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LOV MUSCLES!

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I don´t know when I became attracted to male muscle? And even though it may have have been a sexual attraction, that was not obvious to me for quite some time. I was naive to homosexuality or that I was a flaming homo. Instead a muscular physique represented masculinity, confidence and strength. All i know is I wanted to look like the bodybuilders on my old mans gym walls. And the men in the trashy barbarian and action D grade films my dad would rent from the video store. (Yes, my dad has a lot to answer for and I am very much a fathers son.)

However I do remember an incident on my school bus. This has stuck with me over the years and is possibly one of the first moments that I was inspired and turned on equally. It was a hot Brisbane day and the thick warm air that swamped the bus was filled with sweat and puberty. I was half way down the bus when I looked towards the back and there right in the middle of the back seat in view of the entire bus, his legs spread out wide was a senior who had unbuttoned his shirt and had it pulled wide open to reveal what looked like to me massive pecs and a set of hard abs. This is questionable, I used to think Joey Lawrence was buff! He had a noticeably good body. And he was fkin hot. A thick set of wavy blonde hair on a handsome cocky face. It wasnt just his body that made me feel something erupt withen me. It was his absolute confidence. The combination of those two things made me feel in awe, Im sure turned on without knowing why and pretty fkin shy and inadequate. I wanted to be that guy. I wanted to have those muscles and wanted to be confident enough to sit in a crowded, all boys none the less, bus and show those muscles off and know I was the man.

And here we are…

I LOVE THAT GUYS ARE MESMIRIZED BY MY PECS!

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I often have to stop and take everything I managed to achieve throughout my life in. Not just socially or career wise but personally. It just so happens unlike most people my personal life and professional life are one and the same. For better or worse I made my life this way. So when guys comment on my chest it really does take me back to when I was a young boy discovering hormones and his sexuality and that the lights directly in front of the downstairs mirrors, in the front entrance of my family home would accentuate my chest muscles, that believe me at that time were far from what Shakira would one day sing about. But somehow those lights made em look like Cenas! And I would stand there pull out my little sausage roll and wank one out, every night, after my family were in bed, every day of the year for several years. I honestly do not know where my fascination with mens chests originated from or when, but from as long as I can remember, pecs, in their entirety, muscle, nipple, hair if any and all, were my biggest stimulation and turn on. So after being a self shamming, insecure, shy teen and transforming myself into the Beast Daddy Muscle King that you know me as today, I never fail to be humbled and pause when a guy says I have the best chest he’s ever seen.