BERTIL FOX RELEASED!

[m8]

well it seems many young  gays today dont know big beef it betil  fox, but all knows the dude had crazy  ass pecs and arm s and was the gratest  bb of the 80s. anfortunlatly he  got fucked over by the penile  system sent to st kitts prision  by two mouthy whores  who got away scott free like womens always do  when  the law gets invol ved. all pleas e  remmebr this grate bb, hed have  7 or 8 os alredy but now  hes not even  on staige cuz of the brainlees legal

fucking gorila

[Gym-Rat]

Reekie Vayne (Ghey Arnold) 

[beakdoctor]

BB with brilliant material.

Seriously, were you a stand up comedian or what?

[BB]

BB with brilliant material.

Seriously, were you a stand up comedian or what?

Thanks for the kind words. Nope, just a regular guy. A few years ago, I found my actual writing getting a little sloppy and bland, I think it's from too much short form messaging. So every once and awhile, I just like to write something long, and hopefully a little entertaining so I remember how to do it .

[Rambone]

Thanks for the kind words. Nope, just a regular guy. A few years ago, I found my actual writing getting a little sloppy and bland, I think it's from too much short form messaging. So every once and awhile, I just like to write something long, and hopefully a little entertaining so I remember how to do it .

BB, have you read The Three Muscleteers yet? I bought it as a tool to improve my Getbig posting and overall schmoe knowledge. I normally buy book and never read them, but I have a feeling I will finish this one quickly and maybe even have a few pages stuck together.

[BB]

BB, have you read The Three Muscleteers yet? I bought it as a tool to improve my Getbig posting and overall schmoe knowledge. I normally buy book and never read them, but I have a feeling I will finish this one quickly and maybe even have a few pages stuck together.

Yep, review here - https://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?topic=678561.msg9773352#msg9773352 .

"Rating -

Schmoe content - 1/2 a sperm soaked Weider moustache out of 5. Connors is a gentleman about his guests and their love lives. No need to get your cocks out and lace up your grass stained New Balances for this one.

General Gossip Content - 3 Palumbos out of 5. I didn't have high hopes for it based on a few free chapters, but Ed pulled it out in the end. He gave me some stuff I didn't know, and he was genuinely funny in some parts. Connors just could've been a little more free flowing with the Gold's secrets.

Overall 3.5 out of 5.

One of the major flaws is that he jumps around in time periods and subjects too much with no structure. You could be reading about the 70's, then jump 25, 30 years in a few sentences. "


I still feel that way. Decent, but could've been great. We really need a good, gossipy book for covering the 80s-90's. There's so much material to be mined there. Someone needs to pick a pseudonym, find a good ghost writer, and get at it. You'd think some of these guys would have a good gossipy queen that can help them write in their stable of schmoes.

[Rambone]

Yep, review here - https://www.getbig.com/boards/index.php?topic=678561.msg9773352#msg9773352 .

"Rating -

Schmoe content - 1/2 a sperm soaked Weider moustache out of 5. Connors is a gentleman about his guests and their love lives. No need to get your cocks out and lace up your grass stained New Balances for this one.

General Gossip Content - 3 Palumbos out of 5. I didn't have high hopes for it based on a few free chapters, but Ed pulled it out in the end. He gave me some stuff I didn't know, and he was genuinely funny in some parts. Connors just could've been a little more free flowing with the Gold's secrets.

Overall 3.5 out of 5.
 
One of the major flaws is that he jumps around in time periods and subjects too much with no structure. You could be reading about the 70's, then jump 25, 30 years in a few sentences. "


I still feel that way. Decent, but could've been great. We really need a good, gossipy book for covering the 80s-90's. There's so much material to be mined there. Someone needs to pick a pseudonym, find a good ghost writer, and get at it. You'd think some of these guys would have a good gossipy queen that can help them write in their stable of schmoes.

 

I thought I remembered you reviewing it. I’m schmoe embarrassed!

[Megalodon]

I worked it into some Titus / McNeil erotic fan fiction for you -
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"Three weeks after the contest, and they thought I'd be mad at 4th, but I get it, I've got to pay my dues. After all, I did allegedly murder a girl." Craig said as he spoke to the group at Marina Del Rey community church. Anger management classes twice a month for the next 10 years as part of the conditions for his parole, Craig played with the tab on his soda can, and sat in the government surplus chair wondering how he got here.

"That's great to hear Craig, it's wonderful that you're taking responsibility for yourself" Ms. Martinez said, "Speaking of responsibility, Brian, would you like to share with the class?" "Nope, can't be faded, and I can't be sharing." He said with a smirk. Craig had seen his type before in the joint, they were usually hanging on to somebody's pocket the second week in. "Very well, class is almost over anyway. Everyone get a few cookies on the way out."

Craig walked out with his cookies, they were oatmeal raisin, not really an evening cookie, but beggars can't be choosers.... Then he saw her coming out of a room down the hall. Tall, blonde, and still pretty muscular, it couldn't be her could it? He jogged down the hall, still trying to play it cool. "Scuse me, but you wouldn't be Sally McNeil from years ago?" "Yep, that's me!" she said, hard to read behind her sun glasses. "You might might not recognize me...." "Is a pig's pussy pork?, of course I remember you Craiggers!" she interjected. This one was still a bit nutty, Craig liked that.

"You think I could hitch a ride with you?" Craig asked. "Nevada worked it out that I can serve my parole here, but I still haven't gotten my own ride." "Sure kiddo, I'm just down here." she said pointing into the distance. Then they came to it, a bright yellow Mazda Miata 2019. "Sweet ride." "I know, a dentist I know out of Century City leases it for me. He does all the the stars's teeth. The schmoes still love ya girl Sally, I think it's the danger now." "Who'd be afraid of little old you?" Craig said with a smirk, noting the USMC bumper sticker. "Hop in."

The ride was fun, they spoke of gyms known, stacks taken, and contests both in the gym and in life won and lost. Toward the end, Sally leaned in, and said "Here we are just a couple of old cons having fun, do you want to come home with me for a night cap? "Sure" Titus said, he'd gotten laid in the joint, and now out on parole. But fag slam pigs and prison groupies were different, you didn't care about them. He wanted to show Sally a good time.

Back when he got out, he went on the internet out of boredom to check out the old haunts. Muscle Mayhem gone, MD and Bodybuilding.com shells of themselves, but Getbig was still there. One of the threads he took note of was a gay guy talking about pleasing a woman - "You just start with two fingers to get her set up, then you go downstairs and eat it out like it was a pot of collard greens like I tell all of my straight friends who ask me for advice, you do that and she opens up like a flower. Once that happens, then you screw." Maybe the fruit was on to something, he'd try that with Sally tonight.

They got to Sally's place, a little ramshackle thing over by Del Monte boulevard, but she seemed to be trying to keep it up. When he stepped in, he could see it, a little 1 bedroom, with a living room dominated by a leather couch, a small flat screen and a white shag rug. "Why don't you go to the fridge, and get us something to snack on" she said. Craig wandered over to it, and took stock. A couple of six packs of Diet Coke, milk, Coors Lite, some wrapped cold cuts, and a shit ton of chicken thighs and drumsticks. Craig had to stifle a laugh at the last part. They said Ray got killed over two things - strange pussy and expensive chicken, he was glad to see part of that might be true. On the side, he spied a bag of NY Deli Jalapeno potato chips, he grabbed that and the Coke and head back to Sally. He was glad to see they were real chips, not some diet shit.

They sat around for a bit watching some show about black strippers in Mississippi, Craig figured he should make his move now. "This is fun and all, but I'd rather we got to know each other in a different way."  He said as he rubbed her thigh. "You think you could handle it? The last guy to play with my thighs wound up in a body bag, well he actually wound up in an ambulance, then a body bag,  but you get the drift." She said. "I'm sure it was a jaw dropper, but I'm not Ray." Titus knew you had to let these broads know the score quickly, or they'd walk all over you. 

"Wrestle you for it, you win, you get the pussy. You lose, and maybe you still get the pussy or you go home and jerk off." "What!?" Craig said. This bitch was indeed nuts, but fun nuts. "Ok, but where are we going to do it? In the bedroom?" "No silly, right here on the rug. Now help me move the couch." She said.  "Alright, I'm game."

Titus stood there in his tighty whiteys, Sally in a leopard number she got from somewhere. "Not so fast, we've got to oil up." she said. "What? Sally, we'll ruin the carpet." "Don't worry, it's ScotchGuarded, I wrestle schmoes on it all the time. We either do it right, or we don't do it at all."

About 30 minutes later, as Sally McNeil applies Craig’s final glazing of muscle sheen, it was almost time to wrestle. Craig gets into his stance, and offers Sally his hand. No reason to be a poor sportsman he thinks. She grabs it, and transitions into a double leg takedown, then into a head scissor.

And as Craig laid there with his head turning purple between her giant thighs, Craig thought "Fuck your Monica's, your Amy's, your Marla's, Sally's the girl for me."

Nice work. Keep up the Bulk Fiction, BB! 

BB, have you read The Three Muscleteers yet? I bought it as a tool to improve my Getbig posting and overall schmoe knowledge. I normally buy book and never read them, but I have a feeling I will finish this one quickly and maybe even have a few pages stuck together.

I read it cover to cover, although I don't see it as a schmoe book so much as an insiders book on the gym industry. Connors was an architect, which was useful to him in the gym biz. Once, Joe Weider mysteriously pulled Gold's Gym ads from M&F, so fellow Gold's owner Grymko confronted JW unsuccessfully at Weider HQ, leaving in a huff, 'tire ironing' his vehicle on the way out. Connors, took a cooler approach, mentioned in conversation that he was an architect and ended up quid pro quo'ing JW, helping him with home remodeling plans in exchange for Gold's ads back in Weider pubs. Plus, the Muscleteers dropped a Golds v Arnold slander suit inherited from Sprague.

[Rambone]

Nice work. Keep up the Bulk Fiction, BB! 

I read it cover to cover, although I don't see it as a schmoe book so much as an insiders book on the gym industry. Connors was an architect, which was useful to him in the gym biz. Once, Joe Weider mysteriously pulled Gold's Gym ads from M&F, so fellow Gold's owner Grymko confronted JW unsuccessfully at Weider HQ, leaving in a huff, 'tire ironing' his vehicle on the way out. Connors, took a cooler approach, mentioned in conversation that he was an architect and ended up quid pro quo'ing JW, helping him with home remodeling plans in exchange for Gold's ads back in Weider pubs. Plus, the Muscleteers dropped a Golds v Arnold slander suit inherited from Sprague.

Sweet. I look forward to reading it, so I can keep up with the heavy hitters on here

[Taffin]

"I can do this, I've been here before." Craig thinks as he waits backstage. "Have I got my ProTan right?, Am I holding too much water?" Kelly used to help with such things, but she's gone now. He also wonders if he picked the right song to pose to, Blue Oyster Cult's "Burning for You", back in the day people used to have fun with that sorta thing, but now? Everything's changed, they've even got trannies competing, back then they were only for the after parties. Lonnie's gone, King's back east looking half dead, even Bobby Chick's not up there anymore looking like a wop Cap'n Crunch, all replaced in those decades I gave to the slam.

Welp nothing to it, but to do it. "Now coming to the stage, Craig "Silverback" Titus everyone, Silverback Titus." The announcer booms. Craig walks out, there's an energy in the crowd like an electric current, but he can't hear anything. He looks out at the audience, they're older and grayer, but the schmoes are still there, and the cameras are still flashing. There's a bald guy that must be 80, and there's a young black haired guy a few rows behind wearing a "Fuck The Lockdowns" t-shirt, who seems to alternate looking at the bald man and the stage, he also seems to be jacking off. And who's that off in the distance? His old friend from Lovelock, OJ Simpson coming out to show support.

He's calmer now, and he can hear the music..... "And I'm livin' for givin' the Devil his due, and I'm burnin, I'm burnin, I'm burning for you...." He hits a double bi, into a quad pose with a little shake. The crowd roars.

He knows he's back where he belongs.   

I'm legit still laughing after a good minute - it was real funny all the way through, but the bit about jacking off took it to the next level! 

[Taffin]

I worked it into some Titus / McNeil erotic fan fiction for you -
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"Three weeks after the contest, and they thought I'd be mad at 4th, but I get it, I've got to pay my dues. After all, I did allegedly murder a girl." Craig said as he spoke to the group at Marina Del Rey community church. Anger management classes twice a month for the next 10 years as part of the conditions for his parole, Craig played with the tab on his soda can, and sat in the government surplus chair wondering how he got here.

"That's great to hear Craig, it's wonderful that you're taking responsibility for yourself" Ms. Martinez said, "Speaking of responsibility, Brian, would you like to share with the class?" "Nope, can't be faded, and I can't be sharing." He said with a smirk. Craig had seen his type before in the joint, they were usually hanging on to somebody's pocket the second week in. "Very well, class is almost over anyway. Everyone get a few cookies on the way out."

Craig walked out with his cookies, they were oatmeal raisin, not really an evening cookie, but beggars can't be choosers.... Then he saw her coming out of a room down the hall. Tall, blonde, and still pretty muscular, it couldn't be her could it? He jogged down the hall, still trying to play it cool. "Scuse me, but you wouldn't be Sally McNeil from years ago?" "Yep, that's me!" she said, hard to read behind her sun glasses. "You might might not recognize me...." "Is a pig's pussy pork?, of course I remember you Craiggers!" she interjected. This one was still a bit nutty, Craig liked that.

"You think I could hitch a ride with you?" Craig asked. "Nevada worked it out that I can serve my parole here, but I still haven't gotten my own ride." "Sure kiddo, I'm just down here." she said pointing into the distance. Then they came to it, a bright yellow Mazda Miata 2019. "Sweet ride." "I know, a dentist I know out of Century City leases it for me. He does all the the stars's teeth. The schmoes still love ya girl Sally, I think it's the danger now." "Who'd be afraid of little old you?" Craig said with a smirk, noting the USMC bumper sticker. "Hop in."

The ride was fun, they spoke of gyms known, stacks taken, and contests both in the gym and in life won and lost. Toward the end, Sally leaned in, and said "Here we are just a couple of old cons having fun, do you want to come home with me for a night cap? "Sure" Titus said, he'd gotten laid in the joint, and now out on parole. But fag slam pigs and prison groupies were different, you didn't care about them. He wanted to show Sally a good time.

Back when he got out, he went on the internet out of boredom to check out the old haunts. Muscle Mayhem gone, MD and Bodybuilding.com shells of themselves, but Getbig was still there. One of the threads he took note of was a gay guy talking about pleasing a woman - "You just start with two fingers to get her set up, then you go downstairs and eat it out like it was a pot of collard greens like I tell all of my straight friends who ask me for advice, you do that and she opens up like a flower. Once that happens, then you screw." Maybe the fruit was on to something, he'd try that with Sally tonight.

They got to Sally's place, a little ramshackle thing over by Del Monte boulevard, but she seemed to be trying to keep it up. When he stepped in, he could see it, a little 1 bedroom, with a living room dominated by a leather couch, a small flat screen and a white shag rug. "Why don't you go to the fridge, and get us something to snack on" she said. Craig wandered over to it, and took stock. A couple of six packs of Diet Coke, milk, Coors Lite, some wrapped cold cuts, and a shit ton of chicken thighs and drumsticks. Craig had to stifle a laugh at the last part. They said Ray got killed over two things - strange pussy and expensive chicken, he was glad to see part of that might be true. On the side, he spied a bag of NY Deli Jalapeno potato chips, he grabbed that and the Coke and head back to Sally. He was glad to see they were real chips, not some diet shit.

They sat around for a bit watching some show about black strippers in Mississippi, Craig figured he should make his move now. "This is fun and all, but I'd rather we got to know each other in a different way."  He said as he rubbed her thigh. "You think you could handle it? The last guy to play with my thighs wound up in a body bag, well he actually wound up in an ambulance, then a body bag,  but you get the drift." She said. "I'm sure it was a jaw dropper* but I'm not Ray." Titus knew you had to let these broads know the score quickly, or they'd walk all over you. 

"Wrestle you for it, you win, you get the pussy. You lose, and maybe you still get the pussy or you go home and jerk off." "What!?" Craig said. This bitch was indeed nuts, but fun nuts. "Ok, but where are we going to do it? In the bedroom?" "No silly, right here on the rug. Now help me move the couch." She said.  "Alright, I'm game."

Titus stood there in his tighty whiteys, Sally in a leopard number she got from somewhere. "Not so fast, we've got to oil up." she said. "What? Sally, we'll ruin the carpet." "Don't worry, it's ScotchGuarded, I wrestle schmoes on it all the time. We either do it right, or we don't do it at all."

About 30 minutes later, as Sally McNeil applies Craig’s final glazing of muscle sheen, it was almost time to wrestle. Craig gets into his stance, and offers Sally his hand. No reason to be a poor sportsman he thinks. She grabs it, and transitions into a double leg takedown, then into a head scissor.

And as Craig laid there with his head turning purple between her giant thighs, Craig thought "Fuck your Monica's, your Amy's, your Marla's, Sally's the girl for me."

Too good.  All the way too good

And this bit * - brutal! 

[Gym-Rat]

Wonder if "Bertil Fox" slammed "Fertile Box" yet... His 80-yr old girlfriend of peace.

[Rusty Trombone]

I worked it into some Titus / McNeil erotic fan fiction for you -
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"Three weeks after the contest, and they thought I'd be mad at 4th, but I get it, I've got to pay my dues. After all, I did allegedly murder a girl." Craig said as he spoke to the group at Marina Del Rey community church. Anger management classes twice a month for the next 10 years as part of the conditions for his parole, Craig played with the tab on his soda can, and sat in the government surplus chair wondering how he got here.

"That's great to hear Craig, it's wonderful that you're taking responsibility for yourself" Ms. Martinez said, "Speaking of responsibility, Brian, would you like to share with the class?" "Nope, can't be faded, and I can't be sharing." He said with a smirk. Craig had seen his type before in the joint, they were usually hanging on to somebody's pocket the second week in. "Very well, class is almost over anyway. Everyone get a few cookies on the way out."

Craig walked out with his cookies, they were oatmeal raisin, not really an evening cookie, but beggars can't be choosers.... Then he saw her coming out of a room down the hall. Tall, blonde, and still pretty muscular, it couldn't be her could it? He jogged down the hall, still trying to play it cool. "Scuse me, but you wouldn't be Sally McNeil from years ago?" "Yep, that's me!" she said, hard to read behind her sun glasses. "You might might not recognize me...." "Is a pig's pussy pork?, of course I remember you Craiggers!" she interjected. This one was still a bit nutty, Craig liked that.

"You think I could hitch a ride with you?" Craig asked. "Nevada worked it out that I can serve my parole here, but I still haven't gotten my own ride." "Sure kiddo, I'm just down here." she said pointing into the distance. Then they came to it, a bright yellow Mazda Miata 2019. "Sweet ride." "I know, a dentist I know out of Century City leases it for me. He does all the the stars's teeth. The schmoes still love ya girl Sally, I think it's the danger now." "Who'd be afraid of little old you?" Craig said with a smirk, noting the USMC bumper sticker. "Hop in."

The ride was fun, they spoke of gyms known, stacks taken, and contests both in the gym and in life won and lost. Toward the end, Sally leaned in, and said "Here we are just a couple of old cons having fun, do you want to come home with me for a night cap? "Sure" Titus said, he'd gotten laid in the joint, and now out on parole. But fag slam pigs and prison groupies were different, you didn't care about them. He wanted to show Sally a good time.

Back when he got out, he went on the internet out of boredom to check out the old haunts. Muscle Mayhem gone, MD and Bodybuilding.com shells of themselves, but Getbig was still there. One of the threads he took note of was a gay guy talking about pleasing a woman - "You just start with two fingers to get her set up, then you go downstairs and eat it out like it was a pot of collard greens like I tell all of my straight friends who ask me for advice, you do that and she opens up like a flower. Once that happens, then you screw." Maybe the fruit was on to something, he'd try that with Sally tonight.

They got to Sally's place, a little ramshackle thing over by Del Monte boulevard, but she seemed to be trying to keep it up. When he stepped in, he could see it, a little 1 bedroom, with a living room dominated by a leather couch, a small flat screen and a white shag rug. "Why don't you go to the fridge, and get us something to snack on" she said. Craig wandered over to it, and took stock. A couple of six packs of Diet Coke, milk, Coors Lite, some wrapped cold cuts, and a shit ton of chicken thighs and drumsticks. Craig had to stifle a laugh at the last part. They said Ray got killed over two things - strange pussy and expensive chicken, he was glad to see part of that might be true. On the side, he spied a bag of NY Deli Jalapeno potato chips, he grabbed that and the Coke and head back to Sally. He was glad to see they were real chips, not some diet shit.

They sat around for a bit watching some show about black strippers in Mississippi, Craig figured he should make his move now. "This is fun and all, but I'd rather we got to know each other in a different way."  He said as he rubbed her thigh. "You think you could handle it? The last guy to play with my thighs wound up in a body bag, well he actually wound up in an ambulance, then a body bag,  but you get the drift." She said. "I'm sure it was a jaw dropper, but I'm not Ray." Titus knew you had to let these broads know the score quickly, or they'd walk all over you. 

"Wrestle you for it, you win, you get the pussy. You lose, and maybe you still get the pussy or you go home and jerk off." "What!?" Craig said. This bitch was indeed nuts, but fun nuts. "Ok, but where are we going to do it? In the bedroom?" "No silly, right here on the rug. Now help me move the couch." She said.  "Alright, I'm game."

Titus stood there in his tighty whiteys, Sally in a leopard number she got from somewhere. "Not so fast, we've got to oil up." she said. "What? Sally, we'll ruin the carpet." "Don't worry, it's ScotchGuarded, I wrestle schmoes on it all the time. We either do it right, or we don't do it at all."

About 30 minutes later, as Sally McNeil applies Craig’s final glazing of muscle sheen, it was almost time to wrestle. Craig gets into his stance, and offers Sally his hand. No reason to be a poor sportsman he thinks. She grabs it, and transitions into a double leg takedown, then into a head scissor.

And as Craig laid there with his head turning purple between her giant thighs, Craig thought "Fuck your Monica's, your Amy's, your Marla's, Sally's the girl for me."

Is it wrong to get a 3/4 parsh from this story?

[Pet shop boys]

Is his Youtube channel up yet ?


WoooSHHHHHHHHHHH

[obsidian]

I worked it into some Titus / McNeil erotic fan fiction for you -
-----------------------------

"Three weeks after the contest, and they thought I'd be mad at 4th, but I get it, I've got to pay my dues. After all, I did allegedly murder a girl." Craig said as he spoke to the group at Marina Del Rey community church. Anger management classes twice a month for the next 10 years as part of the conditions for his parole, Craig played with the tab on his soda can, and sat in the government surplus chair wondering how he got here.

"That's great to hear Craig, it's wonderful that you're taking responsibility for yourself" Ms. Martinez said, "Speaking of responsibility, Brian, would you like to share with the class?" "Nope, can't be faded, and I can't be sharing." He said with a smirk. Craig had seen his type before in the joint, they were usually hanging on to somebody's pocket the second week in. "Very well, class is almost over anyway. Everyone get a few cookies on the way out."

Craig walked out with his cookies, they were oatmeal raisin, not really an evening cookie, but beggars can't be choosers.... Then he saw her coming out of a room down the hall. Tall, blonde, and still pretty muscular, it couldn't be her could it? He jogged down the hall, still trying to play it cool. "Scuse me, but you wouldn't be Sally McNeil from years ago?" "Yep, that's me!" she said, hard to read behind her sun glasses. "You might might not recognize me...." "Is a pig's pussy pork?, of course I remember you Craiggers!" she interjected. This one was still a bit nutty, Craig liked that.

"You think I could hitch a ride with you?" Craig asked. "Nevada worked it out that I can serve my parole here, but I still haven't gotten my own ride." "Sure kiddo, I'm just down here." she said pointing into the distance. Then they came to it, a bright yellow Mazda Miata 2019. "Sweet ride." "I know, a dentist I know out of Century City leases it for me. He does all the the stars's teeth. The schmoes still love ya girl Sally, I think it's the danger now." "Who'd be afraid of little old you?" Craig said with a smirk, noting the USMC bumper sticker. "Hop in."

The ride was fun, they spoke of gyms known, stacks taken, and contests both in the gym and in life won and lost. Toward the end, Sally leaned in, and said "Here we are just a couple of old cons having fun, do you want to come home with me for a night cap? "Sure" Titus said, he'd gotten laid in the joint, and now out on parole. But fag slam pigs and prison groupies were different, you didn't care about them. He wanted to show Sally a good time.

Back when he got out, he went on the internet out of boredom to check out the old haunts. Muscle Mayhem gone, MD and Bodybuilding.com shells of themselves, but Getbig was still there. One of the threads he took note of was a gay guy talking about pleasing a woman - "You just start with two fingers to get her set up, then you go downstairs and eat it out like it was a pot of collard greens like I tell all of my straight friends who ask me for advice, you do that and she opens up like a flower. Once that happens, then you screw." Maybe the fruit was on to something, he'd try that with Sally tonight.

They got to Sally's place, a little ramshackle thing over by Del Monte boulevard, but she seemed to be trying to keep it up. When he stepped in, he could see it, a little 1 bedroom, with a living room dominated by a leather couch, a small flat screen and a white shag rug. "Why don't you go to the fridge, and get us something to snack on" she said. Craig wandered over to it, and took stock. A couple of six packs of Diet Coke, milk, Coors Lite, some wrapped cold cuts, and a shit ton of chicken thighs and drumsticks. Craig had to stifle a laugh at the last part. They said Ray got killed over two things - strange pussy and expensive chicken, he was glad to see part of that might be true. On the side, he spied a bag of NY Deli Jalapeno potato chips, he grabbed that and the Coke and head back to Sally. He was glad to see they were real chips, not some diet shit.

They sat around for a bit watching some show about black strippers in Mississippi, Craig figured he should make his move now. "This is fun and all, but I'd rather we got to know each other in a different way."  He said as he rubbed her thigh. "You think you could handle it? The last guy to play with my thighs wound up in a body bag, well he actually wound up in an ambulance, then a body bag,  but you get the drift." She said. "I'm sure it was a jaw dropper, but I'm not Ray." Titus knew you had to let these broads know the score quickly, or they'd walk all over you. 

"Wrestle you for it, you win, you get the pussy. You lose, and maybe you still get the pussy or you go home and jerk off." "What!?" Craig said. This bitch was indeed nuts, but fun nuts. "Ok, but where are we going to do it? In the bedroom?" "No silly, right here on the rug. Now help me move the couch." She said.  "Alright, I'm game."

Titus stood there in his tighty whiteys, Sally in a leopard number she got from somewhere. "Not so fast, we've got to oil up." she said. "What? Sally, we'll ruin the carpet." "Don't worry, it's ScotchGuarded, I wrestle schmoes on it all the time. We either do it right, or we don't do it at all."

About 30 minutes later, as Sally McNeil applies Craig’s final glazing of muscle sheen, it was almost time to wrestle. Craig gets into his stance, and offers Sally his hand. No reason to be a poor sportsman he thinks. She grabs it, and transitions into a double leg takedown, then into a head scissor.

And as Craig laid there with his head turning purple between her giant thighs, Craig thought "Fuck your Monica's, your Amy's, your Marla's, Sally's the girl for me."

LMAO! I spit out my breakfast reading this masterpiece! Extra points for working in V3's timeless advices. One missed opportunity is working in PMs "Are you sexual?" phrase.

[Taffin]

Is it wrong to get a 3/4 parsh from this story?

Of course.  I got one of those involuntary pulse-dribbles where I let go of some juice with only 10% of the pleasure, coupled with the annoyance I had some clean up to do

So you're a better man than me, Mr Trombone

[Rusty Trombone]

Of course.  I got one of those involuntary pulse-dribbles where I let go of some juice with only 10% of the pleasure, coupled with the annoyance I had some clean up to do

So you're a better man than me, Mr Trombone

Hahahahaha gross 

[Wiggs]

Where's the rest the Titus story!?😠 I'm not man that likes to be left hanging Mr. BB. 😒  Pun intended.

Great writing

[Pet shop boys]

Is his Youtube channel up yet ?


WoooSHHHHHHHHHHH

Bump

[falco]

Almost a year since he has been released. Is he in a nursing home?

[Gym Rat]

Almost a year since he has been released. Is he in a nursing home?

I think he is with  his son. I see him (not Bertil) post on IG... Seems like a normal gent...

[Rambone]

He’s hunkered down with Kelly Ryan in the islands, mon

[illuminati]

Almost a year since he has been released. Is he in a nursing home?

Hidden away in training for the Masters Olympia I'm hearing

[Humble Narcissist]

Hidden away in training for the Masters Olympia I'm hearing

That would be interesting to see him back on stage. Would the crowd cheer for him?

[JackTheRipper]

That would be interesting to see him back on stage. Would the crowd cheer for him?

No..I think years of rotting in that jail have ruined his 500lb bench press