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lackthereof

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About lackthereof

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  • Location
    Brooklyn
  • This profile is a...
    real profile.
  • Gender
    Male
  • Orientation
    Gay
  • What are your interests?
    Hiking, nature, art & design, and conversations about life, society, and theories on how to solve the world's problems.
  • What are your stats?
    5’ 10”, 130 lbs.
  • What are you seeking?
    Chat pals, friends, and gym buddies. Hoping to reorient my social life around the gym, so the more gym dudes around me the better.
    I spent a long time wishing for a change in my life, and now I’m finally making it happen.

    Dudes – let’s chat about your muscle transformation, actual or desired. And if you live in NYC, or are passing through, maybe we can meetup in real life. Hoping to have a few bros who can motivate each other to achieve our goals in the gym and in life.

    Above all, I'm also happy to chat or message about completely normal, non-muscle stuff with you guys. There are a lot of reasons we share this site in common, and it's nice to have a sympathetic ear, and to lend my ear as well.
  • What are your dream stats?
    I’m bad at statistics, but basically I want to be that insanely jacked dude who just walked onto your subway car after his workout.
  • Favorite Stories
    CallMeCrazy's Jocking series, and most anything by Aardvark or Willie Cici.

    Also, anything on this site with tags like jock, transformation, dumber, straighttogay: http://www.gayspiralstories.com/
  • Favorite Bodybuilders
    Again, that jacked dude on the subway.
  • Got Any Fetishes?
    - Muscle growth
    - Wrestlers & Bodybuilders
    - Arrogance
    - Teams
    - Conformity
    - Becoming a jock
    - Forceful coaches
    - Forced muscle growth

    Here's a couple stories I wrote that sort of encapsulate all of the above:
    http://isntthisrad.tumblr.com/search/isntthisrad+training

    Muscle growth, especially when paired with personality changes. Mainly like repressed nerds becoming slutty dumb jocks... you know, because I am a nerd and want to be a dumb jock. Go figure.

    But I enjoy the whole spectrum of muscle growth really.

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  1. Any suggestions on my body goals? This is one guy who wants to get big but has no real plan. 

  2. Yo, a Brooklyn guy over here. Glad to be representing New York with you dudes! Over the last year I’ve been going to a super convenient YMCA a few blocks from me, and I just recently got back down to fight’n weight so to speak. That was phase 1 for me, and now I’m facing phase 2, where I wanted to get focused on lifting. So far, I’ve just been using weight machines and my personal set of adjustable dumbbells at home. I have made some headway from that, but I know I won’t make real progress until I spend some serious time in my gym’s weight room. Since I’m a total newbie at weightlifting, I want to get some coaching to get my form down and avoid doing anything stupid. Unfortunately, I’m just not the type of guy who can mirror whatever he sees on a YouTube tutorial, and considering it’s 2018, it’s surprising how involved searching for a personal trainer is. I’ve decided the best route for me may be signing up for coaching at a specialist gym that focuses on lifting. Have any of you guys done that, and if so do you have any recommendations? If there’s a different option or approach you think I should consider, I’m totally all ears here. I’m currently considering a membership at the Brooklyn Barbell Club in Williamsburg, though I think I might be better off going somewhere in Manhattan south of the park, so I can more easily fit in coaching/classes before or after work. Anyway, even if you don’t have any advice, I’m looking forward to getting better acquainted with you all soon!
  3. Hey, thanks fpr the follows!

  4. I miss the groups section. Where's my dumb jock wannabes at?

    1. shadowlost25

      shadowlost25

      Here here man!

  5. Hey, Lackthereof, your pic and profile remind me a lot of myself.  I'm a book worm and nerd, too.  You have a good base for adding lean muscle.  You're already pretty hot in your pic.  Don't worry, your little gut will go away quickly just by your working out and using more calories.  The hardest part for me is eating enough good food and not filling up on junk calories.  You need a lot of animal protein from stuff like eggs and whey (which is simply milk with the fat and sugar  [lactose] removed) and meat.  I may still be a little guy, but working out and having a tight body has brought out the alpha in me, especially in the bedroom.

  6. Life kept me from the gym for 2 weeks. Feeling as sore now as I did when I first started. Feels like such a set back.

    1. Mdlftr

      Mdlftr

      Join the club! you're not alone - it happens to all of us! Kudos to you for going back!

  7. Just re-discovered a favorite dumb-jock transformation story: http://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/2255

  8. Hey guys, just wrote my first story in ages. You can also see it here: http://isntthisrad.tumblr.com/post/139389581903/hey-guys-the-photo-of-this-guy-really-inspired-me Hey guys! The photo of this guy really inspired me for some reason, so I just wrote my first original jock transformation story in ages. I’m sort of rushed this out, and I’m not the best writer or proofer, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it. —- “Oh well,” Coach sighed dryly, “guess you’re still a voracious reader”. Fortunately for Coach, Tyler’s favorite reads are now just comic books, nutrition facts, and the colorful pictures on the back of cereal boxes. Perhaps it’s not the more “intellectually stimulating” fair Coach found him holding open while asleep in an empty subway car at the end of the “A” line in Far Rockaway, Queens, but it’s all intellectual stimulation Tyler needs to be the amateur wrestler he now thinks he wants to be. Coach successfully neutralized the hipster in Tyler’s brain and body. He no longer poses a threat to blue-collar communities in his hunt for “authenticity” and ironic “cool”. Instead, Tyler is a seamless part of the community and Coach’s gym. From a square peg in a round hole, to a round peg in a round hole. Tyler suddenly looked up from his favorite box of whey-infused cereal with a pained expression and turns to the once-complete stranger he now fully accepts as his Coach and sole authority. Furrowing his brow with simian confusion, he struggles, “Vora… vor-a… voratis…uh… wha?” Coach pulled back and snapped on his stringer tank, “Don’t worry your pretty fucking meathead about it, son. It’s just a stupid fucking word.” “Effing werdz,” Tyler laughed. “…so stupid”. “Yes you are, now” Coach muttered proudly, and with no small amount of relief as they made their way out the door to Coach’s gym. Truthfully though, when Coach first found Tyler, he actually was a voracious reader. Was. He was another one of those sensitive, pseudo-intellectual, ironically-inclined artistic-types who who abandoned suburban USA for the urban-cred of NYC. Hipsters. Over the last few years, Coach was running into more and more of them at the crack of dawn as he got on the train to open his gym for his small, but fiercely dedicated clientele of serious lifters. Every other day seemingly, he’d get on the train at the last stop, and there’d be yet another dirty, pale, scrawny hipster asleep in skinny jeans, hunched over asleep in a book. Always something by some New Yorker writer or This American Life contributor, like it were a billboard for one’s intelligence. For a while, Coach would just wake the dumb sap up. The kid, clearly hungover after a night of full of abandon, wine, and pretension with other hipsters. Dummy thought he need a book to make the time pass, instead he just needed it for a pillow. Coach sees ‘em spalyed out on a seat, book open, marked with drool, nudging the sad sac awake. At first, they freak out at Coach’s behemoth silhouette, then they see the station name and make to run out. “Last stop, kid!” He’d yell, and they’d turn around confused. These kids move here and still don’t understand the subway. “It’s going northbound now, you’re in Queens. Just stay on till your stop.” The kid would get be grateful and bashful and sit back down. “Sheep”, Coach would mutter to himself, sit down, and he’d be on his way. Now see, Coach enjoys a real nice setup, he lives in a fairly affordable, if slightly shabby and tired, beachview apartment. He’s lives just blocks from the Far Rockaway stop on the A train, and crucially, just a couple stops on the train from his own gym near the airport in Howard Beach. His community was an oasis of normal, hard-working, good natured, working-class people. He had full, and uninterrupted access to his own iron, nice views at home, and cheap beer and company down the street. Developers, realtors, and hipsters have yet to really consider his community “cool”, which is always a precursor to new art studios, colorful gyms full of cardio equipment, overpriced coffee shops, farm-to-table restaurants, and artisanal bars with reclaimed wood interiors. Then, six months ago, something snapped. Every morning now he was waking up hipsters on his way to his gym. He had trouble getting them all to listen as they exited thinking they had to switch trains. He feared they might wander out the station, discover his little oasis, and want to colonize it for their own. And then, one evening, at his local drinking hole, some a small pack of skinny, pale, bepladded hipsters walked and just gawked as the looked around the bar going “Cool, this place looks so blue-collar. Sweet!”, and “yeah, shit, it’s so real. It’s like time forgot this place.” It was time for extreme measures, Coach reasoned. Fortunately, the next day, Coach had come up a more humane solution. Instead of waking up a hipster, he rode the train to Howard Beach, and carried the kid to his gym. Coach remembered this dude he met on muscle-growth.org… you know, one of those sites for meatheads and aspiring bodybuilders? Coach felt like he hit a plateau with his gains a couple years ago, and this dude said he was a licensed hypnotherapist, and thought his professional experience could help him break though. And boy was he right! The hypno dude intensified Coach’s focus, his resolve to grow, and broke down his inhibitions and sense of morality. Thanks to the hypno dude, Coach became a huge, happy, neanderthalic HGH experiment. So Coach tied up Tyer in the janitor’s closet and made a synergistic business deal the hypno dude couldn’t refuse. You see, the hypno dude has a side business in selling roids and HGH. His business plan is simple, and Coach an example of a happy customer. With his subtle gift of the gab, he persuades dudes they need roids, and then that they only want to buy from him. That way, he can mark up the product well above market price and make a handy profit. Coach’s deal was simple: Hypno dude would bring his practice into the gym, Coach would pick up a sleeping hipster every morning, hypno dude would brainwash away their educations and personality, replacing them with the personalities and ambitions of hard-working, meatheaded, dumb jocks and athletes. After falling asleep on a subway train, they’d awake in a panic before the weight room’s mirrors, not because of where they were, but because the body before them didn’t look right. For Tyler, as with everyone since, everything he knew about his life didn’t fit the image before him. “What the fuck? Where’s my stringer tank? Okay you fucks, real funny. Get this pansy ass shit off me? Oh shit, Coach! Coach! Aw Coach, look at me, I’m struggling to make any gains lately. Why’m I wearing these skimpy-ass jeans. Fuck you guys, who did this? Real funny.” From there it was easy. Hypno dude rearranged their lives around Coach, he was the only man they thought knew how to build them into the men they thought they were and needed to be. He was to become their world, and loyal clients of hypno dude. So much so, they’d move to the neighborhood to work out with Coach everyday and have hypno dude help administer and manage their cycles – because obviously, they couldn’t handle that kind of organization anymore with their newly shitty math skills. To make money to afford both the gym membership and the supplements, Coach had them work as trainers, operate paid strip cams online. The hypno dude even pushed Coach to operate a premium escort agency out of the gym. Coach wasn’t into it at first, but then the hypno dude removed Coach’s very last scruple, removed all of Coach’s vaunted hetrosexuality, and increased his horniess, dominance, and lust for power. Six months later, Tyler McAvoy, a rising star in amateur wrestling at the community college, woke up in Coach’s bed overlooking the beach. Dawn had barely even broken, moonlight glistened over the incoming waves crashing upon the shore. Tyler crawled out of bed and into the kitchen to finish off his delicious box of whey-infused cereal before what was sure to be an amazing, but grueling, leg day at Coach’s gym. Coach walked in from the shower, pulling on his workout kit for another day at his newly expanded gym. Tyler stood at the counter, engrossed in the funnies on the back of his cereal box, and didn’t even hear Coach enter. Coach just stared and took in the sight of his very buff, successful experiment in hipster neutralization. The first of hundreds now. If you’d never seen how Tyler looked before, you’d never known the kid hadn’t always been just another happy dumb jock coasting by on his looks and muscle. Actually, as soon as Coach got Tyler obsessed with working out several hours every day and becoming a wrestler, it was clear he’d need to compete with a team. After years of giving out free memberships to staff and student athletes at the local community college, Coach was in real good with the athletic department. He was promised Tyler wouldn’t get any hassle about grades as long as he did well in matches. He just needed to find some documentation to enroll the kid. Took a while, but Coach finally found the kid’s old skinny jeans with his old wallet intact. Shockingly, this kid’s licence said he 32 years old! He was grown man who looked like kid. Quite a testament to the anemic vegan lifestyles of the underdeveloped, emaciated pseudo-intellectual pretender he used to be. Luckily for Tyler, he was claimed by Coach and could finally stop pretending, stop hunting for authenticity and meaning, and just live the simple, physically taxing life real men need live happy lives. Being a voracious reader never did anything good for the kid. Now this former vegan nerd is voracious eater, 5-6 small paleolithic meals a day in between workouts and sham classes. If you can believe it, Tyler actually has a major in fine art and minored in science, as Coach discovered by Googling him. Tyler now thinks art is superhero comics and Michael Bay movies. And science, well, that’s now just the supplements that hypno dude give him that magically help him get shredded in the gym. He used to judge a person’s intelligence from their taste in books and vocabulary. Now he knows for fact that the bigger a dude’s muscles are, the smarter he must be about lifting. And as Coach has taught him, that’s the only real intelligence in this Darwinian world. The kid hasn’t forgotten everything about his past. His parents and old friends know where he is – they just think he’s gone insane and the feeling is mutual. He’s cut his ties – Coach is his guardian now, and his life is the gym and wrestling. To Coach’s point of view, he rescued Tyler from a corrosive lifestyle, mindset, and personality that’s all about appropriating a community to his tastes and interests by instead applying the lifestyle and personality of a community onto Tyler. From a cynical liberal hipster, to an obedient, conservative, blue-collar athlete. And you know, a happy, slutty, himbro too. As they walked from Coach’s apartment to the Far Rockaway stop, everyone was gawking jealously at Coach’s slutty, shredded, himbo protege proudly wearing little else other than his super tight and compression shorts and stringer. They walked onto the subway platform a train was making its terminus before going back the other way. The doors slid open in front of Coach and Tyler. As they walked in, like clock work, there was another pale, hungover hipster asleep in a novel – another lucky nerd about to be unwittingly rescued from a life he didn’t know he hated, welcomed into a fraternity of muscle. And the cycle continues…
  9. Can one trick himself into being a gym obsessive?

    1. MrLemur

      MrLemur

      yes, you can. Commit to 6 weeks of a set schedule of x days a week. only focus on those 6 weeks. at the end of that time if you miss one of those days you will have that feeling like when you think you left the iron on. the day will seem off. when you go back, you will then find working out is your new norm.

    2. lackthereof

      lackthereof

      Thanks MrLemur. I sort of already have that "left the iron on feeling", though maybe I need to go up my average to 6 or 7 days a week so I really feel weird missing a day.

  10. Inner meatheat wants to come out. Wish I could uncorke it.

    1. musclepuppi

      musclepuppi

      keep at it lil guy :) just takes time and effort

    2. jojo9

      jojo9

      You can. It will happen.

  11. Hi Bros. Been too busy to engage with the forum regularly. Definetley appreciate how helpful you all are in keeping me motivated, so I hope to talk to you all more soon!

  12. You're my coach. What kind of jock would you train me to be?

    1. Wishful1

      Wishful1

      I'd turn you into a beefy, 200-pound wrestler. Then, I'd make you try to wrestle my 250-pound bulk to the ground. You'd lose most of the time, but you would occasionally win. Winner gets to dominate the loser.

    2. lackthereof

      lackthereof

      Hot man. I like that. I like this whole idea over all, more and more lately, of having a coach make impose body, personality, and training goals on me.

    3. Augment

      Augment

      That extreme body and personality change... nice! I agree with Wishful, wrestler... Or Rugby player build!

  13. I need to settle on a goal for my body, but it always shifts. Some days I'd love to be compact and ripped, others I think about getting huge ballooning muscles of a gymnast or bodybuilder.

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    2. lackthereof

      lackthereof

      Oh man, and I was just getting excited by the "baby fat" I was loosing. That's real tempting though.... Not sure I know enough yet to do that without getting in over my head. But I'm all ears.

    3. expandingmuscle

      expandingmuscle

      Go HUGE man! as long as you can still see your abs youre on the right track.

    4. Wishful1

      Wishful1

      I suggest you go for bodyweight exercises then. If you eat right, you can get pretty ripped, and eventually, mildly huge. The more weight you gain, the stronger you'll become, and vice versa. Pullups are essential for bodyweight routines.

  14. Now if I only had some pecs...

    1. musclenerd

      musclenerd

      Go get them ;) the yours to grow !

    2. lackthereof

      lackthereof

      Dips... I knew there had to be a reason they're so popular at the gym.

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