Well fellas, its saturday morning and im laying in bed having a leisurely paced wake up time. I've got my trusty smartphone and unlike yesterday, when i only had 2 mins to knock out a message about Italian Daddy Enrico before racing off to work, i can take my time with Mansouri here. Its my day off..The weather is rubbish.. a typically miserable February day in the middle of winter in the Uk. So, I think i'll be spending most of my time indoors. I would be a golden opportunity for me to get in touch with my metrosexuality and use the opportunity to catch up with household chores. The place needs a dust and vacuum, i need to sort out my clothes drawers and the inside windows desperately need a good going over with a chammie amd windowlene. There's a bit of a problem though. Without realising, i seem to have developed a habit, well one could now describe it as an obsession. I do love it though. Its to do with extreme muscle. The behaviour pattern appears to be dominated by constantly looking at various electronic devices, picking up my phone, checking various blogs and gmail messages, putting it down, only for this action to repeat itself a minute or two later. I'm spending an awful lot longer in my PJs and when i finally get dressed, my jeans and undies are often dropped around my ankles whilst my teeshirt is pulled up over my belly..strange!? Being left handed, im noticing an ache in my right shoulder..puzzlingly, caused only with the weight of my phone being held, but for a long time in one position. Even my little finger is sore and tired because it acts like a little support stand for said mobile. My eyesights buggered too fellas. The tip of my left hand index finger is a bit numb with almost constant tapping. Thankfully though my left hand does get a break from this action as ir performs another role..a very important one which makes these little twinges and cramps elsewhere seem unimportant. What i have found is that when I look up pictures of heavily muscled men on the internet, I get a really pleasant tingling feeling which starts somewhere just inside my anus. In what is only a few seconds, this mini sensation starts to grow, pulse, expand and swirls into my testicles and the lower part of my penis shaft. It feels exciting and relaxing, yet urgent too. The more i look at said muscle men, the more i get that feeling. Usually any male muscle will do, especially in an emergency but i've noticed the muscle men that are particularly well developed, particularly bulging, particularly veiny and particularly shiny make these nice feeling grow even stronger and intense. What else happens is my penis shaft begins to stiffen until it becomes very hard and erect..made so by touching and stroking it with my left hand. Its become hot and redder in colour, veins appear and the buld end become purple and shiny. What is really amazing is when i grab it, like one would hold a torch..nice and firm but also able to move and slide. I,ve found that if i slide it up and down, the sesation is incredible! Weirdly it connects my penis, anus, hand, eyes, brain together and in the centre of this is the muscle man, usually flexing out a sexy pose called a most muscular.
Mansouri is one such muscle man, made even more exciting because he is known as a 'Muscle Daddy'. These are older more mature men who continue to train there bodies with weights, continue to take things called steroids and continue to worship their own virility well into an age where the great majority of men that age read newpapers, mow the lawn and potter about in the garden shed. Well, for some reason, its these ' 'muscledaddies' that really make me very excited, extra aroused and i very much like to perform the last stages of my actions when looking at a picture of one. This involves a weird sense of 'ultra'visual connectedness' but coupled with a faster slightly tighter hand movement. It all begins to quicken, faster and faster. I look at my action then I switch to my muscle dad pic such as Mansouri here, l look at his muscles i concenttate on his mid section and chest area..hopefully fully tensed and veined. Inside i am excited and unable to think of anything else except this. FASTER, FASTER, HARDER, HARDER! Rub rub rub...Suddenly there's an inside 'catch' or 'crack'! Then the most intense sensation of inner pleasure and release, hitting my brain, body and penis. Fellas i get a shooting, hot, piercing sensation and white hot cream fires out of the end of my hot cock! Im still focussed on my daddy pic but i seem to look at his eyes and face,usually staring out and pulling an amazing facial expression of absolute self worship, excitement and pride that he look like he does. This feeling is sustained, my whole body feels its pleasure until it finally ebbs away. So what about me? Well im happy, and can once ahain relax and re connect with the real world...For a bit of time at least until it starts to happen again! If you haven't experieced this, i would encourage you to try it..it feels amazing and you'll no doubt be hooked for life. Now,.... where's my duster and mr Sheen!?
OK what the FUCK?! Hmmmm…have you been smoking Fat Macca's wacky tabbacy again mate?? Tut tut!! Well whatever you inhaled when you wrote that…gimme some NOW! Seriously mate - that was just fucking AWESOME!! Completely bloody NUTS of course, but fucking awesome all the same!! Loved reading that - it was like a mini story in a blog comment! Oh and (of course) it was bloody funny too! Funny thing though mate - the same thing often happens to me on a lazy Saturday morning! And it seems to be this so-called "most muscular" pose that gets me too, especially if the subject is screwing/scrunching up/pulling a funny face (I think they call that "cranking the tude" but I'm not too sure)!! All very strange!
Bloody hell!..I'm still on my bloody phone MA! Nearly dinner time n im wasting good cleaning time on muscle whilst yeaterday's dinner pots are congealing in the kitchen sink n that skid mark i left last week still needs sandblasting off the toilet bowl! What am i to do!..i know..look at some more muscle daddies and jerk off to relieve my mucky house anxiety! Only joking mate..very house proud me! Cheers for liking it. It felt like War n Peace when tapping it out on my Trusty sony experia.. I need a tablet..(but not bromide)! PS MA. Im in touch with oceej..Would love to communicate with you too over gmail if you would like..but still keep up my duties jere of course. He has my address gmail address.
Step…away…from the Sony Experia. I can picture you now mate proudly polishing your best Royal Doulton, thinking there's no better way to spend a quiet Saturday afternoon when your mind suddenly slips to…Mansouri's crazily carved, gloriously blocky abs. OH FUCK! You turn you head to your phone. Should I? Just a little peak maybe? No…cleaning to be done. Focus focus. You carry on polishing and your mind is at peace again when all of a sudden you suddenly picture…Mansour's thick veiny pecs. OH GOD!! No. No no no. Cleaning to be finished. Doulton to be polished. What if Ethel from no 49 pops round for a cuppa? FUCK IT. You grab yer phone and fire up Worldwide Bodybuilders and there he is in all his nasty, freaky, daddy-esque glory. Big Mansouri tearing up the stage in his teenie weenie posers, abs popping out of his tummy (FUCK YEAH!), pecs sticking out from chest (SLURP SLURP!), fucking blasting out those vein erupting most musculars for you to squirt another muscle loving load o - DING DONG!! DING DONG DING DONG!! FUCK! Who's at the door? And then your realise…that bloody Ethel!
Lol x 100! That was so detailed MA, I bet you were speaking from experience mate! How embarassing to have a mucky bog when company come..even Ethel,the medling witch! She's always coming around knocking on my door n borrowing my back copies of Bodybuilding Monthly n Flex Magazine! I wouldnt mind, but they always come back with the pages stuck together! Don't know what she does wi em! PS..Brill! Look forward to hearing from you!
Well fellas, its saturday morning and im laying in bed having a leisurely paced wake up time. I've got my trusty smartphone and unlike yesterday, when i only had 2 mins to knock out a message about Italian Daddy Enrico before racing off to work, i can take my time with Mansouri here. Its my day off..The weather is rubbish.. a typically miserable February day in the middle of winter in the Uk. So, I think i'll be spending most of my time indoors. I would be a golden opportunity for me to get in touch with my metrosexuality and use the opportunity to catch up with household chores. The place needs a dust and vacuum, i need to sort out my clothes drawers and the inside windows desperately need a good going over with a chammie amd windowlene. There's a bit of a problem though. Without realising, i seem to have developed a habit, well one could now describe it as an obsession. I do love it though. Its to do with extreme muscle. The behaviour pattern appears to be dominated by constantly looking at various electronic devices, picking up my phone, checking various blogs and gmail messages, putting it down, only for this action to repeat itself a minute or two later. I'm spending an awful lot longer in my PJs and when i finally get dressed, my jeans and undies are often dropped around my ankles whilst my teeshirt is pulled up over my belly..strange!? Being left handed, im noticing an ache in my right shoulder..puzzlingly, caused only with the weight of my phone being held, but for a long time in one position. Even my little finger is sore and tired because it acts like a little support stand for said mobile. My eyesights buggered too fellas. The tip of my left hand index finger is a bit numb with almost constant tapping. Thankfully though my left hand does get a break from this action as ir performs another role..a very important one which makes these little twinges and cramps elsewhere seem unimportant. What i have found is that when I look up pictures of heavily muscled men on the internet, I get a really pleasant tingling feeling which starts somewhere just inside my anus. In what is only a few seconds, this mini sensation starts to grow, pulse, expand and swirls into my testicles and the lower part of my penis shaft. It feels exciting and relaxing, yet urgent too. The more i look at said muscle men, the more i get that feeling. Usually any male muscle will do, especially in an emergency but i've noticed the muscle men that are particularly well developed, particularly bulging, particularly veiny and particularly shiny make these nice feeling grow even stronger and intense. What else happens is my penis shaft begins to stiffen until it becomes very hard and erect..made so by touching and stroking it with my left hand. Its become hot and redder in colour, veins appear and the buld end become purple and shiny. What is really amazing is when i grab it, like one would hold a torch..nice and firm but also able to move and slide. I,ve found that if i slide it up and down, the sesation is incredible! Weirdly it connects my penis, anus, hand, eyes, brain together and in the centre of this is the muscle man, usually flexing out a sexy pose called a most muscular.
ReplyDeleteMansouri is one such muscle man, made even more exciting because he is known as a 'Muscle Daddy'. These are older more mature men who continue to train there bodies with weights, continue to take things called steroids and continue to worship their own virility well into an age where the great majority of men that age read newpapers, mow the lawn and potter about in the garden shed. Well, for some reason, its these ' 'muscledaddies' that really make me very excited, extra aroused and i very much like to perform the last stages of my actions when looking at a picture of one. This involves a weird sense of 'ultra'visual connectedness' but coupled with a faster slightly tighter hand movement. It all begins to quicken, faster and faster. I look at my action then I switch to my muscle dad pic such as Mansouri here, l look at his muscles i concenttate on his mid section and chest area..hopefully fully tensed and veined. Inside i am excited and unable to think of anything else except this. FASTER, FASTER, HARDER, HARDER! Rub rub rub...Suddenly there's an inside 'catch' or 'crack'! Then the most intense sensation of inner pleasure and release, hitting my brain, body and penis. Fellas i get a shooting, hot, piercing sensation and white hot cream fires out of the end of my hot cock! Im still focussed on my daddy pic but i seem to look at his eyes and face,usually staring out and pulling an amazing facial expression of absolute self worship, excitement and pride that he look like he does. This feeling is sustained, my whole body feels its pleasure until it finally ebbs away. So what about me? Well im happy, and can once ahain relax and re connect with the real world...For a bit of time at least until it starts to happen again! If you haven't experieced this, i would encourage you to try it..it feels amazing and you'll no doubt be hooked for life. Now,.... where's my duster and mr Sheen!?
DeleteOK what the FUCK?! Hmmmm…have you been smoking Fat Macca's wacky tabbacy again mate?? Tut tut!! Well whatever you inhaled when you wrote that…gimme some NOW! Seriously mate - that was just fucking AWESOME!! Completely bloody NUTS of course, but fucking awesome all the same!! Loved reading that - it was like a mini story in a blog comment! Oh and (of course) it was bloody funny too! Funny thing though mate - the same thing often happens to me on a lazy Saturday morning! And it seems to be this so-called "most muscular" pose that gets me too, especially if the subject is screwing/scrunching up/pulling a funny face (I think they call that "cranking the tude" but I'm not too sure)!! All very strange!
DeleteP.S. You need to start your own blog mate!!
DeleteBloody hell!..I'm still on my bloody phone MA! Nearly dinner time n im wasting good cleaning time on muscle whilst yeaterday's dinner pots are congealing in the kitchen sink n that skid mark i left last week still needs sandblasting off the toilet bowl! What am i to do!..i know..look at some more muscle daddies and jerk off to relieve my mucky house anxiety! Only joking mate..very house proud me! Cheers for liking it. It felt like War n Peace when tapping it out on my Trusty sony experia.. I need a tablet..(but not bromide)! PS MA. Im in touch with oceej..Would love to communicate with you too over gmail if you would like..but still keep up my duties jere of course. He has my address gmail address.
ReplyDeleteStep…away…from the Sony Experia. I can picture you now mate proudly polishing your best Royal Doulton, thinking there's no better way to spend a quiet Saturday afternoon when your mind suddenly slips to…Mansouri's crazily carved, gloriously blocky abs. OH FUCK! You turn you head to your phone. Should I? Just a little peak maybe? No…cleaning to be done. Focus focus. You carry on polishing and your mind is at peace again when all of a sudden you suddenly picture…Mansour's thick veiny pecs. OH GOD!! No. No no no. Cleaning to be finished. Doulton to be polished. What if Ethel from no 49 pops round for a cuppa? FUCK IT. You grab yer phone and fire up Worldwide Bodybuilders and there he is in all his nasty, freaky, daddy-esque glory. Big Mansouri tearing up the stage in his teenie weenie posers, abs popping out of his tummy (FUCK YEAH!), pecs sticking out from chest (SLURP SLURP!), fucking blasting out those vein erupting most musculars for you to squirt another muscle loving load o - DING DONG!! DING DONG DING DONG!! FUCK! Who's at the door? And then your realise…that bloody Ethel!
DeleteP.S. Spoken to oceej already. Would love to chat!
Lol x 100! That was so detailed MA, I bet you were speaking from experience mate! How embarassing to have a mucky bog when company come..even Ethel,the medling witch! She's always coming around knocking on my door n borrowing my back copies of Bodybuilding Monthly n Flex Magazine! I wouldnt mind, but they always come back with the pages stuck together! Don't know what she does wi em!
DeletePS..Brill! Look forward to hearing from you!