Mindless Meathead Muscletoy

Welcome back, meathead. It looks like making you more obsessed with muscle is really paying off. Couldn’t even bother to put on a shirt under that jacket on a cool spring day – just had to show off that muscle as much as the weather allowed, didn’t you, stud? Of course you did. That’s what meatheads like you do – work hard and consume your macros to build bigger and stronger muscle to be admired. By the way, what’s three times seven?

“Uh… ya know me not like math Coach.”

Of course not, I meant to ask about your workout. If you do three sets of seven reps each, how many reps is that?

“21 reps. Duh Coach.”


Good meathead. So smart when it comes to bodybuilding and nutrition, yet nothing else really matters as you continue to strip away all that other knowledge you simply do not need. Some of it might still be in their locked deep inside but it’s just so hard to access if it doesn’t have to do with muscle.

After all, by now you are so good at thinking with that hard dick – and even when thinking in general gets so hard that you would rather just not bother with it, it’s so easy to think when you are thinking about anything related to that hard muscle.

You’ve simple become more and more of that total musclehead, and we’re going to continue let that musclehead inside take over completely. You can already feel how hard it makes you as you now start to flex for me. It felt so good to take that jacket off and it feels even better to now flex and pose for your Coach. You know that even as you grow bigger than me, you still love knowing you are making your Coach proud with all that huge muscle. That’s it, meathead. Show me just how big those arms of yours are getting.

I’m sure you’d love to feel your Coach truly worshiping that muscle as you slide off those pants, so horny to be such a good musclehead for me. But first, let’s have you focus further on the lust you have to build more muscle for yourself. Strip down of all lingering inhibitions as you strip for me, and focus on the mirror on the wall.

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Grinding Rippers; Rippers Grinding

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Ballin’ at the Park

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Flashback Friday: Lost & Found

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Caleb wasn’t entirely sure what had led him to pack a bag and hit the open road that day. He felt like he simply needed to go on a hitchhiking adventure, but yet he also felt like he had to go down a certain road instead of stand near a highway with more traffic. It was as if a part of him felt lost, yet a voice deep inside of his head was telling him exactly where to go.

And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”

He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.

It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.

More vehicles stopped after this, but he continued to politely decline and insist he was on a walk. Yet any time he tried to think about why he was there or if he should go home, his mind started to become fuzzy.

The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?

Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.

Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.

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