I love the fact that there’s something which turns me on so much that anything else sexually just pales in comparison. The feelings I get, the thoughts that go through my head & the level of arousal I feel when I see huge hard ripped competition ready muscle are just so extreme and overwhelming, that I almost feel sorry anyone who *doesn’t* have a love/fetish for muscle, or something which turns them on to the same effect. I also love the fact that it’s such a rare thing, it feels incredibly special and unique, but at the same time I fucking *love* the knowledge that there are guys out there (no doubt pretty much anyone reading this right now) who feel exactly the same way about muscle that I do, who feel the same overwhelming level of arousal and excitement when looking at a huge ripped roided muscle monster caked in the shiniest tan flexing his indecent skin stretching muscle mass in a pair of ridiculously bright shiny posing trunks. The unexplainable feeling of why you’re turned on so much & the knowledge that nothing even comes close to turning you on as much as this image.
I’m also really lucky in the respect that I’ve found some awesome contacts/fellow muscle lovers in recent years who feel exactly the same way about muscle as I do, who just “get it” on every single level, who have those same thoughts, feeling & emotions when looking at muscle, who not only love all the same bodybuilders & types of bodybuilders I do, but who also share my love for things/little quirks/features on bodybuilders that perhaps other muscle fans don’t! It’s such a fucking rush, soooo much fun, and not to mention rotten horny as fucking hell talking about muscle with other addicts whose minds work the same as yours.
To find a fellow muscle addict who you click with, and who not only shares your love of muscle, but enhances it, is just so fucking special. Some guys don’t seem to understand or appreciate that, or they don’t seem that keen to interact with other muscle fans, maybe they’d prefer to just keep it to themselves and not share it, or maybe they’re a little embarrassed to, which I think is kinda sad cause they’re potentially missing out on something really special.
So grab your nearest muscle junkie/lover/addict and march on down to the Muscle Lover Pride parade cause being a lover of huge freaky juiced up roid beef is just about the hottest, horniest, most awesome, pant-creaming, trunk-spunking, mind-blowing thing you can be….
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