Dan Savage Assists Me with Some Insights

My friend, C

When my friend C expressed an interest in being the object of my fetish for muscle, I was very excited. I also had some personal hangups I would need to overcome before jumping in wholeheartedly. As soon as C left my house, I decided to write out my concerns in a letter to Dan Savage. After writing it, I called Dan Savage's podcast voicemail, read the letter through, and promptly forgot about it, wondering vaguely if it might be mentioned on Dan's podcast in the coming weeks.

And then, about a week later, I was driving back to work from a lunch break when my phone rang. I answered on my car's bluetooth sound system. It was Dan Savage himself, and he made me pull over so I could talk with him safely, which I did immediately. We had a great conversation; he is so personable and familiar it was a bit like chatting with an old friend.

If you follow the link and don't want to listen to Dan's opening rant or the whole podcast, I am the first caller and my call begins at exactly 9:50 on the podcast timeline and our conversation runs to 20:45.

Savage Lovecast Episode 45

I have to say, the advice worked. Recognizing that my friend would probably not have invited this interaction if there was nothing in it for him helped me allow the interactions to unfold naturally. C knows what I look like, knows what I am into, and asked me anyway.

C visited me about a week after the podcast was released. I had messaged him a couple of times asking if he listened to the podcast without letting him know that I had been on it. He hadn't, though, so I played it for him and it opened the door for a new chapter in our friendship that now includes workouts and body worship. I will continue to explore this territory and journal about it here for as long as it inspires us.

Be Well!

The Feel of Solid Flesh Against the Skin

My friend knew I had a fetish for muscle. Maybe he didn't know all of the intimate details, how many directions it had led me over a lifetime, how much of my persona it had shaped. But he knew enough to ask me one night, just a few short weeks ago, if it would be weird to flex his muscles for me. 

Of course it would be weird! He was 20 years younger than I, my friend of several years, more into women than men, and not attracted to me sexually. Yet, here he was, interested, willing, inviting me to indulge my attraction to him, my desire to view him as a sexual object, to allow myself to arouse an energy that I had mostly kept to myself. Known but kept hidden for my entire adolescence, I had only shared my secret with a few of my most trusted and supportive friends, and a few scattered clandestine liasons through my adult life.

This is a dream coming true for me. And so many threads of the tapestry I'd spent my erotic life weaving show up in this new garment. Tall, handsome, creative, athletic, smooth and lean, with dense, solid muscle he almost sheepishly carries on his lithe, lanky frame. Confident, strong, funny, wise, a person I already know and love as a sweet friend. Generous, helpful, kind.

Then there are the qualities I had not really known about him until our first exploration of our parts in this story. That he enjoys pushing himself in his workouts. That his muscles have that solid dense feeling, like a hard cock, that thrills me like nothing else can. That he makes noises of effort when he works out, pushes himself to his limits. Appreciates being directed and encouraged to do more than he might on his own.

We have had 2 sessions since he first brought the subject up, some details of which I will share in coming posts. For now, I wanted to reboot this blog by introducing this adventure which is just now unfolding for me.

For now, stay strong and be well!