07 September 2010

pparently, we have now learned of crushme99's all-time favorite bodybuilder.

Yeah, you never know who is reading the Comments on these posts. In response to yesterday's pic of Gary Strydom, crushme99 spilled the beans. 

Now we know.

I hope you don't mind me calling you out on this, crushme-- but it's only because I totally agree with you! Matt was such a golden-blond hunk! In fact, I recall mentioning the Mendenhall Effect before, on this very site!

In doing the very thorough research for this post-- research for which I am known worldwide, I'll have you know-- I came across more than one article that lamented Matt's inability to rise to the very top, even though he had the genetics and drive to do so. The CWS who has an interest in this subject might find a quick Google search very rewarding. (Yes, Google is my research tool of choice-- professional researchers like myself know where to go...) 

And did I mention Matt's adorable goldy-locks? God, he was such a god! CLICK HERE for another fantastic pic of Matt! (One of my favorites!) 

Thanks, crushme99, for reminding me of this fantastic man! 

06 September 2010

peaking of those magnificent bodybuilders who helped feed my early obsession with muscle, Gary Strydom-- especially this picture-- was the subject of many of my orgasmic fantasies when he was in his prime.

Don't you just love his expression here?: "You know you want to touch, don't you..." And just feast your eyes on those arms, shoulders and perfectly-pouted PECS! OMG, to coin a popular phrase. (Can you imagine seeing THIS walking around your house some evening, in just some boxers, all "wazzup?"-like? Unbelievable.) 

Oh, and don't forget the bumpy two-lane highway that leads from Pectropolis southward to the pot-o-gold below! 

05 September 2010

ne of my favorite musclemen of all time is Mike Matarazzo (any CWS familiar with this site would have known that). It's been awhile since I've posted a pic of Mike, so here ya' go. 

I could spend hours ogling this guy's body. The man is, to me, the epitome of male pulchritude-- huge, ripped muscles, gorgeous symmetry, delicious flat-top, a singular Bostonian nose (not to mention accent), and a confident smile that could make Hercules himself wonder about his own strength.

I can't tell you how much of my own DNA has been spilled because of this guy. In fact, the very first story I ever wrote was written with Mike M. as the main character. It's somewhat embarrassing to return to that story (I'm SOOOOOOOoooo much better of a writer now!!!!!!!!   [joke!]). But if you've got a hankering to read of the foundations of my writing career (stelar as it is), check it out! I do believe "Muscular Mike" has contributed to many other men's DNA production. 

At least I hope so.  :)   (There is also a second part to the story, so feel free to read on!)

Oh, and happy Labor Day for you Americans! I think I'll take the day off!

04 September 2010

e and my buddy went bungee jumping this weekend. I realize that's incorrect english (don't get me started) but I had to state it that way because I'm playing the roll of some grammar-deficient jock who cares more about the thrill than correctly communicating said thrill.

That said, we had a great time. Lots of girls there. Lots. And I just couldn't help but love the awesomeness of the whole event. Lots of jocks like me there too. Lots.

Well, after me and my buddy strapped the bungees to our ankles, we jumped off the bridge (see it there in the background?) together. If you've never jumped off a bridge with your buddy, I highly recommend it. When we stretched the bungees all the way, there was a slight pause. We looked at each other. Our heads were only a few feet from the river. He looked at me like he was ready to die. He was pale-white. He looked really scared. We were this close to death itself. 

He said to me-- in that instant-- "Seanny. I love you."

Afterward, we got our picture taken on the shore. The dude and I forgot all about what he said. Later, we chugged a few beers at a local tavern. 

I told him I loved him too.

He looked down at the floor, and then back at me; he looked like his eyes were watering. He looked back at me. Big, teddy bear eyes. God, I never saw him look so hunky-- studly-- yet totally cool and "sensitive."

I stared at him.

Just as he looked ready to burst into tears, I said, "Kiddin' man!" I laughed loudly.

He laughed back as he wiped his eyes. "Dude, you're the worst!" he laughed.

[Oh-- and don't neglect to check out the recent Buff Encounter! This guy is really well-built! And, he's obviously gay!] 

03 September 2010

think this is Jeff Dwelle, but then I've been known to be wrong (see yesterday's post).

And I know all of you CWSs are waiting with baited breath for the results of our latest Poll! So, here goes: The pressing question was motivated by my own disdain with my IN box situation. Scores and scores of emails in it. So, I wanted to know if I was alone.

Apparently, the answer is a resounding "NO." As you can see from the pie chart below, nearly half of you have more than 100 emails in your IN box. 

Click on the pie to see it bigger. As you can see, I colored the results to indicate less emails in your IN box with the cooler colors; the hotter the color, the more emails in the IN box.  More than half of us have more than 25 emails in our IN boxes.

Fortunately, I spent some quality time with my laptop today and I'm happy to say I now have far fewer than 100 in my IN box. I hope to whittle it away this weekend, down to nuttin'.

02 September 2010

onderfulment. His muscles are pure wonderfulment.

I was sure this is Pedro What's Hisname. Although he seems to be packin' a tad more beef than I remember on ol' Pedro (or is it Dan?). 

If you're Logged In, CLICK HERE to see Pedro at his orgasmic best. Would that I could be on the giving end of THAT encounter! As for this pic, thanks for the heads-up from my faithful CWSs. It's of Welsh bodybuilder James "Flex" Lewis. 

In other news...

I've been busy. And, unfortunately once the approaching three-day weekend has run its course, I anticipate even more business. (Busy-ness?) [Can you believe it was a whole year ago when we had our first-ever (and so far, only) Three-Day-Weekend-A-Thon? Wow!]

So, in the inimitable words of the late Paul Harvey (the radio guy, not the bodybuilder), if I am absent from some of these broadcasts... you'll know why. Will try and be real good about being here. The future is (always) unknown. 

Oh, and tomorrow night (Spacific Time) I'll be taking down the poll. Make sure you've taken it!  >> Left Margin

01 September 2010

and a smile...

Do you remember that tag line? 

If so, you're old enough to be viewing this website, thankyouverymuch. Have a nice day.  

In other news, check out the new poll (in the left margin). It's totally random; I just thought it would be fun to know, since *I* have so way-too-many emails in MY InBox. I used to keep it absolutely clean. Yet in the past few months, I've been really busy, and I've fallen behind. So, please be honest-- let me know!  :)

31 August 2010

urricane Earl is slowly moving up the Eastern Seaboard. I had the pleasure of interviewing these two fine North Carolinian specimens while I was polling residents to see if they would evacuate.

"Never," they said. "We're strong. We're going to stay and weather the storm. Tie us to a phone pole, and we're good to go."

I, for one, think I just might stick around for that. Worse comes to worst, we might have to go to my hotel room and instead of tying them to a phone pole, I just tie them to the bed and see what happens...

29 August 2010

ven this small view of Chad Ray Martin's phenomenal body just gets my motor going...

You can see the delicious sweat from his workout (especially under his neck), his gorgeous face, his gargantuan muscles (traps, delts, shoulders, pecs), his flawless skin, and his amazing good looks-- despite his state of obvious exhaustion from his intense workout.

Would that I could spend even a few minutes with this musclegod. From the video clips I've seen of him, he has an innocent demeanor, full of his Southern heritage and adorable drawl.

He is all man.

He is hunkiness personified.

And... I just love his name: Chad. 

I love his blond hair. 

I love his body.

I am awestruck. 

[Oh, and be sure to LogIn to read John's latest chapter in his "Growing Challenge" series. Chapter THREE is my favorite!]

27 August 2010

don't know about you, but this picture smacks of some cheap porn movie. You know, where the dude is such a bad actor that he has no idea where his motivation is coming from... and then when he opens his mouth (to talk) he speaks his lines so poorly that you wonder if he thinks he's reciting the Pledge of Allegiance: "Certainly, sir. I just happen to go shirtless whenever I'm called to rescue cats."

And after the cat is safe, the frisky fireman and the hapless homeowner dude just spontaneously start kissing-- but only for about five seconds-- and then they go directly for the 69.

Yeah, that's what this pic reminds me of, for some reason.

And yet, the guy does look really, really good. Nice intercostals, etc.