That's all I need to say, right?
This guy's back: Delta.
I love those Greek letters. They're so descriptive.
Would you not give almost ANYTHING to scope out this Delta?
Seattle has so much that Portland does not: The wide-wide (yet still congested)* freeways, the overbearingly** tall downtown buildings, the ferries,*** that onerous sales tax...**** Yeah, Seattle's great.
Okay, okay, enough of the obvious city envy. I'll admit it, and maybe YOU can identify: You know of the TV show, "Dallas," right? Well, there, the character J. R. Ewing was popularly known as "The man you love to hate." Well for us Portlanders, Seattle is the city that you hate to love...*****
WHAT, might the CWS inquire, does any of this have to do with MUSCLE? I mean, this IS a MUSCLE website is it not?
Yes, dear patient CWS, it is.****** Thence, have a gander at today's posted pic: Hunky, muscley, gorgeous, with abs to-die-for, and a "pouch" to-die-for as well... Oh, and did I mention arms? I love his facial expression (AND his face alone!): Confident, smirking, lips. (Thanks to MARK, for yet another picture that he sent. He's always sending me the most HOT men!)
And by the way... today's post title is an homage to my post of a couple of days ago, about Josh Bergeron. Peaks. DID YOU SEE THE FREAKIN' BICEPS PEAKS ON THIS DUDE? Oh my fucking god... Scroll down and just STARE at his biceps for a minute. SPLIT-into-two-heads biceps. Muscles all over hell. Two DISTINCT HEADS on his biceps! The dude is a walking ORGASM I tell you! If you don't believe me, read that post and click on the link to his video. If, by the end of the clip, you haven't reached actual ORGASM, I will BUY you a private session with Josh himself. *******
THAT SAID, I have had, for a time now, a section on this site, titled "Off-topic." Yet in recent years, it has not been available to the general CWS public. I think I will reinstate it, and move some of my conversations to this "Off-topic" section. Soon: I'll post stuff there like "Portland will always be better than Seattle;" and "Alice, of 'The Brady Bunch' has died."
Stuff like that.
So, when I totally get it UP and running, I'll let you know.
Until then, I'd appreciate knowing if there are any associations out there what deal wif "Asterisk Addiction."
The first step in getting help, is admitting you have a problem.
* Oh, wait a minute. Portland's freeways may not be as wide, but if you're looking for a speedy way to get from point "A" to point "B," methinks the available transportation in either city is probably equally dismal. DON'T get me started, re: the Liberal's refusal to accomodate the demands of the People to "get around." (Read: Build no freeways, because they're evil!)
**Is this a word?
*** Well, Portland has ferries too, but we spell it differently.
**** Come visit Oregon! One of the almost only TWO states that has NO sales tax!
***** Please, fellow Portlanders, don't send me hate mail. Unless it's accompanied by a Starbucks gift card (of at least $25).
****** And yet, I advise you to be careful about any objection you might raise. This is MY WEBSITE, and I'll cry if I want to.
******* Certain restrictions apply.
obby Sherman. If your heart just skipped a beat at the reading of Bobby's name, you will like this post.* AND: If you even remotely recognize the above name, you're probably eligible for AARP, Medicare, and most likely: The ability to withdraw on your 401K without penalty.
That said, I sincerely hope that I haven't just lost half of my readers. I'M NOT THAT OLD!
Below, you will find clickage that will allow you to listen to a song: A song that Bobby Sherman recorded. This song was the theme for an American TV series back in the 60s. If you can identify this TV series, by listening to said song, YOU will receive a FREE, no-obligation EMAIL from Yours Truly! What could be more awesome than that?**
Click HERE to listen to said song. (And suffice it to say, I was enamored with Bobby, in my youth. He was so cute!)
It might interest the CWS to know that the TV series in question was set in the city where I spent this weekend-- a mere three hours drive from the most beautiful city in the Pacific Northwest.
Additionally, the actual title of said song pert-near mentions said Emerald City, many times. Dunno if that is helpful or not.***
I'll need to see the actual, correct name of said 60's TV series in the COMMENTS, below. And no fair consulting ANY Interwebs engines.
* God, I keep giving tells as to my real age! Nor have I been able to quit these damn asterisks!
** I have no idea why I am giving two asterisks here.
*** Someone needs to write a cool song about Portland.
o you want to see some mind-boggling arms?
I thought so.
This guy's biceps are amazing! Obviously-split, glorious biceps peaks. Just click on this picture! OMG!
Josh Bergeron has a set of guns that rival the best in the business, and are pert-near guaranteed to give any gay male muscle worshipper an instant hard-on... if not a complete, cathartic, cleansing and overwhelming orgasm.
If you rub it,* you will come.**
Can you imagine having a body that actually CAUSES other guys to have an orgasm? Simply by displaying said body to them? I have no idea if our Southern buddy, Josh, has any conceptualization of this concept;*** but I can definitely say that Josh has indeed caused Yours Truly to suffer**** an orgasm-- numerous times-- at the foot of his Muscle Throne.
So, as a public service, I present a video clip of Josh Bergeron. You'll love his southern drawl, guaranteed.
Clickage HERE will give you this really nice (and luxuriously long) video clip that might possibly produce an eruption of your semen. (Please make sure to clean up your keyboard afterward.) BE SURE to have your audio turned up, right from the beginning of the clip: When Josh says his name, with that Southern drawl, it's almost enough to make one come, then and there! SO CUTE and HUNKY!
* Your cock, duh.
**OMG, THIS is definitely going to be the title of one of my forthcoming books! I'm a GENIUS!
*** For what you're paying for this blog, be happy that you're getting 83% good english.
**** Yeah-- maybe "Suffer" isn't the right word.
es, I realize that nowhere in the world is it now, technically, summer. For us Northern Hemispherians, it's Spring, and for you Southern Hemispherians, it's Autumn (or, Fall, depending on who you ask).
Therefore, to say that "There's something about teen studs and summer," in today's headline is somewhat misleading.
But only somewhat.
You see, for those of you who are not familiar with American culture, we Americans like to say that Memorial Day is the "Unofficial beginning of summer."* And Memorial Day was this last Monday. So there.
In light of this (scientific) fact, I thought I'd post a nice pic of some young studly teenagers doing their summer thing. I see me some muscle, small as it might be. Still, very respectable on these young studs.
So, roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer!
That said, I'm off to Seattle for the weekend. I have a job to do. But I'll be back home to the Pacific Northwest's most beautiful city on Sunday afternoon.*** So, I must announce, like CBS used to do, back in the golden age of TV: "Some, or all of today's programming has been previously recorded for broadcast in this time zone."
Remind me: We need to do a poll. For now, I want to know: Did you watch CNN's TV show last night, "The Sixties"? As a matter of fact, I'm watching my DVR'd copy, as I compose this (soon-to-be-award-winning, I hope) post. I'm liking it. (Don't tell anyone: I was actually AROUND during the 60s.)
And later, I'm going to ask if you watched the NBC interview that Brian Williams did with Edward Snowden, and your thoughts about it.
OK. Nuff said for today.
* Sorry, Canadians, Memorial Day is a US holiday. Get your own. **
** Just kidding! I love me a Canadian! (Antoine Vaillant, anyone?) I've even been known to vacation in your fair Constitutional Monarchy, eh?
*** Yeah, some of us Portlanders look down our knobby noses at those haughty Seattleites. They think they're god's gift to Himself. You wanna know a fun fact? Seattle (city proper) has only about 28,000 more people than Portland. So there.****
**** Okay, the Seattle metro area holds about half again the population of the Portland metro area. But who ever said (besides gay men) bigger is better?
uality blog posts are hard to come by.* I'm hoping this post will be quality.
Okay, I have to admit, the only reason I started this post the way I did was because I've recently changed the drop-caps that begin each post, and I wanted to see what "Q" looked like.
That's the only reason.
So, let's move on, shall we?
Well, who is this fine young specimen what just happened to pop his bald head into the MusclePla.net studios? Looks like Victor Martinez to me!
Well, it's a pleasure to welcome you to The Planet, Vick. The Curious Web Surfer might enjoy mousing over today's picture wherein said CWS will see the other side of the Victor/Victoria duo.**
While Julie might be busy filming another sequel to The Princess Diaries, or something, Victor is here today to help us celebrate the re-posting of not one, but TWO chapters of "Strapping," my almost-award-winning story of muscle and lust. There is no extra charge for access to these TWO chapters today. FYI: Victor Martinez was the inspiration for this story. Wanna read the latest chapters of STRAPPING? Click in the right column, toward the top, on "Sean's Stories."
That said, do you want to see more of Victor? Well, you're in luck. I stumbled upon a YouTube clip of Victor working out his arms. There are actually quite a number of YouTube clips featuring Victor, but if you want a clip that is pert-near guaranteed to get your rocks off, click on the link below. Hint: The best part of the clip is toward the end, when he starts working his biceps (as opposed to his triceps). God almighty, this guy's arms look like so many guys' legs!
Oh, and thanks for your support, CWSs!
* To end a sentence in a preposition.
** Somehow I doubt Julie Andrews would have ever expected to have her image used in this context. But, hey, now you're famous, Julie!
hevy Chase, that icon of SNL entertainment and National Lampoon Vacation movies–– and more... is perhaps most famous (at least, in MY mind) for his delicious scene in Christmas Vacation, where he's standing at the jewelry counter, totally lost in lust over the buxomous and gorgeous saleswoman behind said counter. Her boobs are hanging out, in front of pretty-much god and everyone, almost touching Chevy's heterosexual face, and he's dumbfounded.
He's just staring at those jugs.
But in "Het-dom," this scene is classic.
Of course, I need not remind the CWS that in "Homo-dom," this scene makes us gay dudes just scratch our collective heads and mumble: "Huh? I don't get it."
Apparently, Chevy was either a great actor, or he was really, really straight. (Yet, now that I think about it, he could have been a really crappy actor, and STILL really, really straight. I'll let the CWS decide.)
Thence, here we are, with today's pic, facing the gay equivalent of a buxomous, gorgeous woman: Raciel Castro, and his delicious nipples, deliciously placed on his delicious pecs.
I'll take two, thankyouverymuch.
acking off, for us muscle worshippers, has a special draw, does it not?
Allow me to answer that question myself. Yes-- it does. IMO* there's nothing quite like looking at a picture or video of a muscle stud (or, as I am also wont to do, pasting the text of a written muscle story into my text-to-speech program, and listening to erotic prose) and stroking myself, up and down, until the aforementioned muscle hunk actually brings me to orgasm... just by being there.
One such gorgeous muscle stud is today's man, Blaire Mone. Did someone say adoreable? Did someone say huge and ripped? Did someone say gorgeous, confident smile? (Did someone say... nipples?)
But wait... there's more (from Seanny, today)! One of my most gracious CWSs asked me a few months ago (I know, I should respond more quickly. But I'm not a SWAT team, nor should I ever be construed to be any kind of a first-responder**; I'm a mild-mannered website host who is inundated with governmental regulations-- from not only the Federal Level, but the State, County, Municipal and HOA level for crying out loud!*** It takes TIME to do this shit! I can't be expected to be a responsible, punctual, courteous, quick-email-answering dude, can I?) to re-post one of my old stand-by favorites: The Farmer's Grandson.
Yeah, it's been awhile since you CWSs have seen THAT story. But feast your eyes, peeps. It's available again, for your reading (and, hopefully, masturatory) pleasure, simply by moving your limp wrist to your mouse, maneuvering your cursor across your screen, and clicking... HERE. Then check the right-hand menu. The Farmer's Grandson will be at the top. Please enjoy. And I'm sorry to the CWS who asked me, many moons ago, to re-post this story-- for my delay. But I still maintain that I shouldn't be held accountable for my own actions (or lack thereof).
Whatever the hell that means...
*I used to use IMHO, but someone recently pointed out to me that my opinion might NOT be that humble. ;)
** "Fist" responder, maybe.
*** Not to mention the United Nations, NORAD, UNESCO, ASPCA & NATO levels!
he guy at the community table at Starbucks has just ruined my day. In a good way, mind you. But I shan’t be able to concentrate at all now. He’s a total distraction. I guess my next book will be coming out a day later than I planned, unless I can make up for this guy in the next month or so.
He’s got a shaved head, a short beard, and a set of the most beautiful eyes this side of the Mississippi. Dark, long eyelashes, delicious brows. And everything about him screams handsome: Facial features and bone structure; a youthful, friendly demeanor with his study-partner; very nicely-proportioned body. Yeah, he works out.
Not “bodybuilder” work out, but the way he fills out his T-shirt is just so nice. Developed shoulders, and arms that are obviously not the product of lying on the couch. Big arms.
Some people might consider his voice to be whiney— or maybe a better word would be piercing. Very resonant; a tad higher than some. At first I thought it a bit irritating. Yet, having been here for a few hours now, and hearing him talk to his study-buddy, I think that if he and I were in a relationship, I would actually find his voice to be quite… comforting. Even in this crowded Starbucks today, I can hear his voice through the din. And that brings a certain solace; to know he is there. If we were at some party together, even if we got separated and ended up talking with various people alone, I know I could always hear him. I like that.
And WTF is going on with today’s picture? Do these two bodybuilders actually think this picture is all innocence and business? Are they not aware what this vision does to us muscle-worshipping gays? Holy guacamole!
n my recent release, the second book in my Tales of Monarchy Rae series, There Will Be Four, you get to know one of the main characters, Bull, a little bit more.
He was introduced in book one, Winter Falls-- but did you know that today's picture (at the right) was my inspiration for Bull?
Red hair, obviously a lumberjack, muscles bulging everywhere. Yeah. This is Bull. (If'n you're wanting to read the stories, click HERE to go to my Amazon/Kindle page.)
OH-- and I recently received an email from the author of one of my favorite gay muscle stories, David Marlow. He wrote Muscle Bound, a really cool story that I encourage all of my CWSs to read: Available HERE for your Kindle, or your computer screen, via Kindle Reader.
Oh-- did you know you don't actually have to have a Kindle to read Amazon's Kindle stories? You can download a FREE Kindle reader for either PC or Mac and read Kindle books right there on your computer! Who'da thunk? Check out amazon.com for more details. And if you can't find what you need, email me, and I'll hook you up.
One more thing: Check out the pic of the aforementioned author, David Marlow, HERE. OMG, I guess it takes muscle to know muscle! :)
OH-- and one MORE thing: Thanks for your patience during the recent update of my site. Lemme know what you think!
so there I was, just minding my own business, watching the workers as they progressed on their duties, sprucing up the Musclepla.net set to give you CWSs the utmost in deliciousness in your Web experience.
When, after taking a leak, I came out of the executive men's room (my own private Can was in disrepair on account of all the work going on around here), and popped my head into the new Musclepla.net conference room, I saw this sight (today's picture!).
"O. M. G." I said to myself. Then I quickly fetched my phone from my pocket and snapped a pic so you all could just about as much as I did.
Of course, I had to chastise the workers for goofing off on the job. Indeed, I called them into my office and told them they wouldn't be able to leave until they explained IN DETAIL what the fuck they were doing in the conference room.
What The Fuck they were doing.
Well, of course they were tongue tied. So I had them actually demonstrate for me.
What The Fuck they were doing.
Okay, now that we've got THAT out of the way, how do you like the new look? The workers tell me (between orgasms) that they're almost done. If you find something that they missed, would you be so kind as to email me? Thanks.
OH-- and did you hear the news? PETER is BACK! Click HERE to read some old favorites, and new favorites, by this legendary author of gay erotica! I am SO pleased to be hosting Peter's new site!
hile the movers are here moving things around Seanny Central, I thought I'd ask one of them if we could measure his upper arm.
Turns out he was quite amenable to that idea.
OH: And if you (tried to) read "Street View 2" I went back in and fixed a problem with the formatting. Now, when the main character is thinking to himself, it is italicized-- the way I wrote it, but didn't paste it in correctly. That's fixed now.
A bunch of other stuff is gonna be funny over the weekend, so stick in there!
ell the Curious Web Surfer might be wondering: WTF?
Yes. WTF indeed.
Allow me to illucidate: I'm doing a bit of remodeling. Thence, your tried and true website might look quite a bit weird over the weekend.
I appreciate your patience.
I am, after all, alone here on this venture. I hate to admit it but, I actually have no staff. The phallic skyscraper that so many of you have come to love, based in Wanker's Corner, Oregon, is just a fantasty. An image. Soffestry.
Please don't tell anyone.
I'm alone. So alone. Everything that has to be done... has to be done by... me. There is no awesome staff, fawning to my every need. Tending to my every wish.
PLEASE don't tell anyone. It would RUIN my reputation as a high-falutin webmaster: Ruler of a jazzilion minions who quiver at my every order.
Yes, we're* rebuilding the site. Remodeling. Refurbishing. Yet, *I* am the only one moving the furniture.
Yes, I'm hopeless.
If you feel sorry for me (and after all, THAT is the INTENT of this post), won't you please buy one of my books? On amazon.com? Like: HERE?
DO, however, check back soon. Over the weekend you'll see the new stuff popping up. Popping, I tell you.
Thank you for your support.
* "WE" = Sean R. Scott
The LAST FLIPPING CENTURY! Can you imagine that? Wasn't that when Queen FLipping Victoria was sitting on the British Throne?
Oh. I guess that was the PREVIOUS last century. And I wasn't around then either. As Emily Litella would say: Nevermind.
Yet, I do know that there are a bunch of you CWSs who have been reading my stuff since, like... for EV-er.
Well, starting tonight, and reaching well into this weekend ("Memorial Day Weekend" for those of you in the United States), the Musclepla.net site will be undergoing a bit of a remodel.
Indeed: We have the big, burley, brawny movers coming in. It should be quite a sight. For now, please enjoy Lex, here, above. He's flexing all over hell, just for you. And if I do say so myself, he's a MOVER.
OH, and while we're remodeling, please DO read the second chapter of my glorious (if I do say so myself) tome, "STREET VIEW." It's free. It's wonderful. And it's ready for your readingness.
Click on SEAN'S STORIES in the right-hand menu. (After, of course, you're done masturbating to Lex's wonderful guns.)
Stay tuned for more INCREDIBLE wonderfulness to come, this weekend! Like REALLY wonderful stuff, by one of my favorite authors! Yeah, I'm building a new website for PETER! (You remember peterbilt... Peter... don't you? Yeah, he's BACK! And I'm going to host his new website!) More to come this weekend!
*Curious Web Surfers