Muscle Bound?
Sunday, March 23rd, 2008Earlier this week I did something I thought I’d never do, and that was to get myself a gym membership.
Considering I’ve never stepped foot in a fitness club before, I think I’m in pretty good shape. I have my 5-10 minute workout I do at home every morning—and no I’m referring to jerking off—and tend to do a lot of walking in general; biking, too, when the weather is nice. I’m sure stress plays a role in keeping me fairly trim, and a healthy sex life certainly doesn’t hurt matters either. I also tend to eat McDonalds once a month vs. once a day. You get the picture.
But as I get older, I know that time isn’t always going to be on my side and that more exercise on a regular basis will hopefully slow down that aging process; well, that and products like anti-wrinkling, skin firming cream. (Hey, I don’t mind getting older but I do mind looking my age, something I’ve managed to avoid my entire life; I’m in no hurry to change that any time soon!)
As I’ve never been to a gym before—my first one-on-one session with my personal trainer is this Tuesday—I’m not really certain what to expect. Friends have certainly shared with me countless stories of the amount of cruising that goes on (and some of the other activity, too) but that’s not the reason I’m going to a gym. Honest. No really.
So it seems like an interesting coincidence that just as I’m preparing to lose my gym virginity (so to speak), I get an invitation to review the site Hot Muscle Dudes.
My full review will be posted to Sir Randy in the near future, but suffice it to say that it’s a site well worth checking out. Muscular men—but not usually of the neck-less variety, if you know what I mean—flex their muscles (especially the one in between their legs) either solo or with the help of a buddy. Sometimes the workout takes place in a gym (ie: one dude starts off spotting for another who’s lifting weights), sometimes it’s elsewhere. But the end result is always the same—orgasm!—and certainly fuels the fire for fantasy both in and out of a fitness environment.
So wish me luck as I experience unchartered territory later this week. And fingers crossed that I don’t do all of my sweating in the locker room.
Cheerio!
S.R.









