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I’m a toned white guy but I just can’t imagine why someone would want to look like some dumb, hairy, smelly guy with huge muscles??

Boy, give the idea a chance! Yes, you're the prom king, yes, your teeth are perfect, yes, your skin is flawless. But you're a wimp and a weakling. Well-trained? Maybe, but here in your new gym you're just one of the little wimps.

There are two of these stupid, hairy and smelly guys training next to you. They shout with every repetition. And after every set they fart so much you almost feel sick. One of the two guys shouts over to you to see if you have a problem. No, you're tolerant of Neanderthals, you mumble to yourself.

"Did you just call me a Neanderthal, college boy?" The beefcake is suddenly standing right behind you. Shit, did he hear you? "Then smell what a Neanderthal smells like!" he says and presses your face into his armpit. You try to hold your breath. But he doesn't let up. And then you can't help yourself. You gasp for air. For air that smells badly of sweat. The sweat from his armpit dampens your face. You breathe in again. And again. And lick his armpit. Damn, that's pure masculinity! He laughs boomingly. "Yes, you like that, college boy! Never call a man like you a Neanderthal again. And put some weight on the barbell. You're not a schoolgirl!" A man like you? What does he mean by that? Damn, you're getting hot. No wonder the other musclemen here are training bare-chested.

You double the weight on the bar. And you grunt with every repetition. Fuck, that was too much weight! You can't do the last repetition. The Neanderthals are standing behind you. "go, go, go!" He gives you a hand. You lift the barbell with the last of your strength. And roar your pain out of you.

Next exercise is your biceps. Sit in front of the mirror and start with the dumbbell curls. Yeak, let the muscles burn. You haven't moved as much weight as you have today. What the hell are you saying? You've been one of the big boys here for years. It's a good gym. Not for wimps. You love the smell of sweat and iron. And of cum in the changing rooms. After a workout, you're so full of testosterone that you have to cum. If you're lucky, with one of your bros. And if necessary, alone in the shower.

You love the bulking phase. Eat like a beast. Working out to the point of total exhaustion. And you don't need to shave your fur. Now you can be as hairy as you like. The time when you'll be smooth and oiled on stage will come soon enough.

Heck, you can be more than happy with the results of your training. You have to fart when you pose. Who cares, it happens to most people here. And nobody really cares what you smell like. The main thing is that you have the most powerful physique.

Found you pic @rickmuscleguy

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I work in a really boring office, everyone just wears a suit and is so work focused that they never have time for anything fun. Is there anything that I can do with the chronivac to spice things up a little?

Thank goodness it's Friday. You still have two meetings to get through. Then it's finally the weekend. And then you can earn a little extra money by moonlighting on a colleague's building site.

Damn, what an absurd thought! How are you going to help out on the building site? By deducting the results of the inventory of bricks from your taxes? Hardly anyone knows as little about DIY as you do.

Your boss burps. Bloody loud. And takes a swig from the bottle of beer in front of him. His white shirt slips out of his trousers over his belly. Your colleague from HR stands up and says that he needs to go to the porta-potty to piss.

Something stinks here… You raise your arm. Yes, that's you. Damn, when was the last time you took a shower? Well, not this week. What's the point? You guys are all real men. Sweat and cum is your body lotion. Hehehe. Your blue button-down shirt disappears into thin air. The air in the portacabin where you take your lunch break is stifling. Sweat, onions, frying fat. A terrible mixture. Brppppppppp! And then there's your fart. Your colleagues laugh roaring. The foreman comes back from taking a piss and puts his hands under your nose. "Should I have washed them, mate?" You reach into his trousers, knead his cock and balls, pull your hand back and smell your hand. "Nah, but you should have your cock sucked again. It cud do with uh clean." The foreman whistles and the bricklayer's apprentice jumps up. Damn it, you wanted to have fun with this young guy behind the barracks after the lunch break.

Time to end the lunch break. You want to be in the car and driving home in two hours. Your husband is already eagerly waiting to suck your cock clean. Have a great weekend, Buddy! In the meantime, I'll think about how we can spice up your everyday life on the construction site even more!

Pic found @stargazerguy

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Briefs and jeans kinda guy

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Open wide boys. This jock has a protein fart for you 💨

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Checkout @yungfarter on Twitter

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The most bro shit that ever happened. Dudes help their bud do a fuckin’ keg stand and one of them rips a rancid-ass fart. He does it twice and there’s a bomb-ass burp at the end.

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It took a while to make this edit so i hope you enjoy

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Great belch

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Jamie Christian-Johal

Officially My New God haha

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