Time to Celebrate!

These hunky dudes are ready to serve your champagne!

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What a Monster!

As Michael Scott so eloquently said, "That's what SHE said."

Or, as us gays would say, "That's what HE said."

:)

Okaaaay...

Don't think those posers are gonna fit.

Prepping for the contest...

Almost time for the weigh-in?

"Hmmm, dude," the trainer mumbles as he tries to adjust the bodybuilder's package, "I don't know if we're gonna be able to keep this thing contained. You'll have to make sure you don't get hard while you're posing."

"Thanks, man," the young, virile hunk replies. "Maybe you can help me adjust it some more. You got a nice grip, dude."

Phil

Mr. Olympia.




The

ULTIMATE

Muscleman...

Mmm... mmm... mmm...

Ginger Muscle

Love me some of this.

Just love.

This.

I wish I was bi

...lingual.

This is Dobri Delev, a man whom I presume is some kind of Eastern European. Judging by his name. Maybe Russian, even.

Something.

Anyhoo, where I'm going with all of this is that I was sipping a latté at my local Mermaid Coffee shop the other day, and I noticed a group of people who were speaking a language that I did not know.

Judging by their looks, and the sound of the language (do I do too much judging?), I surmised they were of Eastern European descent. Maybe Russian, even.

I didn't understand one word.

They seemed friendly. Very polite. They shook hands when they greeted each other. One person was a young girl, obviously the daughter of the couple. The two men who greeted the couple politely engaged the little girl in conversation for a moment. She smiled coyly, in response.

Wish I was bi-lingual...

Drake

I kinda like where this is going...

Have a Happy Halladay!

Today is "Josh Holliday" on the three big MusclePla.net blogs.

We at MP are celebrating the masculine, muscular beauty that IS Josh Halladay.

Victor, Victor(ia)

Victor Martinez, pictured here, is my idea of deliciousness. 

There aren't a whole lot of words that could add anything to this pic. So I'll shut up. 

Thank you.

Squeeze me...

...but this guy is definitely hot.

ROD-ney

Rodney St. Cloud.

Oh, My, God.

Muscle. Sex tool. Hunkiness.

And did I mention muscle?

So there I was, just minding my own business, spritzing myself with salt water as I waded into the Pacific, occasionally splashing and, you know, splashing...

When suddenly, off to my right, appeared this unREAL visage of Ebony Muscle Masculinity.

And did I mention he was totally naked?

He was doing a photo shoot for one of those slutty, pornographic websites (the SHAME!).

Our eyes met, and ol' Rod suppressed a grin. Then he winked. He saw my jaw was in the salt water. A moment later, he strode up to me, telling his photographer to put it on hold, and he smiled right at ME.

"I'll be done with this shoot in about 15 minutes," he said. "I'm in that hotel right there," he pointed at a high rise. "Room 1832. Hope you can join me."

A jellyfish swam into my jaw-dropped mouth and stung me. Yet I found the resolve to recuperate and search for said Room 1832...

Mike Matarazzo in his prime...

The astute Curious Web Surfer (CWS) will already be aware of my infatuation with Mikey, here.

He was such a mega-hunk.

Now, however, he's lost his luster. Had some nasty health problems due to roiding, as I heard... Seems he suffered some major heart problems, directly attributed to his "use."

So, there is a moral dilemma here. Should we, the adoring, worshiping muscle fans be adoring and worshiping muscle that is largely the result of illegal and harmful drug use?

God, these musclegods are the epitome of everything that turns us on, right? And if we're honest, it's these illegal, harmful drug-infused muscles that bring us to our climax, right?

So, what to do?

Here we are, sitting at our computers, jacking off to illegal, harmful, self-destructive muscle... Are we in any way culpable regarding this?

Would the musclegods do this if we weren't here? (Perhaps they would. This is an honest question.)

My honest take: Yes, they would roid, even if us gay dudes weren't here, jacking off to them.

Methinks they do it not for our pleasure, but their own...

(God, I love it when I can totally justify my desires...)

Speaking of Zeb...

I snapped this pic last night at my hotel's pool.

Haha.

All seriousness aside, this was taken back when Zeb was tat-less (yes, there IS a god!) and Matthew Rush was less-fat.

IMHO, Matt (Greg Grove) was SO MUCH CUTER/HOTTER when he was skinnier.

Yeah, I DO love big muscles, but a little lean never hurt anyone... 

Andy Bick

I actually took this picture of "Zeb Atlas," (aka Andy Bick, from my home town, Portland).

The pic was taken in 2011, when I was attending the Mr. Olympia festivities in Las Vegas.

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Congratulations to Mr. Olympia (again) Phil Heath

I'd say he puts a lot of work into this body of his.

God, what a muscle stud.

Just imagine for a moment, if you will, like, bumping in to Phil in some random locker room, or restroom somewhere. Maybe you're trying on pants at Target, okay? And anyway, you come out of your dressing room, to show your significant other how they hang on your hips, and while you're still in the hallway, walking out to show off, you know, the fit, a curtain flies open on one of the other dressing booths and out steps Phil.

Wearing only these blue posers.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," he blurts as you bump in to him, grabbing his arms to steady yourself (you know, so you don't fall down), "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you, eh, coming."

"No problem, Mr. Heath," you reply. "My fault."

He smiles at you and says, "Well, what do you think of the fit?" He looks down at the, maybe 3-square-inch of fabric...

"Nice," you smile. "But I think it needs... adjustment. You know, I'm a part-time, freelance, uh, tailor. If you want me to, uh, you know, tailor your posers, uh, I don't charge much."

"Cool!" he beams. "What's your address?"

I don't know... just a hypothetical scenario...