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  1. OMG, he’s naked: Professional bodybuilder Jahaziel Aguayo

    Professional bodybuilder Jahaziel Aguayo isn’t just thick up top! 😉



    With that bulge in his posing trunks (above) clearly indicates he is packing a nice penis! 🤤

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    Mmm, what a gorgeous huge penis! 😍
    Would love to have my fun with it! To be able to caress, touch, fondle, kiss, lick, & suck it! Of course would ❤️ to feel him inside fucking me! 😘



  2. Some time ago our plans were to live alternately in Europe and Australia.
    Since I don't remember if I mentioned it before: My hubby and I have changed this idea. Our centre of life will be in Australia. It is for the most part already the case.

    There are always a few incidents that make me smile. If you are married to a computer freak, who has been practising and recommending digital detox for years, it should be clear that you have certain technical resources available. For example, we are connected to our house in Germany via the Internet. Apart from the fact that we can stream European satellite television from there, the telephone systems are also connected. Do I dial a German telephone number, the call is delegated to the system in Germany. I also kept my German mobile plan, because WiFi calls are covered by the plan. When I call someone in the old country, there is often some confusion because the German number is displayed. They are particularly confused if it is the landline number.

    "You are back from Australia. How was it?" is something I heard often. The confusion continues when I tell that we are still there. By the way, this does not prevent being asked about the weather.

    Sometimes, however, I get the feeling that they are not really listening. We spoke to my husband's uncle on the phone several times in May and June. Most of the conversation was about the fact that we will only be visiting Germany in the future, as we are now living here in Australia. The following month he called us to invite us to his wedding anniversary. "I thought you were just spending your vacation there." he said.

    We are often asked for the reason. We are asked why we give up so much in Germany to live far away in an unknown country. While we are not afraid of the unknown, Australia is not an unknown country for us either. There is indeed much that we have not yet seen. But I could not say that I have seen everything in or know everything about Germany. It's a fact that I can explain the Australian flag, but I cannot tell you much about its German counterpart. Some people even think that we want to save income tax. Interesting approach, but our contributions here are about the same or a tad higher, the cost of living is also higher than in Germany. 

    Fraser Island

    So why?

    The real reasons are manifold. I hope that my words can convey my feelings and impressions.

    Australia offers such a wide and unique variety of landscapes. Most of the fauna and flora cannot be found anywhere else in the world. Germany has an area of 357,000 square kilometres and a population of 82 millions. Australia has a landmass of 7,617,930 square kilometres and a population of 25.6 millions. Australia is the planet's sixth largest country after Russia, Canada, China, the USA, and Brazil. I had to redefine distances for myself. Germany's north-south extension is 879 kilometres (east-west 641 kilometres). It is 892 kilometres linear distance from our location in Queensland to Queensland's capital Brisbane and 1,300 kilometres from here to the northern tip of Cape York in the north of Queensland. Do I set off to the west, I have still not left Queensland after 1,000 kilometres. The mainland area of the State of Queensland is 1,723,030 square kilometres. It's the second-largest and third-most populous (5,1m) Australian state. 

    There is so much to discover in Queensland alone that you could spend years on it.Dingos

    I'd like to mention a few examples. 

    Fraser Island is the world's largest sand island. It is spanning 123 kilometres. The Seventy-Five Mile Beach runs the length of Fraser Island. Its main function is as the highway on Fraser Island and runs along the East Coast. 

    Whitehaven Beach stretches over seven kilometres and boasts brilliant white silica sand that is among the purest in the world. Whitehaven Beach is located on Whitsunday Island which is the largest island Whitehaven Beachin the Whitsunday group of islands. Since you are already here, welcome to Australia's great natural wonder - the Great Barrier Reef. It is the world largest coral reef, covering an area of more than 344,000 square kilometres. (Almost the size of Germany!)

    Daintree RainforestHave you had enough of beaches and sea? How about a tour to the rainforest? Let's head to Cape Tribulation, where the Great Barrier Reef meets the rainforest. The Daintree Rainforest is a region on the northeast coast of Queensland. The Wet Tropics Rainforest of Queensland (that the Daintree is a part of) is the oldest continually surviving tropical rainforest in the world. The Daintree Rainforest is estimated to be 180 million years old. The Amazon rainforest - estimated to be 55 million years old - is a kid by comparison. The landscape is one of striking diversity including magnificent scenery, mountain ranges, fast flowing streams and waterfalls, deep gorges and dense rainforest. Did you know that its ancient ferns, emerald green vines and lush canopy provided inspiration for the film Avatar? The idiot fruit has the scientific name of Idiospermum australiense and occurs nowhere else in the world but the World Heritage-listed rainforests of North Queensland, with its biggest remaining population in the Daintree. However, it’s the common name that reveal a lot about this unusual tree - the idiot fruit tree for its idiosyncratic nature, and the green dinosaur in recognition of its ancient lineage. And one more odd fact: it bears the largest single seed of any tree in Australia, about the same size as a human fist. 

    The outback of Queensland is a region rich in awe-inspiring scenery, rugged roads, cultural heritage of the pioneering history and fair dinkum (that's Australian English) friendly locals. The landscape offers Outback of Queenslanda wide range of wetlands, rocky mountains, desert sand dunes and gushing rivers set between country towns, old-fashioned pubs, farms, cattle ranches and mining communities. The outback is not a defined area, it is only a term used to refer to locations that are far away from big cities. The fertile parts are known as Rangelands and have been traditionally used for sheep or cattle farming.

    There are a number of opal fossicking sites throughout Outback Queensland, particularly Opalton, Quilpie and Yowah. If your luck is in, you might find some boulder opal at Quilpie or Opalton or one of the famous Yowah Nuts. You may want to use hand tools, picks, shovels and sieves to help you dig. For those with less time, you can walk around "specking" for colour on top of the ground – locals call this "emu bopping".Opal 

    The Atherton Tablelands:   in the Outback - The word "Undara" in the Aboriginal language means "long way". I think that this is somehow fitting, because in the Undara Volcanic National Park you can explore, among other things, the longest lava flow on earth, with a length of 160 kilometres, as well as the longest lava tube in the world, with a length of 100 kilometres. In 1862 the Collins family became the first white cattle breeding family in the Atherton Tablelands. When Bram Collins discovered his first lava tunnel on the family property while playing as a child, the fascination for the Undara Lava Tubes was born in him. In 1990 Bram committed himself to protecting this special place of earth and nature - The Undara Volcanic National Park was founded. Several historic railway carriages have been lavishly and beautifully restored by Bram and his family. They are now picturesquely placed in the middle of the AUndura Lava Tubesustralian bush, between old, shady trees. They are just waiting to offer you a comfortable and extraordinary sleeping place. 

    Did you notice that I have been writing about Queensland? Australia - Commonwealth of Australia - consists of six states: Queensland, New South Wales, South Australia, Tasmania, Victoria, and Western Australia, three internal territories: the Australian Capital Territory, the Jervis Bay Territory, and the Northern Territory, and seven external territories: Ashmore and Cartier Islands, the Australian Antarctic Territory, Christmas Island, the Cocos Islands, the Coral Sea Islands, Heard Island and McDonald Islands, and Norfolk Island.

    Can you imagine how many places I can discover and visit here? 


    Already during our first journey through Australia we were invited many times. Be it for a beer (even though it was obviously more than one) or for a barbecue. You get to know a lot of people very quickly. What you'll realise is that they're a fairly casual lot and don't take themselves too seriously. This is part of the laid-back Australian lifestyle. Deeply rooted in Australians' lifestyle and values is a strong sense of egalitarianism. It doesn't matter where you're from or if you're the postie or the boss of a big company. Australians have an implicit preference for those who seem down-to-earth and straightforward. They often perceive simplicity as an endearing personal quality. It is a compliment among friends to be called a classic. Australians are often very modest about their accomplishments and commonly self-deprecate to avoid seeming pretentious. 

    Seriously, though. Life is more fun with a sense of humour and the ability to have a laugh at yourself - Australians are famed for embracing their flaws and joining in the teasing. You might find yourself in the centre of a light-hearted joke quickly. Laconic, irreverent and self-deprecating - or as Aussies so delicately put it, taking the piss, either out of yourself or each other. And nothing puts you at ease with your mates like a good old piss-take. Be warned, Australian humour is as dry as a dead Dingo's donger. Our directness and our sense of humour has made us drop a brick or embarrass ourselves in Germany and some other countries. Here is acceptance the result. But of course you have to know and respect the limits. Humour should never be offensive. Jokes about people who are not present are always considered impolite.

    When Australians create an instant nickname for you, it is a way of showing acceptance. To be given a nickname is quite an honour and should make you feel part of the group. David becomes Davo, Thomas becomes Tom,... While a friendly nickname can express familiarity and help build relationships, an ironic nickname like "little Donny" applied to an adult you don’t respect can carry the weight of contempt. Be attentive if your workmates call you "Opium" - you might work slow as dope.

    Apart from this, a name must be abbreviated if it consists of too many syllables. "Every second word in Australian English is 'mate', every third is abbreviated.". Australian slang is like another whole language in itself! If English is your second language (and even if it is your first) those English lessons were a complete waste of your time.

    Australian slang is teeming with diminutives, abbreviations, and idioms. (Little of this will be found in non-verbal communication.) But it is absolutely no problem to ask if you do not understand something. Everyone will do their best to explain or express it differently. I have often noticed that Australians also switch to precise, easy-to-understand English when they realise you're a foreigner. Yes, they are polite and courteous.

    Even if Australians enjoy a chat, there is no point in wasting (other people's) time. If words are too long, if they contain too many syllables, they are changed for everyday use. The easier a word can be pronounced, the better. I like that. "afternoon" becomes "arvo", a "service station" becomes "servo", "petrol" becomes "petty",... gasoline doesn't exist - everything is called petrol... unless it's diesel.

    A conversation in British English might sound like this:
    Thomas: Hello Patrick, how are you?
    Patrick: Hello Thomas. I’m fine. How are you?
    Thomas: Very good. Thanks. I was just calling to see if you would like to come over for a cup of tea?
    Patrick: That sounds great. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

    That's too formal to Australians. You'd rather talk like this:
    Thomas: G’day mate!
    Patrick: G’day.
    Thomas: Would ya like to pop around for a cuppa?Joey - a baby kangaroo in Australian slang
    Patrick: Sure, mate. See ya in 20.

    As you have noticed, a "cup of tea" became "cuppa". Isn't it extremely efficient to abbreviate three words into one? Defo!

    Thanks to Joey aka Ben for his help.

    Even though I'd need a non-existent dictionary quite often, it is a rich and colourful language that simply lifts the spirits. If you then try to use some words at a barbie (barbecue) and confuse "defo" with "devo" for agreement, you have certainly caused a good laugh. I am not a linguist, but I suspect that "devastated" (devo) does not have the same meaning as "definitely" (defo).


    Does it need any further explanation as to why we feel extraordinarily comfortable here? 
    Living in a country with varying landscapes, beautiful beaches, and heavenly islands... surrounded by friendly, open-hearted, and honest people with a great sense of humour... spending your time and life with wonderful friends... 

    Do you know now, why I became a banana bender?



    I wrote this before I wrote the blog about filming Grease but this is a brief account of living next door to Carrie Fisher in Hollywood Hills the summer I was filming...


    If you shopped at the Safeway supermarket stores in the 60's and 70's you are likely familiar with the slogan and song they used in their advertisements on radio and television... and a snappy little jingle it was because I can still hear it playing in my head sometimes...  For the most part I have always been a good neighbor... I'm not loud and I'll tell you if I'm having a party (I'll probably even invite you if it's a large-ish group of people)... If you ask me I'll take in your mail and/or newspaper if you are away and water your plants if you want me to and I'll keep an eye out for your property to hopefully avoid vandalism or a robbery... but probably most importantly I'll treat you with consideration and respect and mind my own business... My motto is "Since We're Neighbors Let's Be Friendly!"
    I've had some very interesting neighbors over the years but I'm only going to be discussing two and also someone who used to be neighbors with a friend of mine...
    Several years ago I had two very interesting neighbors when I was living in Hollywood Hills (If you pay attention you will be able to figure the year out quite easily)... one was an aspiring actress who was bright and fun and waiting for the movie that was going to put her on the map to open and the other was a sad, angry past his prime A-Lister who was divorced again and drinking quite heavily until he ultimately went to The Betty Ford Clinic some years later...I only saw him a couple of times and was warned by my other neighbor "If you see a silver Mercedes Benz speeding up or down the canyon roads pull over because he will run you right off the road"... I heeded this advice a couple of times and thought he was not very nice or neighborly...or charming or handsome anymore. 
    I was working on a project at Paramount and had to be at the studio very early usually and sometimes filming at various locations around the city including... Malibu, Venice, Los Feliz, Burbank and Huntington Park... and often did not get home until quite late My driveway and garage was adjacent to her back windows so I usually coasted down the canyon in neutral early in the morning and shifted into first gear and started the car when I was out of ear shot... Finally her movie opened and word was this was going to be her breakout role (I have to admit I'm somewhat ashamed to say I've never seen it) partially because at the time I was very busy... and I was somewhat envious or miffed because I thought she did not have to pay her dues the way most people do in Hollywood because she was the child or two famous parents... and even now have never seen it in the years that followed because when I wanted to rent it I was told in no uncertain terms that... "It has to be seen on a big screen"... so I'll keep waiting until I can. 
    I was sitting outside by the pool one night and did not have to work the next two days and for the first time we socialized beyond waving and saying hello and ultimately talked and drank and smoked well into the night and I congratulated her genuinely and sincerely on her success and future... (I pretended I saw her movie) (I'd seen the one previous to it and crossed my fingers as I spoke) ... We discussed our other unfriendly neighbor  and she said it must be difficult and sad to have your turn be over before you are ready for it to be and it dawned on me that she was much brighter and more sensitive than I first thought. ( you know what they say about judging a book by it's cover)  I also thought later about her star rising on one side of the fence, and his fading next door and me being right in the middle... So I finished my project and we exchanged information and promised to keep in touch... and the next year when it was released the movie was a hit... and I had forged a good working relationship with Alan Carr and eventually worked with him again on two more pictures; I'm still waiting for that breakout role but I've learned a lot and met some interesting people and been to some marvelous places looking and waiting for it... I sometimes thought about my neighbor and my time living in the canyons above Sunset Boulevard and eventually read a book that she wrote called 'Postcards From The Edge' and realized that everyone even Carrie Fisher pays their dues in Hollywood and in life one way or another... and when I read her second book 'Surrender The Pink' I knew she had found her voice and I sent her a note of congratulations; I don't know if she ever received it and I never ran into her again... our other neighbor was Peter Lawford  who died of a heart attack in the same hospital she did almost on the same day 32 years earlier...I think about him sometimes too as a lesson of how not to live my life or waste it with anger and self-pity... I suspect he had other issues he struggled with just like the rest of us but he just dealt with them in the worst possible way.
    I had a friend who used to be Debbie Reynolds neighbor when she lived in Studio City and I was happy to know that she was a good neighbor who happily waved hello and swept her own porch off in the evening... and put on appearances like most all of us do to sometimes hide our pain or sadness. The first time I ever spoke to her was when they were auctioning off the sets, and costumes and props at MGM and I thought... "she must have a plan or a vision for all of this!" and did she ever! The last time I saw her was in Branson Missouri while I was working on a Christmas special and she was still every inch a lady  and a star... They both were remarkable people each in her own way and I shall always remember both with genuine fondness and respect... and although we were never destined to be great friends we were meant to know each other if only briefly to share a life lesson or two; and I'll always treasure one of  mine as a gentle reminder that it's OK to be in the middle and for the most part out of the sometimes harsh glare of the spotlight to gather my thoughts and make another plan.
    It is my distinct impression that each having had a turbulent and sometimes difficult life they eventually found their way to happiness with themselves and each other.
    I'm so happy that 2016 is over... I never make New Year Resolutions other than... "I'll try to do the very best I can"... but this year I'm adding "I'm going to always try do the right thing no matter what!" and I'm not going to say or do some of the things that have been said or done to me in retaliation.... with these two simple steps I'm already a better person. Just think of what the world would be like if everyone did this?
  4. Okay….Back in the 70's I and other gay men didn't want to classify men of other races by color. So we classified them by flavor…..lol….hahahaha….In bars and on the streets we would refer to white men with blonde hair and white skin as Vanilla men; white men with black or brown hair and white skin as Chocolate Chip men; White men with red hair and white skin as Strawberry(21st century called "ginger") men; Black men with dark skin as Dark Chocolate men; Black men with brown skin as Chocolate(or Milk Chocolate) men; Black men with light brown skin as Carmel skin men; Black men with light skin that resembled white skin as Yellow men; Latino men, we just called them Brown Sugar men; Asian men, we called them "Lemon or Yellow" men. It was all based on flavor. And so we worship them as our means of achieving the ultimate orgasm. It works.

    Worshiping muscle is an ancient practice HISTORY OF MUSCLE WORSHIP. The exact origins of muscle worship remain elusive. A review of the historical literature suggests it may have its origins during the time of ancient Greece; sometime around the early 300’s, BCE. Historians refer to this period of time as the Hellenistic ages. 


    Gay muscle worship is no different than any other form of muscle worship. The clinical name of this activity is sthenolagnia: a ten-dollar term for getting aroused by a person’s muscles.

    Specific to men who are attracted to other men, we define muscle worship as a male who gets turned on by well-built jocks, wolves, daddies, otters and bears!

    This guy who is a Daddy Muscles god reminds me of Mr. Clean....I call him, "Mr. Clean." Watch how he dominates his servant.



    Muscle god Austin wants you to worship him!

    This Alpha god want you to worship him and the accomplishment of his physique but it is not just his body you admire and lust for, it is his sensuous methods of getting you into the mood. Most men of his type from my personal experience especially in the gay bars appear very macho...but in the bedroom are dedicated "Bottoms." They like their nipples suck and nibble upon and their cocks sucked. Then They beg you to fuck them...and I mean beg.....which makes you the top.....and it's indicated here with this stud. Enjoy!

    If you like Hairy muscle gods you might want to worship him. Now remember if you don't like him.....don't worship him. It is your choice. But Alpha Austin god gets off by knowing you are getting off on looking at his beautiful muscles and bulging veins. Take a look!!!


    This Hairy and I mean HAIRY Muscle god reminds me of the Roman god Aries. Hairy. Masculine. Dominant. Check him out.

    Although, not as good as Alpha Dan, But he is effective and growing to be more of a credible muscle god...really into hair and armpits. He has some muscle definition and veins.....not much...however he realizes on his size. So, if you are into mass rather definition...this is your man.


    So. This Brown Sugar man is dripping with sweet savoring brown sapping sugar with a nice big sugar cane. This guy is Hot!!! Hot!!! HOT!!!! And sweet with sugar. Enjoy his sweetness!!!




    One of my favorite muscle gods who has muscles and veins from the top of his head, literally, to the tips of his toes!!!

    And he does everything with charm,  style, and a smile. Love this guy!!! His name is Alex. He calls himself, "The Dominator." But I call him, "Apollo." because he has the personality, charm, muscles, and veins of the Greek god Apollo. Check him out!

    Now I am not sure but I think that Alex is either a Brown Sugar man or Italian...I am not certain...I will get back to you on this matter. Meanwhile, enjoy him!!!


    This young cocky muscle god is trying to make a name for himself. If you feel pity for him, show him some love and follow him on Skype for private sessions.


    Mr. Chocolate Muscle god himself...only get A glimpse of him...but I will keep my eye out for more postings of him appear.


    Turn to him when you desperately need to worship a god. This guy is no joke. He doesn't have to say anything.....he just know what turn other men on and goes to work, flexing his muscles and popping out his veins. Before you realize you are ready to bust a nut or two. Wait for it.......now CUM!!!! Now wasn't that excellent!!!


    Muscles god Austin giving you his bedside manners....This guy is a slow burn...more of a tease than a cum swat.......He gets you in the mood......now in this video he also temps you with his feet  apparently he likes having them worshipped too. Enjoy!


    This muscle god is what muscle gods are really like in private. I know because I have had over 40 years of having sex with these muscles gods which 90% of them were bottoms. They love getting fucked. In fact, many did not cum until they were banged! And many times I was shocked because I thought because of their persona I thought that they would be the tops and dominate me, but it was just the opposite. So, here is a prime example of what I just said. 


    This guy is my guy. However, he has lost so much weight took him out of resembling Wolverine into becoming a sort of Iron Man. And I can't wait until he joins us here....jerking off...I am working on him...maybe by the end of summer...he will come to this sight.


    This guy reminds of the The Thing of Marvel's Fantastic Four. Hug I mean HUGE every where. Just massive structure of muscles, veins, and cock!!! He's a special meal when you are REALLY craving Chocolate!!! Enjoy!!!


    More of Wolverine Flexing and showing off so you can get off!!!

    My man Simon The Wolverine is flexing at me as if I am making him bring it!!!LMAO....but I really not.....but he thinks I do.......hahaha.....lol....hahaha

    Just follow him and give some love......he needs encouragement which motivates him become a great muscles god....and please don't ask him to show his cock,  he is not there yet.....and not into it... I am working on it. Enjoy.

    This guy got here because he just looses control when others worship him. And uyou can get him to do anything you need or want. Check him out!


    Well I finally found a video on what I have done in the past with muscle god men and what I do now to them.........finally I get to share this.......someone does things like I do them!


    One of my favorite muscle gods is "Fitman" He shows off his muscle development and veins which he knows guys love to worship......He's adorable. Enjoy!!!


    Think you will like this chocolate man....I'm not sure...but I think you will like him. This is really "Live" with him talking and reacting to you. If you want a private virtual meeting with him, let him know. He can arrange it.


    Jean is considered by Bodybuilder critics to be the most shredded man in the world and by the way he looks who can argue. I certainly don't. I just accept that gorgeous body of his to the way he presents it.


    Wolverine is feeling his muscles and talking shit to us.....but that's ok...let him feel his power. It means more power for us!


    A little short taste of food...but if you want more than a taste....catch him on his channel and on his website.......Miha....Meee-Ha....He loves attention!!!


    Now I love worshiping men's muscles and veins popping out which means you are praising them for looking AMAZING!!! But when I see these muscle gods screaming, moaning, grunting, and reeling in pain in deep massage sessions or reflexology sessions or in bed when they are cumming, within sections the god becomes another vulnerable  human who must succumb to pain and the ecstasy of orgasms. And man...I love seeing them worked over in chiropractor sessions, deep tissue massage sessions, and even in my shamanic sessions(though very confidential) crying and yelling obscenities in pain while being healed. But even gods need fixin'. One major thin that people who worship muscle gods find out when you are dating them or married to them.....is that they love being dominated, especially by someone who really love them. And most are bottoms...hahahaha.....lol......hahaha....well take a  look at some of these videos like the one below.


    This guys is one of the best shredded and veiny guy on the website.

    Bro, I always believe in saving the best for last....Darius is probably one of the best porn stars and muscle gods on the web.....just watching him work up to cumming you don't finish his videos because you will have cum two or three times and you are thoroughly satisfied. Check him out and his website.

    This guy is a trainer expert giving folks key information to become Superheroes. This is what he says to his viewers and followers......"Yo Superhumans! Time to get a bigger upper chest with light dumbbells only. Today I wanted to show you 5 upper chest exercises you can do using light dumbbells only to form a complete #balloonmethod upper chest workout. These are 5 awesome upper chest." And who would argue with someone who looks like him!!! lol..Come on B!!!!

    This Muscle god reminds me the Greek god Hades....Dark constitution of his body presents an underworldliness of veins and muscles. Enjoy!


    This video has different triggers to it. It's an old school shamanic method that is used in today's massage sessions to trigger relaxation and sensuality through sounds and different objects like rocks, scented oils, rolling pins, crystals, etc. rubbed or poked on the skin which makes it new school and called, "ASMR." this shamanic massage we whisper incantations so that while the person is being massage...they triggered to visualize some place like paradise...making the person relaxed. The video is smooth and sensuous. Check it out!!!


    One of best and inspiring Muscle gods is this who I call, "Zeus," because he looks like Zeus. He is older than I and looks a 100 percent better than me......he works out...does his Yoga.....and eats healthy. Check him out!!!

    What can I say about Tom Lord. Wow. He is great and so so potent!!!!


    When it comes to Cute Latino men or I call them, "Brown Sugar Men," I am very particular about taste and looks.....this guy here is one of my types.....really get me going. i equate it to these men looking like Robert DowningJr, or Tony Starks a.k.a. Iron Man............and I love me some Iron Man!!! And I love me some Diego!!!


    In such worships there is the massage or ASMR therapy that is done all over world to evoke relaxation and promote great health. ASMR therapy is a form of worship to the body to maintain good health. Check it out below.


    These are the muscles gods in 2020. These are the most shredded  bodybuilder men in 2020, working out, flexing, posing, and popping out veins for us. They have some followers. Take a look.


    Thought that maybe you may want to see some of the routine and workout ethics that go into being a muscle gods. They can't afford a layer of fat on their bodies....so they do a routine hoping to inspire others to do the same.

    I think of us know that some of these muscle gods weren't born with these muscles, these guys according to my research and experience transformed themselves into these muscle gods. Many guys were overweight. Many guys were very thin. So, these guys started eating foods that would feed their muscles and working out which expanded their muscles and burned off the fat. Their story is that anyone who has the desire and dedication  can transform themselves into a muscle god. In this video, The trainer and nutritionist explains the essence of the making of the muscle god. Take a look.


    Alejandro the Hulk works out......


    After a workout almost all the Muscle gods have to give up their power to us.....the Healers who are in the modern world are the Chiropractor, Masseurs, physical therapist, doctors, trainers, and shamans. The Chiropractor and Masseurs rule these gods in a big way.  Now you are going to experience the pain and healing that the gods go through in the coming videos like the one below. Take a look.

    This massage was done in Krasnodar, Russia. The masseur's name is Spartak (insta @massage_krd_020). This session was quite long and included strong back massage and chiropractic adjustments. I'll upload the back massage part in the next video. In this video you can find neck cracking, back, shoulder cracking etc. At the end of the video I left a comment on the session. Leave a like if you enjoyed the video.

    This straight guy is going to do with a guy that many straight men have done for centuries. Take a look.



    This muscle god is The Real Tarzan. He looks like Tarzan and behaves as Tarzan. I don't know if he has nude shots of him but I would keep my eyes wide open. His workout is insane! Take a look.


    This is for all the Gay Russians out there...This one's for you!!!! He calls himself, "Wild Elk." For all who are not Russian.....this one's for you!!! This guy is my Daredevil!!! And he's AWESOME!!!! Take a look.


    I really need to call this video "Muscles and Veins at the Max" because it is incredible to me that guys and gals can make and recreate their bodies to become like this!!! Amazing!!! And the power, wisdom, and strength that these bodies trigger is soooo soooooo deep that even I can't explain or understand it! Take a look.


    From "Shredded Nation," This muscle god calls himself "Tarzan" and I  call him "Tarzan" and when you look at the video....you will know why.


    Ok guys....I know this video is not the most sexy video....but I want to show you that Muscles gods and Superhero men do not get their bodies from just standing around. They really work hard on getting their bodies into shape or godlike image. It takes a great deal of discipline and training which I do not possess which is why we worship them because we know it's a grueling process that many would not attempt. So here is Superhuman telling you how he gets his body into shape or maintaining his body in that shape. Take a look.




    My man Grandy take you on a ride to worship him. Take a look.

    Tarzan 2


    Superman 1


    Apollo being worship by several gods...


  5. character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784had a feeling that imbecile neighbor had finally moved away

    but - to be honest

    character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 could not really tell

    imbecile neighbors dog did cease to roam onto character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784's property to relieve it's self

    and imbecile neighbors dog was a youngster

    if imbecile neighbor's dog was ill then character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784certainly could not tell


    the FOR SALE sign that had been in front of imbecile neighbor's house for ages did finally go away

    but character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 thought - as is the case in character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784's area - they gave up and will try to sell again in a few months


    so it was a bit of a surprise when character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 got a phone call from NEW neighbor

    "hullo? this is monique, next door? how do you adjust your satellite dish?"

    character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784thanked monique for the compliment and stated character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 not only did not have satellite but no longer had cable

    "character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784uses a roku" character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 informed

    "oh" replied new neighbor

    then new neighbor added, "umm....noticed character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 yard kinda out of control. we can send our gardener over to help"

    character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 thanked new neighbor for the offer

    adding that the reasons was two-fold:

    a - character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 can not handle heat and humidity and the time to deal with gardening - lawn mowing and hedges - is when it is hot and humid - and nobody in the household can or is available


    b- simply have not the money to afford assistance

    so next week new neighbor is going to pay new neighbor's gardener to fix character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784's property



    a seriously nice and neighborly neighbor!


    character0109.gif&key=5bed75c775adc4a784 quickly made some form of food to give to new neighbor as a thank you

    which new neighbor really seemed to appreciate


    dwelling in a relatively anti-social town it is nice to discover you have a neighbor not only really nice but sociable as well!

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    The Italian composer Ennio Morricone, who famously wrote music for Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns and Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight and Once Upon a Time in America, has died in Rome aged 91 in the early hours of July 6. Morricone was hospitalized after having fractured his femur in a fall a few days ago.

    Morricone has created over his seven decades long career some of the most iconic pieces of music for the cinema. He found fame in the late 1960s with the music he scored for Sergio Leone’s spaghetti westerns, such as The Good, the Bad and the Ugly and A Fistful of Dollars, that revolutionized the western genre. Following his success with Leone’s films, Morricone became a prolific film composer, scoring more than 500 soundtracks, working with - and not for - the greatest directors. Despite being offered to move to the U.S to work in Hollywood, Morricone never left Rome.

    He received an honorary Oscar in 2007 for his career, but, almost a decade later, he finally won an Oscar for the soundtrack he composed for Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight in 2016 at the age of 87.

    His music has the ability of anchoring the images in a film, bringing them further depth, even though he composed most of his scores from the film’s script. His music never forms part of the background. His music was inventive and showed an incredible range.

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  9. hey gang, my niece Betty, posted this to facebook. i was blown away that we as a country are doing so well dealing with the virus (see attached pic below for reference)!! with love from Wes!! Hugs!!! 


  10. Hi friends,

    I hope this message finds you all healthy and well. These last few months have been trying on many levels for multiple reasons. If there is anything that these times may be good for, it's certainly for soul-searching and deep contemplation. 

    Over the past months I have been talking to a psychologist about my sexual identity. Over the past year (as you all know) I have finally acknowledged my attraction to men and, well, have acted upon this (to put it mildly). My mind is finally at ease that I mustered up the courage to finally pursue my own happiness.

    ...in spite of this, my soul still seems a bit lost in all of this. Every since I was relatively young I used to imagine I was a girl and in some small way that has always been in my mind. The last few months have revealed that perhaps my acting out with men is a reflection of a deeper issue.

    I am currently talking things through with my psychologist about the possibility of becoming a woman. The thought of this makes sense to my heart, while at the same time it is indeed truly frightening. Aside from my psychologist, no one close to me knows about this path I am considering. 

    Posting this lifts a major weight off of my shoulders, and I appreciate your thoughts a d prayers as I dig deeper into my identity.


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    I had been working for my older brother's construction company while going to school. As I neared obtaining an MBA and finishing my studies, my brother asked if I had anything in the business world lined up yet. "Heck no" I said "I haven't even finished my resume yet." He then mentioned that we had a distant cousin in Boston who was doing very well, and had received a number of promotions. My brother continued: "He must be pretty high up on the corporate ladder already. I'll contact him and give him your e-mail. Maybe he can get you some connections." A few days later I received an e-mail from our cousin. "Got an interview lined up for you" it said. He gave me an address in Boston and said to be there next Monday at 1:00 pm sharp to see Robert Simon. I knew this must be a large building, but no room number was given so I googled the address. It was the headquarters of a large insurance company, and to my surprise at the top of the page was "Mr. ROBERT SIMON, CEO! A small thumbnail photo next to his name revealed and incredibly handsome man who could barely be 40.

    That Monday, I left home early to be in Boston in plenty of time. I planned on stopping for coffee on the way, but I was already nervous and decided I didn't need the caffeine. I arrived at the building at 12:00 pm and pulled up alongside a parking valet in front. As I got out of my car, he tipped his cap and said "good afternoon Mr. Brandon." The surprised look on my face prompted him to explain that he was advised to expect me around that time with a description of my vehicle. I gave him my key and entered the huge marbled lobby. I walked toward a reception desk and before I could open my mouth, the receptionist said "Mr. Simpson's office is on the top floor, Mr. Brandon." 

    I took the elevator to the top floor wondering how I would find his office. I didn't need to worry because "MR. ROBERT SIMPSON" was plastered on the first heavy glass door one sees as soon as the elevator door opens. I gently opened the door and was surprised to see no one in the office, no receptionist or secretary. I sat down on the large overstuffed leather sofa and admired the beauty of the ostentatious office. The wafting aroma of coffee made me look around for a coffee maker, and I found one but the pot was empty.  A handsome young man walked by the glass door and noticed me. He came in and said with a lovely british accent "ello, you must be Mr. Brandon." I replied that I am and he said "Well Mr. Simpson's secretary had a rather nasty headache and went home a short while ago. I believe Mr. Simpson is still down in the gym working out. is there anything I can do for you while you wait?." "I would love a cup of coffee" I replied, "I smell some brewing, but the pot is empty." "Oh," he said "Mr. Simpson always keeps some brewing in his office. I'm sure Bob won't mind if you go in and have a cup." He pointed to a solid wood door with Mr. Simpson's name on it. 

    I pushed open the heavy door slowly and was amazed at the size and beautifully appointed office occupied by a tremendous mahogany desk and huge overstuffed black leather office chair and behind that were the largest glass windows I've ever seen with a stunning view of the city. I found the coffee maker where the glorious aroma was coming from and poured a cup. As I took my first sip I noticed several photos hanging on the wall next to the closet door. I went over to get a better look and was directly drawn to a photo of a bare chested Mr. Simpson on a beach standing behind a sign that read "CLOTHING OPTIONAL BEYOND THIS POINT."  Wow! I thought, that gorgeous Mr. Simpson on a nude beach! He was incredibly muscular, hairy, and waving at the camera with a broad masculine smile. What I wouldn't give to have been there I thought. At that moment, I heard a noise from the closet. The "closet" door opened and a billow of steam came pouring out. I realized that it wasn't a closet at all, but Mr. Simpson's private en-suite bathroom. Through the cloud of steam emerged the same muscular, hairy chest I was admiring in the photo. Mr. Simpson wasn't in the gym at all, but was obviously showering after his workout. He had a towel over his head drying his hair, so he didn't see me and I scooted aside so he wouldn't run into me. He must have seen my shoes, because with the towel still over his head he bellowed in a sophisticated English accent "Ahh, you must be Mr.Brandon." Then he removed the towel and with that big broad masculine smile said "you're early Mr. Brandon." "Yes, I'm sorry sir..."  he interrupted "have a seat young man, your cousin has told me wonderful things about you." I sat down across from the huge desk and it was then that I realized as Mr. Simpson came around to the other side of the desk, the towel he was drying his hair with was the ONLY towel he had. He looked out the windows still toweling off his hair with his massive round muscular bare buttocks just a few feet from me. He tossed the towel onto the back of the chair and said "beautiful view isn't it." Well, I wasn't noticing THAT view anymore for sure. Then he turned and with his magnificent huge dangling, hairy, uncircumcised manhood in full view, picked up the resume I brought along and pulled the chair toward him. I crossed my legs to hide the boner in my dress pants as best I could as he sat down. "Suddenly he looked up at me, smiled, and said "Oh, I guess you may have figured out that I am a naturist. The folks around here are pretty much used to it. I find that I am more relaxed without clothes and can be more productive when I'm relaxed. That's why I have a male secretary. Not that I mind women seeing me, but for legal reasons. I don't need any harassment lawsuits or that kind of thing you know." 

    Fortunately the interview went well because Mr. Simpson stayed seated behind his desk and I focused on his face and beautiful sparkling blue eyes the whole time. He was such a sweet and gentle man that I was at ease even as aroused as I was at the thought of him being completely naked. He continued with some small talk as the interview wrapped up, then he stood up and picked up a suitcase he had hidden behind the desk. He brought it around and sat down in the leather chair next to me and I got a closeup view of his incredible nude body as the muscles moved to open the suitcase. "I have a meeting as soon as we are finished, so unfortunately I have to put these things on" he said. He pulled out a small black ball and unfurled a pair of sheer, ribbed black OTC socks. He set one aside and rolled up the sides of another. He lifted his foot up and I saw that beautiful cock nestled in a thick black bush against the background of his thigh as he put the rolled up sock around his toes and pulled it up over his muscular calf. He did the same with the other and I so wanted to reach out and gently swipe my fingertips up that ankle and thigh, but knew I couldn't touch. Then he grabbed his shirt and tie out of the suitcase and stood up putting them on while he spoke about something I can't remember, with his dick swaying gently about a foot from my face while he buttoned his shirt and tied the tie. "Don't wear 'em, always go commando" he said, as I realized he was talking about briefs. I watched as he pulled his pants up, zipped up and then put on his shiny polished black shoes over those perfectly shaped feet inside the sheer black fabric. "Well, I guess I'm ready for the prudes now" he said as he slapped me on the back. "I think we'll get along well, you and I" he said. "I like the way you dress, and I can tell that you really like the way I dress too" he said as he winked, and pointed a finger down at my obvious boner in my dress pants. "Now stay here in my office and finish yourself...I mean your coffee" he said. Then as he was going out the door, he stuck his head back in smiled and whispered "I keep the dirty laundry in the top drawer under the coffee maker." He winked again and was gone. 

    To be continued....




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    Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house.

    Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight!

    Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made!



    He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space.

    Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above.

    Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well.


    Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed.

    Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love!


    Byron watched and watched and saw ALL!





    Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip!


    The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples!



    “See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other.

    “Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight.


    “Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped.

    “May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking.

    Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray.  She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night.

    Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex.

    Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion.

    “You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way.

    Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled.


    “Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp.


    “I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry.


    “Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began!


    Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy.


    Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF!

    Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together.

    “Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it.


    “Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple.


    Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button.


    Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made.


    Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten!

    The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her.

    Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside.

    The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan.


    “Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!”



    Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet.


    Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore!

    And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron.



    Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ

  13. Today's Edition includes Black Inches Magazine from June 1999 and Movies featuring Cover Model Flex Deon Blake, "Doomsday Bunker" (by Director Joe Gage who is one of my favorites) and more of my fetishes. Stay Safe and Enjoy, Eric. 


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    PART III: The Towels.


    At the end of the video, while we were sitting there buzzing over what we just learnt, a mid twenties guy with a really toned body came in wearing only an orange towel.  He introduced himself as Old Nick. Apparently everyone refers to him as Nick in hell. He can change shape and body, generally designing himself to be whatever fantasy man turns you on. He explained how there were pitchforks, flames and Demons in Hell. "We have pitchfolks with dildos on the end for your enjoyment. There are certainly flames here in Hell. They are used to heat the saunas and steamrooms. I'll leave you to work out why the Demons need booking for the night, if you so desire". As Old Nick explained, Hell had a reputation to live up to and he felt some guys would be disappointed to find no Demons.

    Apparently, there is a towel code in Hell. Similar to the hankie code they tried unsuccessfully to implement back on Earth. There are three colours with these towels. Green, Orange & Red. Upon checking into Hell, you are handed a towel and three drinks vouchers at Reception. Green means you are currently straight oriented. You do nothing you don't want to do. It is explained there are no woman here and that they are, indeed in Hell. Green towels must be left alone. An Orange towel means they have chosen between 1 to 5 sexual encounters with another guy upon arriving in Hell in a green towel. Red towels are for the gay aware guys, giving access to the backrooms here. So, as Old Nick advised, when we get changed in the room next door, we are all being given Orange towels, as they are the most popular towels amongst the guys. Fresh meat. 

    "Although one of you guys will be issued a red towel. Let's be honest, you'd earnt a red towel by the time you were fifteen."

    So, with that, a new door suddenly appeared which he guided us through, and left us to get changed.

    Who would have thought. When we had changed into the towels, there it was. The red towel. @JoelR. I guess the signs were there. Why else would he own and run Adonis Male after all.

    Apparently a Demon had already been pre-booked for him.


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