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 seventh, and final volume of Muscle Ranch finds me and Sami in the steamroom after a long workout, having a long workout. Talk about losing body fluids! The final days of Muscle Ranch are coming up, and the first annual contest is being put together. While waiting during rehearsal, I tell Sami about Hugh, a massage guy from Chicago who was as big as Dick from the ranch. Rehearsal segues into the actual contest, with a big surprise ending, which we should have known all along. The prizewinner gets gold, in a special way, and after all the time being good for others at the ranch, I spend an evening devoted entirely to my own insatiable appetites. Packing, up, saying goodbye, and off back home, waiting for another Muscle Ranch, another year.