out in the desert

[traveller]

Last Saturday I went to the Mojave desert to see the first manned launch of SpaceShipOne into space. I drove to the Lancaster airport where I picked up friends who flew there in a small plane. Because there is nothing to do in a small general aviation airport, I hung out in the air conditioned passenger lounge that was very quiet and very empty. My boredom was interrupted by two guys who walked into the lounge talking loudly. After a few minutes, one guy left. But, the other one, a tall, lanky brunette, took a look at me, walked over and sat down facing me. First, he told me that it looks like I work out, and then he began talking about working out, diet, weight loss and steroid cycles. For a few minutes, it was a one-sided conversation because I was surprised by his sudden interest in me, and the conversation?s abrupt start.

In the next 30 mins. I learned that this guy, Brian, is 21 years old, 6?4? and weighs about 200 lbs. Brian used to weigh a very fat 300 lbs., but recently lost it through diet and exercise with the help of a friend who?s a personal trainer. He had taken some underground steroid for his first and currently only cycle that gave him a bigger chest and 17? arms which he has since lost. Now, Brian just wants to get ripped so that he has washboard abs. Eventually we showed our legs to each other. Since I was wearing shorts it was easy to show my calves and thighs. He rolled up pants to show his furry calves, and then pulled back the fabric around his thigh to show its size. I was tempted to have him take off his shirt because thick, brown hair poked out from his open collar. (I do love soft, furry chest hair.) If he had a lot of muscle, I would have dragged him to an empty room for further comparisons.

Our conversation was interrupted by my friends? late arrival. I got his email address for further talks. To my chagrin I only noticed that his handwriting is barely legible after I left the terminal. I sent out a message to variations of his possible email address, but have yet to hear a reply other than a few bounced messages. C'est la vie.

Traveller

P.S. There were thousands of people at the Mojave Desert airport, but no muscle bods from what I saw. Some people were pleasant to look at. One guy in the pickup truck towing SpaceShipOne looked like my ideal of a husband from the shoulders up; masculine, great smile, short, dark hair, mustache and wide shoulders.

[Notbigenuff]

Traveller,
These unexpected meetings are my favorite kind. I once met a real well built guy at an amusement park (of all places) and we got to talking. One thing led to another and--though he is straight--he's been helping me with my training ever since. He's a competitive bodybuilder (amateur) and keeps in pretty good shape year round.

Unfortunately, he is in another state and I don't get to see him that often

[vlad]

first of all, and on a totally non-muscle related note, very cool about seeing that flight...man I bet that was exciting! Hope that guy gets the X-prize.

secondly, whenever I have chance encounters like that where I talk to some big, nice looking guy, It's great...but I know it will end and that I won't have a way to remember the image of this guy. Also, and i'm sure a lot of people feel this, it's so frustrating to not be able to ask too much about muscles in detail because of social norms or sexual preference or whatever. I get so envious when I see my straight friends hit on people...I know I can't do the same so openly.

[arpeejay]

Originally Posted by vlad

I get so envious when I see my straight friends hit on people...I know I can't do the same so openly.

Don't get envious, get even. Flirt with 'em anyway.

rpj