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Hello again everyone! I decided that I would let Wednesday blog posts be reserved for my reviews of things tangential to this forum, such as Patreon pages, comics or muscle-focused adult sites/films, both paywalled and freely available. For now, of course, I don’t have a ton of ideas of specific things to review, so first things first I’m asking you to leave a comment for what you want a review on. I’m curious to see what you are curious to see, as it were.
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Looking for something to read over the Holidays? I dug up the Andrew stories by sl97aq from the archive for another user on the forum.
You can view the entire listing of the Andrew stories HERE ==>>
I just LOVE these stories. They are packed with amazing feats of strength and with lots of character and emotion.
PLEASE NOTE: These stories would fit in the Unfiltered Content section of the forum if they were to be posted on here now, since the main character of the stories is underage.
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From his bedroom window Eugene waved goodnight to his neighbor and school friend Glenn like he always did before he went to sleep, but Glenn didn’t wave back. Eugene watched him for a few moments, he was slumped over his desk typing furiously, which was odd Eugene thought, Glenn was a console guy. He hardly touched his PC.
Glenn and Eugene had been friends for years, they shared a love of gaming and comics, which when added to their small stature and general wimpiness made them uncrowned nerd royalty. But Glenn had hit the genetic mother-load, he was just about average, and he wouldn’t have been a target for bullying if he didn’t hang around with Eugene, but he never abandoned Eugene when the jocks came every day at school for their pound of flesh.
Eugene gave up trying to get Glenn’s attention and slipped into bed, his old baggy spider-man top and pajama shorts hiding his skinny body from view. Eugene quickly fell asleep, the bright light from Glenn’s computer not effecting him at all. It was nearly two hours before the light faded and Glenn finally finished playing with his new Chronivac.
Next morning Eugene woke and stretched, his top split as his wide lats flexed, the sleeves finally gave in and burst as he brought his tree trunk arms up into double bicep pose. This shirt had put up a good fight, he usually woke up with his top in tatters, his small sleep flexes having torn it to pieces. He slumped back onto his pillows, the bed creaking under his weight. Eugene gazed down his long, thick body and at the monstrous tent rising from his crotch.
Why did I have to be so hung, Eugene thought, why couldn’t I be like my brother and have a hamsterdick, some guys just have all the luck.
Eugene sighed and rose from his bed, he bounced his pecs and the final tatters of his shirt fell to the floor. He noted that the 12pack of pajamas was empty and would need a refill, he’ll have to ask his mother to grab another pack. She’d complain, but she understood, Eugene was self conscious, even alone he was worried about his heavily built nerd body.
Eugene pulled on a shirt and did one button up at the collar to hide his pecs, any more and they’d probably pop off during class. He wore XXL, but he was really an XXXL, he didn’t want to wear the fashionable baggy clothes, what if he grew into them, he was huge enough as it was.
He tore off his pajama bottoms and gave his footlong horse cock a couple tugs. He though back to yesterday when the jocks pulled down Jimmy’s pants during gym, they all laughed and mocked his fat beer can cock, he could only imagine what they would say about his monster.
“WAKE UP HORSECOCK” Matt his big brother called from outside
“I’m up” Eugene sighed as he gave up with his morning wank
He hated his big brother, Matt was a jock and it showed, he was barely over 5ft and as skinny as a rail, a perfect quarterback. He’d always teased Eugene about his big cock and heavily muscled body. But he was in college now, and wasn’t around the house that much, so Eugene got a breather from the bullying in his own house.
He tucked his softening fat dick into his Thor briefs, the picture of the blond hero stretched out by his bull nuts. Eugene quickly checked his emails, the usually spam about muscle loss drinks and penis reduction pills littered the page, he deleted them, nothing could help him, he was just meant to be a hunk.
Downstairs Matt wolfed down his cereal and sniggered at the sight of Eugene’s heavy bulge bounce as his little bro thudded down the stairs.
“Fuck your such a nerd” Matt moaned “Couldn’t you at least try not to be so huge”
Eugene blushed and shrugged his massive shoulders “I do try”
Matt grunted, his slender feet swinging above the ground from his perch on the kitchen stool.
Eugene crouched down to put on his shoes, Matt sniggered again as the shirt was pulled thread bare over his vast back, his powerful muscle ass pulling the jeans taunt over itself.
Eugene remembered the conversation he heard between Kevin the football team captain and his jock mates last week.
“Size four, just like the guys in the NFL” Kevin boasted after one of his buddies asked about his tiny feet
Eugene’s confidence dropped to rock bottom as he looked down at the giant boots that cradled his wide size 20 feet.
He finished and flung his bag over his shoulder, without a goodbye or breakfast he vanished out the door.
“Hey Glenn” Eugene boomed
Glenn was standing in the middle of his yard with a confused look on his face and a hand caressing his pec through his shirt.
“Holy shit, Eugene is that you” he asked
Eugene blushed again “What other 7ft nerd could it be”
Glenn went quiet for a moment. Eugene looked at his friend and envied him, like how he wore XL shirts, like how he didn’t need to duck through doors. He was so close to normal, but he was still a friend, a protector against the jocks. He could usually talk them down, he could of been one of them if he didn’t study so much.
Eugene’s stomach rumbled and his large hand slapped down on his solid eight pack.
“I’ve missed breakfast, and Matt’s home….” Eugene started
“Burger King” Glenn offered, he looked to be deep in thought
“No….. I’m not eating at some expensive health food place” Eugene bellowed as the two hunks started towards town “We’re eating at Cesare Salad Palace, I need something green and unhealthy in me”
Eugene’s long muscled legs kept him ahead of Glenn and he didn’t see the wide eyed shock on the confused stud’s face, or the little cocky smirk that was spreading over his chiseled features. Glenn was only just working out how the world worked now.
I have struggled with my thoughts and feelings since I realized I was gay. I was 41 and scared out of my mind. I was certain I would be sucked to hell at any moment. Being Catholic homosexuality is a no-no. So I come at being gay with a different perspective. I do not force my beliefs in anyone's face but I still have them.
Coming from a Christian background I find the idea of sex daunting. I do not disregard anyone else's enjoyment of it but I hope they do it safely. My mind is always thinking; sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly. I often feel I don't fit well enough in either the Gay or Christian cultures. I am an enigma swaddled in doubt and emotion. I may go on with this in more detail one day. Suffice it to say I am always thinking. Some have said I think too much and they have a point. My brain never stops thinking which gives me access to empathy and understanding. It also opens a floodgate of doubt and anxiety.
So there is always something on my mind even if it is not in my conscious mind. It is rather like a program running in the background on your computer that will suddenly report things. I have tried to adapt to society but I believe I have failed. This is not necessarily a bad thing. I was a bit of a uninhibited kid, outside of school, until I was around age 8. That was when the bullying began and I tried to be adjust to the new reality. No matter what i did I was harassed. I was harassed for my name, clothes, academic abilities, being a goody two shoes/boyscout type, and for many more things. The abuse continued until the end of high school.
That combined with more abuse at home combined to make me a person with low self esteem. Because of this I am constantly critical of myself. My standards for myself are exceedingly high so I generally fall short of what I deem to be "the best I can do." Being a good person is what I am 'supposed to be" so I downplay compliments and praise. You don't reward someone for doing what they should. This is mostly because of my parents but that is a separate issue.
So with this understand of my history I hope you can understand the doubts I have about writing gay fiction. I must attest to questioning my desire to write gay erotica nearly every day. Unfortunately the Tumblr purge has me thinking even more. Is there a point to writing what I do when the world seems against me? Am I leading others down a dark path by feeding their lusts? I have wanted to tell people about how I feel for a long time but I have been afraid. Afraid of more criticism that I have experienced in my past. I hate hiding things from my friends so I am trying to be as honest as possible now.
I'm really not sure why I am telling you this. I have been a very private person for most of my life. As I have matured I became more open. I tell people a lot about myself to avoid masking who I am yet I still worry about expressing thoughts that may contrast with the accepted views of a community. in other words I don't discuss my desire for a male partner in front of most Christian/Catholic friends and I don't discuss my views on religion with most gay men.
To be clear: I DO NOT do this to be politically correct.
I do this to avoid being a rude douchebag as I was in my 20s. To be fair I was in a lot of mental and emotional pain back then but I was told by a close friend that being rude to others is not justifiable in spite of suffering. He was right of course and over the years I got better at being pleasant company. I do not consider this being fake because if asked I will say how I feel but I try to not immediately dump my emotional baggage into a conversation. I suppose posting this may seem like vanity.
I just wanted to let people know that we all have doubts and insecurities and that it is okay to be worried, doubtful, or uneasy. I write this to remind people of the gray areas in thinking where you don't have to be 100 percent for or against something.These days American society is polarized like I have never seen before in my lifetime. It is a balancing act for me. "Being Gay and Christian is like dipping one foot in the Atlantic Ocean and one in the Pacific. You can do it but you have to be very flexible." Peace, CF