o many web hosts would die to have Curious Web Surfers as fantastic as mine. As a matter of fact, just last month, during the annual meeting of Purveyors Of Radical Net Orgasmic Content Of 'Merica (PORNOCOM),* whilst I was working the room, webmaster after webmaster approached me, congratulating me on the high caliber of CWSs what frequent my site.
I beamed from ear-to-ear.
And then I had another glass of champagne. Or three.
That said, today my IN box was graced with yet another collection of photographs by the epic stealthy photographer of muscle, Chuck. You remember Chuck, don't you? A week ago, we featured a couple of Chux pix--surreptitiously-taken on Manhattan Island. So, when I saw that Chuckles himself was sending more juicy muscle our way, I yipped with glee. My gleeful yippage was justified.
Take a gander at the pictures below. You can click them if you want, and they'll become big. Actually, you can do anything to them that you want. On my computer, I can use the arrow keys to navigate through the pix, once I click on the first one. You might try it.
Chuck said, in his accompanying email:
When all train service into NY was delayed this morning, I arrived at Penn Station about 45 minutes later than normal. As I approached the escalator, I noticed a bulging tricep and a tightly stretched shirt ahead of me. I managed to get nearby and snapped these pictures. I couldn't chose a favorite, so I'm sending you all of them. This was my reward for having a delayed commute. He was about 6 feet tall, and worth the pursuit. Enjoy!!!
PS - I'm guessing this guy has a sore throat from having to swallow that shirt and pants to get them on. I'm not complaining.
So now the BOD** wants to know, why in heck is Chuckles the only one sending in surreptitiously-taken pictures of Summer Muscle? They've tasked me to find out, and I'm almost ready to form a Blue-Ribbon panel (or shall we call it a White-Ribbon panel? --get it? White ribbon, as in ribbons of white spewing forth from an orgasmic orifice?) to get to the bottom of this. If, as I beamed to my fellow (yet hopelessly less successful than Yours Truly) webmasters, that it is true that my CWSs are superior, it would fit that they'd be sending pic after pic of random, walkin' around muscle.***
So, send 'em already!
After I told Chuckles that his pix were going to be published, I asked him how in heck he gets so many pix of muscle dudes without being spotted:
Thanks, Sean. I hold the phone up, pointed in his direction, and just click away. Usually, I'm looking the other direction, so he doesn't suspect that I am taking his picture. I enjoy doing it, to be honest. And this guy was worthwhile. He was bulging, all over. His clothes were hugging him like a drowning man holding on to a life preserver. And he has an ASS that poems should be written about.
I'd like to say I tried to resist taking his picture, but that would be a lie. He was smoking hot, and I took advantage. Thanks for giving me an outlet for my voyeuristic fun! FYI - There seem to be an unusually large number of hot guys on the street lately. Hopefully I can get you more shots as the summer progresses!
Your simpatico brother in muscle admiration,
Thanks, Chuck! DO send more!
* Do I even need to mention that this super-secret society of Webmasters is so super-secret that most intelligent people totally even doubt its existence?
** Board of Directors of MusclePla.net.
*** Please don't email me with complaints about the convoluted, awkward construct of this sentence. I know the rules, and that gives me license to break 'em when I wanna.