This guy is the epitome of a muscle daddy. Every time I see him I’m blown away by how perfectly he fits the definition. Not only is he big, tall, and beefy, but he has this harem (I kid you not) of muscle boys that workout with him. (I’ve got Gym Sightings for weeks). Today I caught him changing out of his workout gear and into some thick, leather boots…right in front of my locker. High fashion, clubbing and rainbows were all alien to Scott Roughmen. Never a fan of the nelly gays that plagued the Bay Area, he lived a masculine lifestyle of cars, baseball, dirt, sweat, wrestling and men.“Men,” he muttered as he finished his workout and headed towards the locker room. Love was always a fickle subject for Scott, as men never seemed to stick around long enough to explore it with him…or perhaps he was too picky. His ideal man was Filipino (or Dutch), athletic, average height…“Can I get to my locker?” interrupted a golden Filipino-Dutch boy. Surely, this was fate. One day someone I draw will find my blog and freak out that I wrote such horrible smut about them. (Unless it’s accurate?)

This guy is the epitome of a muscle daddy. Every time I see him I’m blown away by how perfectly he fits the definition. Not only is he big, tall, and beefy, but he has this harem (I kid you not) of muscle boys that workout with him. (I’ve got Gym Sightings for weeks). Today I caught him changing out of his workout gear and into some thick, leather boots…right in front of my locker.

High fashion, clubbing and rainbows were all alien to Scott Roughmen. Never a fan of the nelly gays that plagued the Bay Area, he lived a masculine lifestyle of cars, baseball, dirt, sweat, wrestling and men.

“Men,” he muttered as he finished his workout and headed towards the locker room. Love was always a fickle subject for Scott, as men never seemed to stick around long enough to explore it with him…or perhaps he was too picky. His ideal man was Filipino (or Dutch), athletic, average height…

“Can I get to my locker?” interrupted a golden Filipino-Dutch boy. Surely, this was fate.

One day someone I draw will find my blog and freak out that I wrote such horrible smut about them. (Unless it’s accurate?)

Gym Sightings sketch dump, hope y’all don’t mind.  Here’s an old one: Greg Valentino was a medley of talents: model, actor, playboy…with abs like these, he could have anyone. Anyone, that is, except Dylan. He had evaded Greg’s charm surreptitiously, completely ignoring him when he rubbed his abs. Instead, he seemed to float around these heavyset powerlifters. “Grrr…. What do they have that I don’t?” He shot another look at Dylan, the first man ever to ignore Greg’s allure. He was in love.

Gym Sightings sketch dump, hope y’all don’t mind.  Here’s an old one:

Greg Valentino was a medley of talents: model, actor, playboy…with abs like these, he could have anyone. Anyone, that is, except Dylan. He had evaded Greg’s charm surreptitiously, completely ignoring him when he rubbed his abs. Instead, he seemed to float around these heavyset powerlifters.

“Grrr…. What do they have that I don’t?” He shot another look at Dylan, the first man ever to ignore Greg’s allure.

He was in love.

Special Guest slash-fiction by multi-masked (thanks again!): As Neil finished his set, his heart pumping hard, he noticed across the room this handsome Dutch(Maybe Filipino?) guy checking him out. Although muscular, Neil grew up playing Dungeons and Dragons, yearning for someone that held the same ideals as him. He started imagining himself with the man across the room, playing a game, rolling a 6, 20+ damage. The thoughts were too much for him, as his package, already hard to conceal, started to grow ever larger. Knowing that it would be hard to conceal, he played it off, hoping his new crush wouldn’t notice how big he was. If anything, he didn’t want his crush to think he was a top rather than the power bottom that he is.  The best part of these Gym Sightings is the horrible slash fiction. Thanks again, multi-mask for writing.

Special Guest slash-fiction by multi-masked (thanks again!):

As Neil finished his set, his heart pumping hard, he noticed across the room this handsome Dutch(Maybe Filipino?) guy checking him out. Although muscular, Neil grew up playing Dungeons and Dragons, yearning for someone that held the same ideals as him. He started imagining himself with the man across the room, playing a game, rolling a 6, 20+ damage. The thoughts were too much for him, as his package, already hard to conceal, started to grow ever larger. Knowing that it would be hard to conceal, he played it off, hoping his new crush wouldn’t notice how big he was. If anything, he didn’t want his crush to think he was a top rather than the power bottom that he is. 

The best part of these Gym Sightings is the horrible slash fiction. Thanks again, multi-mask for writing.

Wow. I saw this guy in my gym a while back and I almost creamed my pants. The epitome of my type, blond, beefy, the guy was huge. At least 6’2”. He was doing chest workouts with a tank-top that had trouble covering his belly. So I would catch it peeking out every-now-and-then. Bliss. This was the first time Kerry Clark had been to this gym at lunch time. Practically empty with a small group of really hot guys—just how he liked it. His latest obsession? That Dutch guy doing push-ups. He looked almost Filipino…perhaps half? “Guys like that never go for big guys like me,” he mumbled to himself, staring longingly at his happa-crush. Kerry moved to California to find a husband, but he never had the courage to make the first move. And now his crush was walking towards him, making un-faltering eye contact. Every step closer his heart beat faster. “How many more sets do you have?” Kerry’s stomach jumped into his throat. He couldn’t react. Couldn’t talk. Why did he always fall for the straight guys?! I love guys with feminine names. Kerry, Terry, Allison, Judy…it’s so cute! Especially when they’re big and burly to counter their name.

Wow. I saw this guy in my gym a while back and I almost creamed my pants. The epitome of my type, blond, beefy, the guy was huge. At least 6’2”. He was doing chest workouts with a tank-top that had trouble covering his belly. So I would catch it peeking out every-now-and-then. Bliss.

This was the first time Kerry Clark had been to this gym at lunch time. Practically empty with a small group of really hot guys—just how he liked it. His latest obsession? That Dutch guy doing push-ups. He looked almost Filipino…perhaps half?

“Guys like that never go for big guys like me,” he mumbled to himself, staring longingly at his happa-crush. Kerry moved to California to find a husband, but he never had the courage to make the first move. And now his crush was walking towards him, making un-faltering eye contact.

Every step closer his heart beat faster.

“How many more sets do you have?” Kerry’s stomach jumped into his throat. He couldn’t react. Couldn’t talk. Why did he always fall for the straight guys?!

I love guys with feminine names. Kerry, Terry, Allison, Judy…it’s so cute! Especially when they’re big and burly to counter their name.

Gym Sighting slash fiction: Despite the packed locker room, nobody seemed to notice Agrius struggle to get out of his workout clothes. “Rude queens,” he muttered to himself. This wasn’t a problem back in the South. Everyone was so helpful to get his clothes off; a politeness he missed in this bustling city gym.

Gym Sighting slash fiction:

Despite the packed locker room, nobody seemed to notice Agrius struggle to get out of his workout clothes. “Rude queens,” he muttered to himself. This wasn’t a problem back in the South. Everyone was so helpful to get his clothes off; a politeness he missed in this bustling city gym.

I’ve been gymming at Golds more often. It’s a bit out of the way, but the beefcakes who frequent this gym have inspired quite a few doodles. Totally worth the extra hour it adds to my commute. As is tradition with my Gym Sightings, here is a piece of horrible slash fiction to accompany the doodle: The last thing Gunter wanted was to brave the cruisy showers at Gold’s. Wherever he went, Gunter felt hundreds of eyes following him. He hated the attention and longed for the life of a house-husband. “If only,” Gunter sighed, keeping his eyes down to avoid eye contact in the showers…but in looking down, Gunter saw a short, frumpy Filipino/Dutch boy fumbling to get his shower working. “Wooooof,” Gunter mumbled absent-mindedly. He was a complete train wreck, which complimented Gunter’s Adonis-like perfection. A fortune teller warned Gunter of this man almost twenty years ago—skinny, yet fat, and short, with dirt skin and adult acne—this was his soulmate. “Oh my god,” the boy squeaked in his pitchy voice. Gunter shook his head, and quickly pulled the shower curtain. His heart beating fast…he finally knew what love felt like.

I’ve been gymming at Golds more often. It’s a bit out of the way, but the beefcakes who frequent this gym have inspired quite a few doodles. Totally worth the extra hour it adds to my commute.

As is tradition with my Gym Sightings, here is a piece of horrible slash fiction to accompany the doodle:

The last thing Gunter wanted was to brave the cruisy showers at Gold’s. Wherever he went, Gunter felt hundreds of eyes following him. He hated the attention and longed for the life of a house-husband.

“If only,” Gunter sighed, keeping his eyes down to avoid eye contact in the showers…but in looking down, Gunter saw a short, frumpy Filipino/Dutch boy fumbling to get his shower working. “Wooooof,” Gunter mumbled absent-mindedly. He was a complete train wreck, which complimented Gunter’s Adonis-like perfection. A fortune teller warned Gunter of this man almost twenty years ago—skinny, yet fat, and short, with dirt skin and adult acne—this was his soulmate.

“Oh my god,” the boy squeaked in his pitchy voice. Gunter shook his head, and quickly pulled the shower curtain. His heart beating fast…he finally knew what love felt like.
Old Gym Sighting from Daly City: “This should get his attention,” Thought Hunter O’Pinoy. The squat rack held nearly 800lbs using half the plates in the gym. “He has no choice but to watch and wait for me to finish with these 45’s.” Hunter gripped the bar, his chest slowly rising as he lustfully eyed the Happa on the neck machine.“Heh,” he chuckled under his breath, widening his stance under the bar, “it’s amazing what I’ll do to get a guy’s attention. Finish him, Hunter.” He kissed at the reflection of his gym crush—now watching intently—and pressed deep into the squat, his chin nestled into his gut. This weight was nothing, but maybe if he faked trouble he could get the boy to spot him?

Old Gym Sighting from Daly City:

“This should get his attention,” Thought Hunter O’Pinoy. The squat rack held nearly 800lbs using half the plates in the gym. “He has no choice but to watch and wait for me to finish with these 45’s.” Hunter gripped the bar, his chest slowly rising as he lustfully eyed the Happa on the neck machine.

“Heh,” he chuckled under his breath, widening his stance under the bar, “it’s amazing what I’ll do to get a guy’s attention. Finish him, Hunter.” He kissed at the reflection of his gym crush—now watching intently—and pressed deep into the squat, his chin nestled into his gut. This weight was nothing, but maybe if he faked trouble he could get the boy to spot him?
Gym sighting doodle

Gym sighting doodle

Gym Sighting

Gym Sighting

Tiger, lion, Mega Shark…and now a redhead. Christopher’s reincarnation line was comprised of big, dangerous predators. And his latest body was no exception. Much like the colourings of a poison frog, his bright red fur warned the men of Gold’s Gym that he was a ruthless heart breaker. (via Noodles and Beef)

Tiger, lion, Mega Shark…and now a redhead. Christopher’s reincarnation line was comprised of big, dangerous predators. And his latest body was no exception. Much like the colourings of a poison frog, his bright red fur warned the men of Gold’s Gym that he was a ruthless heart breaker. (via Noodles and Beef)

Gym Sighting: The Casual Powerlifter There he was, doing 605-pound squats for reps, like he was Derek Poundstone or something. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him…and I was caught a couple times staring. Embarrassing.He had this amazing squat belt. Four or Five inches wide, leather, with an oversized buckle. It just oozed hyper masculine powerlifter…I had to have it. Cautiously, I approached him and squeaked out a question, asking him where he got his belt and if he was a “pro” lifter. The belt was a Titan Toro, and he was a casual lifter. Or, as he explained “I was bored and now I’m lifting, like, upwards of 600 pounds.” He’s doing reps of a weight I max-out on. Sigh! Slash fiction time: “Oh, I was just bored,” he lied, casually bouncing his pecs as he recovered from his last set. Brian Shaw was no amateur lifter, and if it weren’t for his clever bleached-blond disguise, this kid would probably recognize him for the WSM-competitor that he used to be.Kid had some legs on him…with the right training he could be a huge asset to team America, maybe even lift his way to a title at Fortissimus.“You lifting tomorrow?” He asked, his piercing stare made the Filipino-mutt gulp and look down before nodding Yes. “Perfect,” Brian grinned, “maybe I’ll run into you, watch your form.”

Gym Sighting: The Casual Powerlifter

There he was, doing 605-pound squats for reps, like he was Derek Poundstone or something. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him…and I was caught a couple times staring. Embarrassing.

He had this amazing squat belt. Four or Five inches wide, leather, with an oversized buckle. It just oozed hyper masculine powerlifter…I had to have it. Cautiously, I approached him and squeaked out a question, asking him where he got his belt and if he was a “pro” lifter. 

The belt was a Titan Toro, and he was a casual lifter. Or, as he explained “I was bored and now I’m lifting, like, upwards of 600 pounds.” He’s doing reps of a weight I max-out on. Sigh! Slash fiction time:

“Oh, I was just bored,” he lied, casually bouncing his pecs as he recovered from his last set. Brian Shaw was no amateur lifter, and if it weren’t for his clever bleached-blond disguise, this kid would probably recognize him for the WSM-competitor that he used to be.

Kid had some legs on him…with the right training he could be a huge asset to team America, maybe even lift his way to a title at Fortissimus.

“You lifting tomorrow?” He asked, his piercing stare made the Filipino-mutt gulp and look down before nodding Yes. “Perfect,” Brian grinned, “maybe I’ll run into you, watch your form.”
I’m house sitting for my Mom, so I’ve got internet. Which is great, because I needed to post this gym sighting. His form was horrible, he never re-racked his weights, but he had these big muscles which made me ignore all that. Slash fiction time: Despite his short stature and puny size, Ryan knew the Filipino/Dutch kid was a seasoned lifter. His big give-away was the way he lip-synced the Moto Blanco remix of Paparazzi: by doing 80-pound curls in time with the beat.Ryan knew exactly how to get this guy’s attention. Poor form and never racking weights…pet peeves to anyone thatserious about working out. He could feel the Pinoy kid’s anger grow with each lousy rep…hopefully he’d be annoyed enough to come over and show correct form. Then Ryan would have the perfect chance to give him his phone number. Ugh, I hate it when people don’t rack their weights! Or when they yell really loud! Ugh! So annoying!

I’m house sitting for my Mom, so I’ve got internet. Which is great, because I needed to post this gym sighting. His form was horrible, he never re-racked his weights, but he had these big muscles which made me ignore all that. Slash fiction time:

Despite his short stature and puny size, Ryan knew the Filipino/Dutch kid was a seasoned lifter. His big give-away was the way he lip-synced the Moto Blanco remix of Paparazzi: by doing 80-pound curls in time with the beat.

Ryan knew exactly how to get this guy’s attention. Poor form and never racking weights…pet peeves to anyone thatserious about working out.

He could feel the Pinoy kid’s anger grow with each lousy rep…hopefully he’d be annoyed enough to come over and show correct form. Then Ryan would have the perfect chance to give him his phone number.

Ugh, I hate it when people don’t rack their weights! Or when they yell really loud! Ugh! So annoying!