A few posts ago I was saying something about how low my sex drive was and how all the focus I was putting into my training and body was somehow stopping me from wanting to chase a little tail (or should I say Big bubble butt tail??) anyway... I had my last comp of the season yesterday and woke up this morning...nothing new really.... Sore from a hard days competing yesterday, itchy and rashed up from all the oil and tan and shimmer and sweat (the things we do to look good on stage??) but then I log on to check my emails and I think...Why not check out some other stuff.... so I was off onto www.bigmuscle.com, www.bgeast.com and www.can-am.com and whamo...IM BACK!!! Im HORNY AGAIN!!! And it feels good damnit!
There was always something missing in those last few weeks, not being sexual or horny kinda takes the pleasure out of being 4% body fat, ripped and muscle bound.... I fully intend on taking advantage of this....full advantage.
Because of my high points and high placing in the bodybuilding comp I competed in last week I received an invite to compete at a much larger event in the city. So here I am getting ready to oil up and flex my skinny butt on stage to be judged by all.....I can't wait. The anticipation is different this time round, instead of looking forward to the opportunity to do my thing onstage, Im really looking forward to a second chance with some of the things that I thought I stuffed up the first time round. Now, I know I have pretty much no chance in this competition because it is so much out of my league in terms of who competes there, but its such a great opportunity to get more stage experience and improve on my posing, presenting and 'performance'. So Im really looking forward to making some big improvements this time round. Because this is just for experience, and because I achieved so well at the competition I was aiming for it makes this whole experience much more about having a bit of fun and taking risks. So this time round the diet is going to be a little bit different in the lead up and we shall see the result of a different approach. Its all very exciting.
But I tell you all, with all this focus and energy being directed at this one thing...esp with so much focus on how my body is looking I have ZERO sex drive. (And doesn't that sound sexy?!?) Perhaps when its all finished and done, and I put just a little bit more weight on Ill feel sexy and energised again...hopefully Ill find time to hit a club in my Emerald city (that would be fun)
So anyway, its back to my boiled fish and steamed vegetables for now....Hopefully Ill have a rompy, sexy, sweaty and all so naughty story to tell you guys soon from my re-activated sex life... Because really, when your as lean as I am right now.... Anything can happen (Or should that be anyone??)
So why the silence? Like I was saying a few posts ago I was preparing for my first Bodybuilding competition. Well, it was last weekend and I won 2nd place in my weight division! Getting a placing in a first competition is a rare thing in this federation so Im just joyous over the result. Especially since I was only going in the comp for the experience and really wasn’t expecting to be competitive at all. Turns out that I was very competitive. It was such a fun and simply sensational day for me and I had a really great time and met tons of really cool guys and girls. It was nice to be the center of attention for a while with everyone’s efforts on that day focused on us compeditors up on stage. It was very cool. Now I’m preparing for the next level up in competition which is only a week after my last comp so I’ll probably maintain my silence for a little while longer.
Just wanted to say G’day and let you guys know that I am still writing here and how excited I am to see my visitor numbers going up every week. Now that Im writing for an audience rather then just for myself it should be a lot more interesting. So guys, (and/or girls) keep coming back and checking out my latest rants, adventures and experiences as I keep sharing with y’all my life.
Its me and muscle man. The lead up to these meetings usually involves a flurry of internet and SMS messages threatening the outstanding and terrible violence we are going to inflict on each other in our time together mixed with sentiments of lust, attraction and seething desire. The lead up to today was no different. And it made me horny. I would get an SMS mid morning at work saying “We will see little man who ends up standing over the loser - and yes we both end up being winners as we have a fucking hot time - can't wait to strain muscles with you tomorrow - horny as waiting to get you in my grips” When I replied with my usual biting sarcasm and reminded him of my pre-comp training and how that will effect our body battle he added further: “We will wait till after your comp then a full on gear grudge match - start off in singlets and strip down to skinpy tight lycra - see who does rule the mat room - then finsih off to blow on the mirror room” Can you guess that by now I’m horny? All through this I’m at work and trying to interact with people who have no idea I’m locked into a testosterone fuelled conversation vibrating at my leg.
So basically when we meet up, the foreplay is done. The sexual tension is so high that you can smell our hormones wafting as we walk down the street towards the spa. We get in and get changed. I just want to lick every part of his body when I see him…He is so hot and so sexy. And HUGE (big muscles = a big hardon from me).
So we walk through and try the door to the wrestling room. I might have described it before but Ill go through it again. It’s a themed room in this spa, a small room maybe 3m by 4m. The walls and floor are padded with really thick mats, like the ones gymnasts use to land on at the end of the pummel horse, thick. Its great because you can really throw a guy around and not hurt him too much. Perfect. Anyway, we try the door and its locked, MuscleMan doesn’t like that and lets out a frustrated groan, he turn to where Im standing behind him. I step forward and collect him on my way to the wall, pushing his back against the wall and his chest against mine. I grab his shoulders and pin him back hard against the wall and then get all in his face. Face to face maybe an inch apart staring into each others eyes feeling the tension and the animal lust that needed to be expressed. Then we kissed. Deep and strong, aggressive and caring, masculine and lustful. Hot. He breaks away walking down the hall… “If I don’t get you in there soon, we are going to make a scene out here!” Which is true, not one set of eyes moves from his body as he walks around this place…The whole time we are here they all stare at him. I follow him down the hall and push him into our second favourite room in this building…The mirror room.
Okay, so I know this sounds very ego fed. It is. I have an ego, so does he. I’m Narcissus damn it!! And I love mirrors. Especially when I get to see the reflection (from every angle) of me and this huge beast playing together. Every surface of this room other then the top padded surface of the bench/bed/fuck table is covered in mirrors. We drop our towels and put on wrestling singlets. Mine is a genuine University of Ohio collegiate number, whilst his is thinner and skimpier cut high on his massive thighs and low across his mountainous chest. We move together and feel each others bodies, our bulging cocks. I run my hands over his sharp cut chest and sensitive nipples and his ample, ample bodybuilders ass (I fuking LOVE bodybuilders asses, nothing like them in the world). He flexes each body part as I run my hands over it. It turn him around so Im facing his back and wrap my arms around his shoulders and arms to feel his chest from behind. I move in and nuzzle, suck, lick and nibble at his neck and ear lobes. He breathes deep loving the contact and attention, he loves flexing and loves the way my cock throbs in the crack of his lycra clad ass each time he hits a pose. Im quite a few inches taller then him so I can pull a bicep pose above him, he matches my flex and we admire the vision in the mirrors. All the way through this sexy play is spurts of pure bodybuildingness, like him teaching me how to pose properly or which bodyparts are good and the kind of exercises Ill need to do for when I hit the stage. He knows Im getting ready for my first show and wants me to do well… He gives me lots of advice. Whilst we remain very competitive there is never any question as to who the true champion is between the two of us. I think that ads to the fun.
I wrap my arm around his throat from behind and flex my bicep against his neck in a sleeper hold. I pull him backwards till I land on the bed and pull his weight on top of me. I wrap my legs around his tight, lean waist and squeeze my whole body to get his first submission. He powers out and around till he has my head in a side head lock and pulls the power on to squeeze and twist my head. I tap out and we break apart. We separate to see the massive boners bouncing in their lycra pouches. We need to get in that wrestling room!!
We hear the door slamming and quickly pull our towels and make a bolt for the room. We get in there and the door closes behind us, towels gone in an instant we start to circle. We move from hold to hold. Flipping and throwing each other around. He taps and I tap. The sweat literally pools on our bodies when we lay still between rounds. I am rock, solid hard as granite. After each submission we lay strewn atop each other, playing with each others bodies, feeling the bulging cloistered cocks and teasing at them through the lycra. As I submitted to MuscleMan another time it was clear that today he had won the meet. He stood up, pulled the straps of his singlet off his cannon ball shoulders and laid down on top of me with his singlet still around his waist. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and gently slid them down my arms exposing my chest and stomach. He nuzzled at my stomach and then pushed my singlet down my waist with his tongue and chin until he found the eager head of my dick. He took it into his mouth and started to suck, pulling the lycra down to under my balls.
Hehehe, Ill have to decide whether I want to share the rest of these details later.... ;-)
An early 20's dude who's trying hard to do something interesting... Which results in a manic obsesion with doing 'stuff'...(Like learning how to DJ, Learning how to wrestle, Competing in Bodybuilding, trying to get laid....repeatedly)
