him. He signaled me to join him, and he slipped out the door of the car, into the space between it and the car behind.
There, he undid his uniform, slipping off his shirt.
Hooooooly shit! He was more muscular than I had imagined!
He grinned.
Then he slipped off the straps from his uniform's upper torso. He moved toward the edge, between the cars, and looked outward where I snapped this picture.
Suffice it to say, glorious sex ensued.
It was the best train trip I have ever taken.
[Oh, and be sure to check out the latest Buff Encounter, in the left margin (main menu)!]
23 May 2010
I am currently working on the STORIES section of the site.
Consequently, for the next few days, most of the stories will be unavailable.
But, when they're back, they'll be more easy to access!
Thanks for your patience!
-=- Sean -=-
"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
“Chris,” I said softly.
