Packed & Pumped

Call me dramatic, but I have a weakness for the gradual unveiling of muscle. Back in my days commuting downtown in the 80s/90s, I’d get the rare thrill of seeing a muscle guy on the street, maybe just a glimpse of big arms filling sleeves, or if I was lucky, rocking a tank top. I once saw a huge stud at a supermarket, and the bagger coaxed him into flexing. Such sights would ‘keep me going’ for weeks, as I’d flash back to them as I stroked myself at bedtime, dreaming of seeing them more exposed.

Worship material!!!