Quick post of a real favourite of mine, and the first real big bodybuilder I ever met in the flesh...and oh what flesh that was!
Seeing Paul Demayo up close was mind-blowing; you just can't help but be taken aback by the sheer size of a Pro Bodybuilder, like Paul. You think you know what to expect, having seen pictures in the magazines or on the TV etc, but it just doesn't prepare you for the mass, that these guys carry.

By sheer accident, I was seated right next to Paul on a flight from Chicago O'Hare to Texas......And when I saw him come to the gate, I kind of recognised him, from the magazines and stuff,  but I was too scared, to speak to him..(Paul was the 1st REAL Bodybuilder I had ever seen, and I couldn't quite process, HOW HUGE THIS FREAK WAS!!!), so when he looked right at me, I diverted my gaze stupidly, and pretended i didn't see THIS MASSIVE FREAK!!

And then, wouldn't you know, Paul was seated 65 to my 66, on a busy flight, and I had his massive muscles, spilling into my lap..LOL!!!

So NOW, I have to speak to him, and I try to just pretend he's an ordinary Joe, (despite his ridiculous MASS!), and ask him if he'd prefer the isle seat to the inside?

Paul smiles, then laughs, at my unusual 'foreign' accent, and asks me where I'm from??
"I'm from Ireland via Scotland friend. I hope you don't mind me saying Mr, but you've got as AMAZING physique.....Are you a Strength Athlete or something??"

"Ha, man, you're accent is so cool....I could listen to that all day! What did you say, LOL?"

"Would you like the isle seat Big Fella?? I can see you're an athlete of some size, and if that's any help to ye, big yin??"

......So that's how it began......I met this 'Gentle Giant' of a man on a flight, and he invited me to join him for dinner.....He loved my strange accent, and I never let on, that his physique was something, that I had watched some lovers LUST over like hell, and that I was MORE than 'hugely sexually jealous" of him........Well not until dinner was over, LOL!!

In dinner conversation, I can't help but mention Paul's huge size: I tell him he looks amazing, but try hard not to blush!
"Paul just laughs at me, and says: I take it you've never seen a real Bodybuilder before??"

"No sir, I've never been in the presence of a giant, such as your good self ! I promise you, I've never said this to any man before, but could you please show me, a little bit of your muscles??
I'm embarrassed to ask, but I've NEVER seen a real Bodybuilder in the flesh.....I'm a little bit in awe, frankly, kinda curious & scared, in equal measure, Big Fella!"

"No prahblem Ray......I like ya, You're honest and I'm glad to hear ya say, you'd like to see my physique....Too many folks, just act plain nasty to athletes like us.....They call us freaks, and gaylords, without even speaking to us.....It's horrible!"

"Paul, isn't there a fair chance, that someone your size intimidates people, when you 1st meet them?"

"Sure! Did I intimidate you, at the Airport??"

"Of course, I'm still intimidated by you, because of the sheer mass of ye, but I tried to not let that affect how I spoke with you Paul! You've been a pleasure to speak to, & get to know a little, but I'd still probably shit myself, if you stopped me in a dark alley, Big Fella!"

"Ha, ha, nah, that's fair enough Ray. There's been times when I've caught myself in the mirror, and frightened myself to be fair......especially dieting down for a show!
Ya want ta come up to the room for a drink Ray, or are ya 'too scared' of me, LOL??"

"I'm not scared of you Paul...I'm INTIMIDATED by the size of ye, ya big brut! But like I told ye, I've NEVER known any real Bodybuilders before......I can't say what I think of your sport, 'till I see your finished work Paul!! Like I said: 'I promise you, I've never said this to any man before, but could you please show me, a little bit of your muscle??'

"Come on up to the room Ray, and you can see for yourself!"

So 

 

When Paul flexed for me, I was GONE!! I mean, I just lost it!

All my supposed composure, and coolness deserted me, and I couldn't keep my hands from touching and feeling his huge muscles, and my poor dick was rock hard and bulging through my pants like a flag-pole........ and Paul just laughed at me, and kept flexing, watching my helplessness before his mass & power!

"Do ya wanna wrestle me Ray ?? I think you like what you see....Do you wanna feel my power too??"

And then there was Francis H...

I would have been 12  when I first met Francis. He was the year ahead of me in our horribly repressive boarding school, and he was a bit of a misfit, like me I suppose...
Francis' problem was that he wasn't naturally 'sporty' just not coordinated, if you follow me, though he was a good cross-country runner, but just no good at boys' team sports: football, rugby etc....so he just didn't join in with them, and as that was what everyone did during our freetime, it left him out....

After a while, I lost interest in football, as that was all we ever seemed to play, and so I would pal about with Francis during our recreation, and for some reason, we got into play wrestling....with a difference!

Francis was a bit of a freak physically, he didn't like sports as I said, but nevertheless, he was one of those lucky boys who was just naturally blessed with a fantastic physique. Francis was really muscley! Without any effort, he just had great, defined muscles and the strength that went with it, and that made him more than a match for me at our wrestling.

He was too strong in the upper body, and because he kept winning, I told him I wouldn't wrestle with him any more, as what was the point: he always won, (he was also a year older too!) So Francis proposed that he would ONLY use his legs, no arm holds for him just legs...so if I started on my knees, he would only be allowed to use his legs for submissions....
Fair enough I thought, that should give me a better chance... didn't quite work out that way.
Francis would always wrestle barefoot, and he had strangely prehensile 'monkey' feet with which he seemed to be able to 'grab' me or grab one foot with the other, to make some painful 'vices', and still make me submit! He had some bizarre holds, that I generally never saw coming: he was oddly flexible too, so got his legs and feet into strange positions, but what really got me, ( and I know he did it deliberately, as always sniggered doing it!), is that his favourite move seemed to involve him getting one foot behind my head, and applying increasing pressure with his other foot, right into my face! And annoyingly, he ALWAYS seemed to be able to get to this position from a variety of positions....
I was allowed to use my hands to defend against these moves, but the strength of his legs and feet was always so much stronger than my arms...legs are just so much stronger anyway, and Francis had some wicked calf muscles, so I could never get his bloody feet out of my face. He knew that, and just toyed with me, rubbing the ball of his foot all over my face for ages, before going for the submission! Many times he referred to me as his 'foot bitch', because of err, 'forfeits' that I had to do for losing/submitting in the bouts....
You can guess what that might have involved, LOL!

Anyway, we did this play wrestling most nights, and I occasionally won, but more often lost, and I could never work out why, when I could use my hands, and Francis couldn't....But in my 2nd year, we got a new gym put in, and so we took to that in addition to a little mat wrestling. Another boy, called Stephen, seemed to know how to weight train, and designed our workouts. Stephen was short, but stocky and really strong for his size.
So we started working out regularly with the new weights, and while Stephen and I made slow, steady progress, Francis just sailed ahead of us, getting bigger and harder much more quickly then we did. Like I said, he was a bit of freak physique wise, and even before he touched any weights, he had killer bicep peaks, and great natural, muscular shape to him: great calves and thighs, from his running, and his strange habit of walking about barefoot on his tiptoes much of the time...But the progress he made so quickly was frightening! Every single workout, he seemed to be able to handle more and more weight, and he just ballooned in size, from his already good physique to begin with.

After about six months, while Stephen and I had gotten a bit bigger and harder, Francis was absolutely ripped! When we measured him, he had gained 16 inch arms, 26 inch thighs, and had an incredible set of pecs on him, that most bodybuilders would have been proud of. And he was as strong as an ox, doing weights for reps, that we couldn't handle for maximums, and all this while he was only 15!

When we finally persuaded Francis to do some proper posing, both Stephen and I suffered the proverbial jaws hitting the floor, when he stripped off and posed before the mirrors, because he was huge, hard and ripped...and I mean ripped: 8 pack abs, flared lats, pecs to die for, and arms that anyone would have been proud to show off. But it was his legs that took the prize; big, hard and beautifully separated thighs with his awesome, God-given calves, that some folk will never gain!
He was an absolute brute, for such a young man, and we both knew that Francis could compete with that physique, if he wanted to; he just didn't have any weaknesses, and gained size so quickly that he could take his physique to any stage he put his mind to

Continuing on from my last post, it's the wake up call, the shock to the system, that men like these muscle-bound beasts, can confuse the hell out of your idea of who and what's attractive to you....and can even force you to question your own long treasured beliefs, PROFOUNDLY!

So I'm straight, aren't I?? I keep trying to reconcile my belief in my own profound straightness, with the obvious, VERY obvious fact, that the pictures inside this magazine I so casually picked up, but now can't get out of my mind, HAVE CHANGED MY VERY IDEA of attraction and even the gender which turns me on....

A huge part of me wants to get the magazine out and show the awesome pics of Gaspari, to my friends, like I would of some hot girl....It takes EVERY iota of my little strength to NOT show them, because I WANT to see them again myself...to drink in their ridiculous, hard muscular hotness, that floored me in every conceivable way; that made me 'think again' in the most profound way! A MAN, who can make my dick so hard, I feel I'm going to explode?? And I genuinely want to know: 'Is It just me, or is this guy HOT or what?'....What do you think guys?
But something stops me....fear of ridicule perhaps, or maybe just the rawness of my own so recent 'confusion', but maybe more than that, that THIS IS MINE, and I can't think of ANYTHING other than the burning lust in my loins for this beautiful, massive man. I just want to be alone with Rich, and my magazine pics, to explore this shocking new attraction and lust and envy for these huge, hard manly muscles....My dick can't be ignored...it wants what it wants, and it wants private time with Rich and the hardness of my dick matching the hardness of Rich's bod!

Remember, until a few minutes ago, I had NEVER even questioned the 'fact' that men are not attractive to me....men are mates, pals, but fundamentally ugly!" So, I'm in shock, still reeling from the sledgehammer blow that these pictures of a Muscle God had made on me: Maybe if I show them to my friends, they'll feel the same?? Maybe they will be shocked to the core, in seeing the incredible sexual attraction, of a massively muscled, hard-as-f**k male physique?? It's SO tempting to share this revelation.....but I don't

No matter how I try to spin it, these pictures of Gaspari, have my young dick bursting, through my jeans, absolutely and totally LUSTING after this MAN'S hard, muscular body...How 'gay' is that for God's sake? I've NEVER been more besotted, more turned on and randy in my LIFE, and it's for a cliche of 'gayness'; a big, muscle-bound bodybuilder posing, and strutting about in a pair of speedos while I look on and ogle his amazing body, ffs!!It would be comic, if it weren't so bloody real and urgent.....

Somehow I made it to my train stop without blabbing or showing off my new crush of crushes....I got off and ran home, clutching my muscle mag as if my life depended on it. I got to my room, and closed the door...FINALLY, you and me Rich....let me look upon those fine muscles of yours, and pay them the homage they so deserve....
I didn't even have to touch myself....I just EXPLODED while gazing upon Rich's leg workout pics! Those huge, hard ripped quads and hamstrings like a race horse, not to mention those amazing, rock hard diamond-shaped claves, that seemed to take up the whole of his lower legs.......Man I was gone....

I couldn't understand it, but for the 1st time in my life, I was looking upon a man, okay a very special man, with such huge muscles, bulging veins, hardness, and the apparent power of a raging bull, but a man nonetheless who made my heart skip, my throat dry and my dick so hard it actually hurt!! I think I came at least 3 or 4 times just looking at those workout pics, right after each other....And I've never recovered from the shock of seeing those pics in that Train Station, nor the shock of experiencing the power of a muscle-bound man to confuse the hell out of me and my apparent certainties....

I would explore this whole new-found lust/attraction for musclemen further of course, but it all started with that casual look through a muscle mag, and pictures of a muscle God that changed everything for me...Hell it changed me!

Greetings all!

This is my first post and I really should tell you WHY I've set this up. This Blog is dedicated to sexual 'CONFUSION' caused by MUSCLE; particularly caused by MALE muscle, for men, but also female Muscle for women!

Why do huge, hard, muscles 'confuse' us and our sexuality?? Why do many straight men, feel an 'awkward' attraction, even desire when we see a massive bodybuilder on our screens or even worse, in real life!! It has  been psychologically demonstrated, repeatedly, that 'straight' males when under "Sexual Arousal " tests, experience "unwanted" penile arousal, when shown pictures of MALE bodybuilders, flexing or posing!! An AROUSAL that most subjects are at a lost to explain, and are often discomforted by....

So HERE we will explore that CONFUSION!! WHY does it happen to so many of us??

I know I can't be alone out there, but while I believe I'm straight, there is the rather awkward fact, that  BIG, RIPPED, MASSIVE, even SCARY, Muscle-bound men, absolutely cause me ridiculous wood!! And they ALWAYS have, ever since I was a child!!

I remember as clear as day, back when I was no more than 14, the first time I saw a BIG, RIPPED, bodybuilder in a magazine; I know now that he was none other than the Great Rich Gaspari, but back then, just the sight of his insane, MASSIVE muscles on those pages, had me in a ridiculous pickle!! Here I was, standing with my fellow 'straight' friends, standing waiting on a train, and I had WOOD, and I mean SERIOUS WOOD, after looking at this muscle-bound stud, posing and flexing on those pages, in his wee speedos and shorts, and ME, a supposedly straight young boy, I'M as hard as a ROCK, bursting through my trousers....for a MAN....a BIG man, and his HUGE, SCARY, RIPPED, powerful Muscles....

I can see Rich still, in those magazine pictures: a 'Special on Rich Gaspari Trains'; standing taunt; in control of his massive but elegantly proportioned muscles, one of the best Bodybuilders in the World back then,   flexing huge bat-like lats; repping horseshoe sized triceps;  squatting more big heavy, plates than I thought humanly possible; curling ridiculously heavy dumbells with baseball sized biceps; pumping silly-sized pecs, that came up to his chin when he flexed; posing his INSANE quads and calves, and showing his bare, outrageously muscular chest & back, like a page from an Anatomy book!! He was a MONSTER of musculature: so strong, so hard and so bloody cocky in his massive muscles; he simply KNEW he was a God amongst mortals, and he enjoyed his physical power and perfection, and the wanton desire he evoked in those who looked upon his incredibly muscle-bound body!

I could NOT look away from this man's spectacularly muscular body....It was like a magnet drawing my gaze, and enthralling my entire being with both 'envy' and 'desire'....I SO WANTED to look like him, more than ANYTHING I did... because he looked like a beautiful, powerful God amongst men...
But I ALSO wanted to touch him, to hold him and caress that physical work of art that was Gaspari's physique, in human, yet oh-so-manly, yet animal musculature....to feel the real power and hardness of those beautifully hard, vascular muscles, and feel his strength and superiority, that had captivated me, from that first moment

Why?? I don't fancy men....I've NEVER met an ordinary man, I thought was in the LEAST bit sexually attractive....and yet I'M HARD, HARD as f**k for this massively huge, but beautifully sexy, ripped as f**k bodybuilder, and his incredibly hard muscles and vasularity....

He HAD ME IN A SEXUAL TRANCE, that I was powerless to resist! Without a word of exaggeration, if Rich Gaspari himself, had come up to me right then, and TOLD me, he was going to 'have' me, and that I was going to do EVERYTHING that he told me to, I would have done it, WITHOUT Hesitation, so much was I under his muscle-bound spell!! It was a complete loss of self-control, for a muscleman I didn't even know. I was BESOTTED by his muscularity....hypnotized really....every movement or flex creating ripples of  hard vascularity and muscular, beautiful sculpture....

I have NEVER been so powerless to resist, the deep, deep desire, the irresistible magnetic attraction, the all-encompassing NEED to take hold of his massively muscular, but beautifully hard and strong body, and the enchanted sexual seduction of this man's outrageously powerful, muscle-bound physique, which LEAPT from the magazine's pages and GRABBED me with such muscular, powerful, lustful envy, that I was BEHOLDEN, captivated by his muscles alone! I was HIS, completely, and alone!

So of course I had to buy this devine muscle mag, and PRAY I could last until I got home, and be finally alone with my new muse, my captivation, the beautiful, massive muscles that filled me with such craven desire, that I was slave to them without redemption....The very thought of those pictures made my very loins burst with the NEED for him...his massive, hard, muscular perfection of body had so enchanted & bewitched me with its' powerful, muscular beauty, that I NEEDED him...I NEEDED his body, his muscles, his strength, his sex...
But I could NOT help but THINK of those craven pictures, those wanton images of physical, muscular perfection, while I sat there with my friends...YEARNING like a man possessed to be alone with my pictures of Rich, and his awesome, powerful and beautifully huge physique!!

I sat there, hiding my painfullly hard erection, unable to think of things which might have allowed it to soften! I WANTED RICH! I wanted his BODY, his MUSCLES, his VEINS, his power, his STRENGTH, his HOLD over me...HIS SEX....I WANTED HIM COMPLETELY, and without reserve. He OWNED me, every molecule of me! I had NOTHING but hard, hard, animal lust for him and every inch of his hard, massive muscles which so filled me with want, no, NEED for them!

Unable to divert my mind one iota, from Rich and every seductive inch of his huge muscularity, it happened: His muscles flexed in my mind, and a cable sized vein appeared on his huge outer bicep....he was 'flirting' with me....he wanted me to feel that massive arm and enjoy his, no OUR power!! My poor dick was nearly ripping through my genes....It HURT to think of him, it cut me to the core, to consider his massiveness, his hardness, his power, his MUSCLES! The desire and lust he evoked from me, made me physically sick. I was dry of mouth, unable to speak, or participate in the chat of my friends aboard the train....I was 'Lust-sick', my mind and entire consciousness entirely devoted to thoughts of Rich's oh-so-mesmerising musculature, and sheer beautiful mass! I was in a rapture of sordid lust and need for that physique...

So I was still LUSTING after this huge, muscle-bound bodybuilding MAN, and my young dick was BURSTING through my trousers with unfettered desire for this hard, vascular, muscle-bound man.....How did it come to this??? Why was I seduced so completely and utterly, but a man's powerful, hard, muscular body, that left me helpless with desire and LUST and envy???

Why is that?? Do you suffer from the same affliction yourself?

[Next time, the pent up desire and relief when I finally get home, and alone to indulge myself with Rich and our pics!]

Well, the thing is, sometimes you have to really honest with yourself, and ADMIT, that SOME men, like Rich, or Aaron, or Paul, have such beautiful bodies, that THEY DO make you lust after them.......A perfect, muscular male body, is a SEXY body, either because you WISH you had that Physique, and if you can be sincere, you're "Sexually Jealous" of their bodies.....or, because you can SEE for yourself, that those Physiques, are "things of sexual beauty" in their own right......

For instance:

I would give ANYTHING, to have these studs physiques......They're so damn hot, it's scarey, LOL!