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Just a heads up that I may not be online here for the next few days as we are currently under a Tropical Storm Warning due to now Hurricane Zeta. ⛈️🌬️
The project path. I am where the marker is.
As of now just saying it will pass through with some pretty nasty winds & a lot of rain. Hopefully it won't be too bad.
I'm sorry this is another rerun from the archives from four years ago (I've been too busy to write)... This one ties in to the last one I published here and maybe will tie a few loose ends together... This one is a bit longer than normal so pour a cup of coffee or whatever...If you do... I know how to tango too... but I only know how to lead... if I was an excellent dancer I would know how to follow as well... How many times have you heard someone say "It takes two to tango?"... it's one of my favorite idiomatic expressions for a variety of reasons... Today I'm going to take you on a brief tour (maybe not so brief... this is one of my longer segments) of a part of my life that has been one of the most important, long lasting and enjoyable.I think this sums up my feelings about dancing... particularly with a partner or an ensemble best---"You don't just feel the rhythm," he'd told him. "You must feel the soul, both of the dance and of your partner. The tango isn't something you dance. It's a story you create with another."
Dance With Me --- Heidi Cullinan
I have been dancing around as long as I can remember but it was watching re-runs of the old MGM musicals on the late show that I started to dance along and tried to learn moves and choreography... my idol was and still is Eleanor Powell; she is in my opinion the queen of tap dancing...
I used to see her sometimes in Beverly Hills but I never spoke to her.. (we grew up with a hard and fast rule about interacting with celebrities)... "If you see them socially or for business by all means introduce yourself... but if someone is at a restaurant or store or involved in conversation with someone else or just walking along the street then let them have their privacy"... it's a good rule and I still live by it.
If you have been reading I mentioned in an earlier post that I became part of another family briefly while there were issues in our house and when asked what I most wanted in the world that would make me the happiest I said I wanted to take tap dancing lessons and that as they say is where the story begins...
I really was not very good... but I got better with classes and practice (which reminds me; I was only able to practice in the garage because the noise drove everyone crazy and there was some concern over damaging the floors) I eventually became good enough that I learned 'The Alley Dance' choreographed by Bob Fosse in "My Sister Eileen"... (The Alley Dance)--- Later I used the dance as an audition piece when I auditioned for Mr. Fosse for a part in "All That Jazz"... he was not impressed with me or my ability and that was the end of that--- it would be a few years before I took another dance class and auditioned again. (as I said in an earlier segment I took a step back from the entertainment business due to some private and personal circumstances) but I had a lot of other wonderful experiences in classes and on numerous stages and dance floors along the way.
(as a side note to this... I just saw "All That Jazz" for the first time yesterday... I would have been wrong for the part)---*edited 19. September 2016*
I remember seeing an interview with Annette Funicello after she was confined to a wheelchair with complications from Multiple Sclerosis and she was so sad and tearfully saying "I just want to go dancing again."... it broke my heart and I still think about her sometimes when I'm dancing.
The next chapter of dancing classes came after I started taking gymnastics... the coach felt I would get the most benefit by adding ballet to my cross training activities... This was a long, long time before "Billy Elliot" and most red blooded American boys were not taking ballet classes in the 1960's... it took a great deal of convincing and cajoling but finally I was permitted to take class with the provision I never discussed it... and the only person who ever came to a class or a recital was my special grandmother (who gladly paid for the lessons and was full of praise every week and after each performance. This was taken about an hour before I started puberty...
I kept taking classes in ballet and tap and they both really did prove beneficial to gymnastics in terms of my overall deportment, form and technique... but I sensed sharing my real purpose in attending the ballet academy would impede any progress or special attention or favor I might hope to get and kept it to myself.... like with tap the more classes I took and the more I practiced the better I got; eventually I auditioned for a two day special workshop lead by Jacques D'Amboise (one of George Balanchine's proteges...oh I have a wonderful story about Mr. Balanchine but I think I'll save it until closer to the Christmas Holidays)... anyway back to the audition... I got in not because I was so great but I was one of a few boys who were the right age-ish and was the only boy with any point training. The only ballet that I know of that calls for a male dancer to be on point is Frederick Ashton's "The Dream" it's based on "A Midsummer Nights Dream" and when one of the characters is turned into a donkey that part of that performance is danced on point... (the other is when Cinderella's step sisters are performed by men) well "The Dream" was the piece being danced for the workshop. I broke two of my toes during that weekend; but I just taped them and kept on dancing... once someone told me if my toes were broken I would not be able to walk and thought back to that day and I said "Maybe you would not be able to walk but I've danced with broken toes."--- One of the reasons my toes don't look like fingerling potatoes is that I have taken care of my feet and whenever I've broken a toe (which has been many times) I've splinted it and taped it so it would heal properly... So all being said I took about eight consecutive years of ballet class and have taken a class here and there down the line especially if I ever thought it would help for an audition or something else... As I said in an earlier segment I utilized ballet for gymnastics, and diving, and snow skiing; and it helped tremendously with each in different ways.... I honestly think it's about one of the most grueling and strenuous workouts you can do... but I've never been in military training and I think that may be the only thing that vaguely comes close.When I was a senior in High School I was dating this girl... (how many people just fainted?)... and her parents belonged to this club that held dances regularly on Saturday nights and they sent the two of us to take ballroom dancing classes so we could join in on the fun now and then(which was primarily the Saturday nights I was not driving into town to see the man I was secretly seeing on the side that no one knew about)We started with The Foxtrot and moved on to The Quick Step and then The Tango and the program ended with learning to Waltz... well we had so much fun we signed up for the next class which was learning The Cha Cha, The Merengue, Salsa, Rumba, Mambo and Samba. In addition to taking the classes and practicing at the Country Club at their dances we both became quite good and I learned the lesson about dancing in tandem and feeling your partners moves and anticipating your next move and stepping into it.... one of the biggest lessons we learned was to look like you are having fun and smile a lot and if you made a mistake it might be less noticeable... (which I still do...but I think dance mis-steps are always noticable) but I thought it was odd at the time the wife of the dance instructor who was his partner in class never smiled...but she smiled when I was her partner in class ---especially if I held her tight and close--- (I've always been a bit of a perv)... I heard they divorced a few years later I guess she really did not like him because it showed on her face when she danced with him... the other big lesson is dance with different partners as much as possible and you will improve.At this point in my life I had an agent and did some modeling work and a bit of acting but it was usually tied to either knowing how to dance, or gymnastics and diving, I did gymnastics on one of Lucille Ball's shows and ice skated on an Andy Williams Christmas Special... once I remember there were auditions for dancing on American Bandstand and I went to try out and I got on the show--- to be honest with you I always liked watching it but it really was not a great deal of fun filming it... but you would never know by watching at home.The most exciting audition I had around this time was when they were casting the dancers and extras for "Hello Dolly" I was so excited at the prospect of working with Gene Kelly who directed it that Barbra Streisand ony registered with me in the second breath when my agent called... I learned another really important lesson in casting... I was way too mature looking to be cast with the kids, and I was too young looking to be paired with adults --- a curse that followed me for years until I started hearing something else... but more of that on another day!
Well by the time I auditioned for the theatre department in college (with choreography borrowed from "West Side Story") It seemed as though I was born to dance in musical comedy on stage and was substantially more advanced than most of my peers and that ultimately resulted in some hostility and resentment throughout my tenure in school... my advantage then and still is the training I had; paired with that I have always been able to learn technique fairly quickly and easily... From college musicals, community theatre and some work in television I subsequently learned... The Charleston, The Jitterbug and Lindy Hop.... and probably the most fantastic was learning The Tarantella for a made for television movie called Magic Carpet with Nanette Fabray and Susan St. James. I think one of the more embarrassing things I've ever done is a Shasta Orange Soda commercial with Barry Williams (Greg Brady) wearing suit of armor dancing and singing to "You're Looking Over An Orange Soda" to the tune of "I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover" (Shasta Orange Soda Commercial)... but the cherry on the cake of my life dancing was learning flamenco thanks to Carlos Saura and meeting Geraldine Chaplin on a Pan Am flight on the way to Spain.I think the arts and physical education are a very important part of an excellent education--- so much so that the core of my Master's thesis was incorporating music, dance and acting with physical education; part of my research included that there were always people who hated PE class but they usually always loved the curriculum that included dance and subsequently theatre and creative dramatics... the point is you really need some form of physical activity to feel good.. and feeling good (in my opinion) makes you happier and learning easier... that is why I think it's regrettable that so much funding has been cut for arts and physical education and in some schools eliminated completely... it should be balanced with everything else... but the moral of the story here is... if you hate working out and/or going to the gym consider taking a dance class... there are so many possibilities you are bound to find a genre you love. In my case the sports activities I have been involved with were enhanced and improved because of dancing and vice versa but overall both impacted my life in such a positive way that it's difficult to find the right words to explain it.But back to dancing... I was very sad at the time when I was not considered for anything in "Hello Dolly" but I've always tried to be somewhat optimistic and philosophical about such things... I did eventually get to dance and roller skate with Mr. Kelly...I don't think he got the same charge out of it I did but it was a dream come true for me. on the flip side of the issue... I have also taken dance class and worked with John Travolta...And I had the opportunity to work with Twiggy... (I was not cast at the audition phase... but because I was related to someone at Elstree Studios and could dance I eventually got in via the back door... I don't know if I've ever worked as hard or had as much fun filming a movie)... and still to this day sometimes I do a little dance in my head walking down the street humming "Everybody's Doing The Riviera!"I also worked on a little loved movie directed by Nancy Walker with Bruce Jenner, Valerie Perrine and Steve Guttenbertg; mostly because I knew how to do gymnastics and was not embarrassed to be naked in the filming in the locker room scene but from all it I am proud to say I actually did The Y.M.C.A. with The Village People!
In the meantime somewhere in this I learned how to do The Hustle which is really easy if you break the steps down to a few basic moves...stepping, turning, chicken dancing and turning. I was once on a cruise from New York to England and it rained the entire trip and I became an impromptu instructor of disco and how to dance a conga line and country line dancing... I don't usually like cruises but we had fun dancing at night after the daytime lessons... there may have been a few alcoholic beverages consumed at night... OK maybe more than a few because it was the trip that I learned that being hung over and sea sick at the same time was a really bad combination.I really love dancing just for fun... I've danced at Studio 54 (but only three times ... I had to be up early when it was in it's heyday) Regine's in Paris... Fire Island... The Saint... I could go on and on...... and finally the mother of all discos... Privilege in Ibiza... it's an amazing space with a swimming pool in the middle... I usually prefer smaller venues (weddings and bar mitzvah's are my favorite) but nothing could hold me back from going down to Herald Square in the 1988 and help set the Guinness Book Of World Records for " The Worlds Largest Assembly Of Tap Dancers To Dance A Single Routine!"I probably should have made this a two part series so I'll start to wind things up....In the 70's it was very common for variety shows to be summer replacements for prime-time programing and if they were popular they generally came back as a permanent program in December... For a while It seemed like everybody in Hollywood had a variety show or a special... and I did the variety show rounds full time for a few years...At ABCDonny & MarieThe Captian & TennilleAt CBS I worked withCarol BurnettSonny & CherTony Orlando & DawnAnn-MargretGlenn CampbellThe Hudson BrothersJim NaborsAt NBCAndy WilliamsDinah ShoreBob Hope (Christmas Special)--- I have very few regrets in all of this except I had the opportunity to do the last USO Show Bob Hope filmed but because of some other commitments (I could have easily rescheduled) but mostly because I was so opposed to the war I was blinded to the fact that the service men and woman serving in the armed forces deserved a world class show.... one of the things I would change if I could do it all over again is I would have rearranged my schedule and commitments and done that show.In the 70's I made a misbegotten decision to go to Las Vegas to perform in "Hallelujah Hollywood" at the MGM Grand Hotel--- I don't know what to say except it was a true spectacle in Las Vegas fashion and was very well reviewed and received by audiences and critics... but I did not like the lifestyle, I detested the producer-choreographer and did not have much in common with anyone I was working with and felt very alone and unhappy--- but no one would have known because I smiled my way through the shows and bided my time until my contract was finished... The low point was I don't like to mix business and pleasure and being given ultimatums regarding my career... at one point someone said to me that unless I cooperated with them socially I would never work in Las Vegas again... that was fine by me because I could not wait to get back to LA... the high point in all this was I enjoyed meeting Siegfried and Roy who were a special attraction to the show. (I'm not in the photo below... but I used to work with the people who are)I also wrote in another segment that I've done a few b-way and off-b-way shows and a couple of national tours so I have danced on most of the stages in the United States from The Theatre At Lincoln Center to The Dorothy Chandler Pavilion where I performed during the 48th Academy Awards Presentation (which by the way is my favorite stage and backstage in the world)... I even performed once in Branson Missouri... and I had a blast... what a nice audience... I've also been the stunt-double for other people dancing in long shots but that is a whole other story for another day!What can I say... I love to dance and it's been a big part of my life... and I hope to keep dancing until the day I die even if it's just dancing around the house naked to (not to brag)The Propeller Airplane Dance... that I thought I invented until I saw someone else doing it on line on a NSFW site....So what is next? Well I already ordered tickets for NYC Ballet Swan Lake later this coming winter... I hate to sound cliche but I get all tingly and the hair on my neck stands up when I see the Pas De Deux in this executed beautifully...As far as classes go... I still take them if I need to brush up on something for an audition but I have to tell you something Hula classes have been on my bucket list for a while... a friend of mine and I even went to spy on them once... I don't know if it was not the right time for us or a scheduling issue but that is likely going to be the next big dance thing for me.... (but meanwhile I'm doing some research and reading on the cultural aspects and history)But just remember one important thing whether it's dancing or anything else you are passionate about... It's not about showing off it's about having fun!... and if it's for professional presentation or simply enjoyment... Be the best you can be.Someone asked me recently if I would ever have any interest in performing on "Dancing With The Stars?"...No not for a million dollars... I don't have anything specific against the show I just don't like reality TV and I'm not that desperate for attention or money.See you next week!... I'll be brushing up on my steps to "The Riviera!"... Always remember no matter where in the world you may find yourself... sometimes dancing can be the universal language... and finally... I think the most important dance is the The Wedding Dance because it's the first steps a couple take in their lives together all set to music.
It has been more than a year since I wrote my first blog entry in the new blog. The first blog, where I shared only a few recipes, was replaced by the new blog system and the old one disappeared into nowhere. In the new blog, I also shared a few recipes. I also began to give an insight into my life. It is not a full view, but rather a view through the keyhole.
It has also been more than a year since I stepped down from my management position. More than six months have passed since I relinquished the last remaining 5 percent of the responsibility. It is astonishing how quickly time passes.
Several people desperately tried to question what made me give up my job.
Why do you quit a job you like to do? Why do you take a new path without knowing exactly where it will lead you? Is it a thirst for adventure, is it a love of risk?
Before I decided towards the end of 2018, I asked myself what and who is important to me in life. What else can I achieve in my career? How important is it? These questions and answers are somehow comparable to the question of what came first - the chicken or the egg. I had the answers to questions before I even formulated the questions.
Today I have a completely different question. Why did other people question my personal decisions? They are people who think they know me but do not know me well, who rack their brains over it without being part of my inner circle.
Kawika wrote something comparable to this in his last blog entry. Comparable does not fit exactly. However, there is a certain analogy, as it refers to the subjective view of another person. It was about the perception of an outsider about personal success.
How can personal success be recognised? Is personal success visible or measurable?
Yes and no.
The success of a company can be measured and evaluated using figures. However, personal success cannot be measured in this way. Anyone who believes that a luxury car, a big house, etc. are signs of success, could be mistaken. Of course, that is my view.
There are only a few personal successes that are visible to others. A passed exam crowned with a diploma is an example of this. But there are countless successes in our lives that only we perceive. These are the many small victories. When, after numerous attempts, I baked the first bread that was not only tasty but also looked like the bread of an expert baker, it was a great triumph. Although the proof was eaten up very quickly.
I had answered the question of whether personal success is visible or measurable with yes and no. Yes, because personal success is manifested in one's personality. Someone's personality is expressed in many different ways. Body language, the articulation of the spoken or written word are only a few examples.
Would you be able to tell if I live a successful life, if we would meet on the beach and have an hour-long conversation about the beach and the ocean?
How important is this to me?
I would be delighted if you would answer this question.
This morning I took a major step in my journey to womanhood by having my testicles removed. It's a bittersweet moment in many ways, because it is a point of no return moment of cutting ties (literally!) with my former self. I'm recovering fine and am excited to continue my transition. ❤️
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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.
This is a new muscle gods auditioning for the role of being your muscle god. His name is John Smithy. John looks like a lawyer....built like Superman. His personality is really good. Has a little chip on his big shoulders. We are at the beginning of his muscles worship journey. Let's help him along. Take a look.
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.
Wolverine getting naughty...check him out!!!!
My Brotha The Wolverine is back with a new video. He has grown up as a Muscle god. Now he is really bringing it!!! Feeding us his muscles and veins and Loving every minute of it!!! Told you I be working with him. lol
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.
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 relies on his size. So, if you are into mass rather definition...this one's for you!
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. And his veins.....man. those veins make me hard every time I see them. Man......He's got the veins I need. Enjoy his sweetness!!!
This muscle god reminds me of a Superhero but I can't recall what Superhero. He flexes slow and then pops out the veins....and I found myself cumming twice. lol......
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.
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 Downing Jr, 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.
I really like this guy or muscle god.....now he wears a necklace with the "S" symbol of Superman. I don't think of him as Superman.....He looks and acts like Marvel's Superhero, "Ikaris" of The Eternals. Muscle formation is like Ikaris. Veins are similar like Ikaris. His personality is like Ikaris. I don't know. I REALLY like him. lol
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.
Want to know how to control a muscle god and make them cum more than once....just flatter them...and stick Cam-dildo up their asshole and program it to send electronic pulses that stimulates his sternum triggering him to cum!!!! Or you can do the SM proceedure "Surrender." And he will cum. I use my shamanic powers which renders muscle gods helpless or paralyzes them and then i work them over. Take a look here how this muscle god Apollo Dorian was brought to cum.
Here's my man Simon a.k.a. Wolverine...is flexing again for us. He really showing off his veins and muscles. The veins popping out of his forehead triggers me to cum. It's like experiencing a man having a big orgasm. Every vein pops out on his body but mostly his neck and head!!!! Wow!
Here again is a Muscles god getting healed from an injury. This UFC Fighter endures the pain in order to be healed. For some reason.....I take a pleasure in a god getting pain knowing that they are going to feed me so much energy once they are healed. Take a look!
This Brown Sugar Muscle gods is very personal. He cums three times and drops his cum into your mouth. Take a look.
Another Muscle god who reminds me of my last husband David....and even cum like David....Take a look.
This muscle gods body looks like DC's Superhero The Green Lantern. Long lean shredded muscles and veins. If you are into this kind of body, than this one's for you. Enjoy!
This muscle god I call, DC's Superhero Superman.....He looks like Superman and has muscles and veins like Superman. Not to mention....he could be the brother of my late Husband. They definitely resemble each other. He's hot. Take a look.
I thought you might want to experience another Superman or maybe Superboy as Clark Kent cumming for you, so I decided to let you experience him. I did and it was very good. This is how it really happens in real time. Take a look.
This is my Chocolate man from Nigeria that really LOVES ME. and I love him. Can you tell me why I shouldn't. Hahaha...lol....hahaha...It's chocolate. I can't resist!!!
This is my type of Muscle god.......very chocolate chip and very hot. Great body. Great veins. Great veiny cock and hands. Great personality. Take a look.
This Chocolate man is Dope!!! I would really like to meet him.
How about a sweet vanilla young man. I love me some vanilla. This one reminds me of my past late husband. Really sweet.
Here he is again shooting his stuff and showing off his muscles and veins!!!
My Chocolate Chip Muscle god who looks like Peter Parker a.k.a. Spider Man, is shooting his load again for his fans and worshipers. Give the people what they want. and we want to get fed!!! Real talk..... hahaaha.....lol.....take a look.
Rhese two are definitely my favorite porn stars
Cody always delivers. Here he is creating another porn star named Saul Harris. Saul is definitely a Captain America with lots of acrobatic talent and a thick dick. Sweet body. Not too over built. He looks like the Greek god Cupid or a Cherub. Take a look.
I like This muscle god who I call "Pluto" because that's the god that comes to my mind. This video is very natural and realistic. Many guys when triggered cum 2 to 3 times and he does this perfectly. Take a look.
Wow...most of the wrestling moves is what I do in the bedroom....even pumping in their stomach or abs rubbing my cock with his cock until he cums a lot.....it never fails. In fact, my bottoms move their hands on my massive muscular butt with my grinding motion into that lower abs area... much like the video here....take a look.
Every now and then you meet someone in the most unlikely place that is so genuine and authentic and not stuck on himself or self-absorbed...just "Real People." This is the guy who I could listen to talking for hours and not get tired or bored....more romantic feelings would occur.....He is my "real Iron Man!!!" Take a Look!!!!
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this is the first evenings in weeks that has been able to do nothing
it has suddenly become very cold at night
so has had to drag the quilt back out
but this does not stop invalid parental unit from complaining that the room is stuffy and that a window MUST be opened
despite everyone informing invalid parental unit that it is very cold out
so we put on a fan
and within an hour
invalid parental unit is complaining that it is too cold and who the hell opened the damned window?
that would be fine if that was all was dealing with
the incompetent that was hired to be responsible for what was paid a mere stipend to do
has no concept of coordinating any communications
and - just a few moments ago - wanted to correct a grammatical boo-boo in a PDF that the incompetent made
that already corrected
but the incompetent - who is in charge of all internet technology
can not figure out how to refresh the dman browser window to see
at least tonight ain't going to coma at 3 AM
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World-renowned adult entertainer Colby Jansen stars in this coming of age short about a young man’s potential path to daddyhood. Written and directed by Ori Tom Ravid.
Made possible with help from The Tom of Finland Foundation, Double Scorpio VHS cleaner, Gun Oil, Pump! underwear, Take 2 fiber supplements, and Kickstarter! More info on mattshortfilm.com
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Hallo an alle Master da mein Master die Zeit nicht mehr hat und er auch nicht weiß ob er noch mal weiter macht hat er mir gestated ein neuen Master zu suchen.
Ich suche ein Master für online oder Real wer interesse hat kann sich melden und denn klären wir alles weitere zu zeit bestimme ich die trage Dauer von mein peniskäfig über teamlocked.
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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....
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
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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.
Cover Model Flex Deon Blake:
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Will I received my 1st Chem on the Dec. 19 and guess what? I had A reaction to one of the Meds and Broke out into A rash all over my Body I was itching so bad I wanted to end everything . Finally got A hold of my Cancer MD after the New Year and was place on steroids pills it started working after first Dose boy was I Thankful I had A Awful Christmas and New Years. I have Chemo every 3 weeks will on the 1-9-2020 I go for my 2th Chemo the Doctor cut the Med she was thinking that cause the Reaction so if you don't here from me she pulled the wrong ones. I'll update as soon as I can.....Ricky
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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