I’m texbearjoe, and Austin’s a short drive from my hometown, but it’s a million miles away from ordinary life. This is the second year of the private, invite-only retreat for bodybuilders - mostly offseason - enjoying days of nothing but food, working out, and the company of other men, no women allowed. Most of the guys gave up on shaving, clothing, and inhibitions - you’d be surprised at what guys get into when they can get away with it. It’s stocked full of big male bodybuilders, coaches, dads, sons, pros amateurs, and some powerlifters getting back to nature by giving up clothes and any semblance of worry about bi/gay/straight as they pursue the body beautiful.
The third volume of Muscle Ranch sets me up again for a class “demo” for sexual health - never before has a “digital exam” had so many guys happy to participate. The ranch does allow some male guests of participants, and I end up meeting furry skinny Jewish Eban, along with his brother Eli - a schvitz will never be the same. I swing the other way to reminiscing about a huge guy I met, then begin to show more and more guys from the ranch a special way to get testosterone release - you’d never think straight guys could take so much. Finally, and more strangely, I accidentally meet the results of sperm donations from when I was in college. That’s a mind-blower!