#bicipiti

[kommunic8]

Da persona a cui piace chiacchierare con tutti e tutte a volte non mi rendo conto immediatamente che le mie pomande potrebbero venir fraintese. TRASCRIZIONE [Eng translation below] Oddio! Oggi credo di aver inavvertitamente fatto delle avances a una persona. Vi racconto cosa è successo. Sono andata nell'ufficio dove si va quando la patente scade e ti fanno tutte le pratiche, compresa la visita medica. Allora, sono entrata in questo posto molto piccolo, un mini ufficio con una scrivania. Dietro la scrivania c'era un ragazzo abbastanza giovane che era seduto. Essendo io in piedi dietro il banco, lo vedevo un po' dall'alto in basso e notavo che le sue braccia e il torso erano incredibilmente muscolosi, al punto che i muscoli spingevano la maglia. Non era vestito in modo particolarmente elegante, indossava una maglietta un po' sfrangiata. Sembrava una persona tranquilla. Ora, chi mi conosce sa che sono curiosa e mi piace parlare, specialmente con gli sconosciuti. A volte sono anche un po' impertinente e faccio domande che forse dovrei evitare. Quindi, senza pensarci, mentre lui compilava i documenti per la visita medica che avrei fatto nel pomeriggio per il rinnovo della patente, ho chiesto: "Ma quante volte alla settimana fai allenamento?" E così abbiamo iniziato a chiacchierare. Ripeto, questo ragazzo era molto, molto, molto muscoloso. Una volta che ho fatto la domanda e ci hanno fatto la foto (mi hanno fatto anche la fotografia), sono andata via. Mentre tornavo a casa, ho ripensato a quell'interazione. Siccome il ragazzo era notevolmente più giovane di me, ho pensato: "Oddio, ma non avrà pensato che stavo facendo dei complimenti sui suoi muscoli perché volevo fare delle avances?" Ma in realtà, niente affatto, non mi interessa minimamente. Spero che non abbia avuto quel tipo di pensieri. Vedrò come si comporta questo pomeriggio durante la visita medica. Anche se dubito fortemente che sia una persona che ascolta le mie scialbe monologhi di tre minuti. In ogni caso, non avevo assolutamente intenzione di fare alcun tipo di avance. Per carità, con il caldo che fa, fare avances non è proprio nei miei pensieri. Dovrò fare un po' più di... ora che comincio ad avere una certa età, dovrò fare un po più di attenzione alle cose che dico ai ragazzi più giovani, che potrebbero essere mio figlio, tra l'altro. Quindi niente avances, niente avances, solo le pratiche per la patente. TRANSLATION Oh no! Today, I think I accidentally made advances towards someone.Let me tell you what happened. I went to the office where you go when your driver's license expires, and they handle all the paperwork for you, including the medical examination. So, I entered this very small place, a tiny office where there was a kind of desk, and behind the desk, there was a fairly young guy sitting there.He was sitting lower than me because I was standing behind the counter, so I saw him from a slightly higher angle, and I noticed that his arms and torso were incredibly muscular. But you know, the kind of muscular where the biceps stretch the shirt, an exaggerated kind. He wasn't dressed particularly fancy, just a slightly frayed t-shirt. So, he seemed like a pretty laid-back person, and well... those who know me know that I'm a nosy person and I like to talk, especially to strangers, and sometimes I can be a bit impertinent and ask questions that I probably should keep to myself. So, without thinking, while he was filling out the documents for the medical examination that I'll have this afternoon for the license renewal, I asked him, "How often do you work out during the week?" And we started chatting. Again, I want to emphasize that this guy was very, very, very muscular. Now, once I asked the question and had my picture taken, they also took my photo, and then I left. While I was heading home, I thought about the exchange that took place. Since this guy was considerably younger than me, I thought, "Oh no, did he think I was complimenting his muscles because I was interested in him?" That's not even remotely true, and I really don't care. I hope not, I don't know, I'll see how he behaves this afternoon when I go for the medical examination. But if the guy were listening, I doubt it, strongly doubt it, strongly doubt it he is someone who listens to my rough three-minute monologues, in any case, my intention was not to make any kind of advances. Oh dear... with the heat these days, and then making advances, it's not even a thought that crosses my mind. So, no advances, no advances, just the paperwork for the driver's license.

[alexardenti]

Catching up with one of the greatest Mr. Olympia winners ever @jaycutler in San Diego at @ihrsa . #ihrsa #jacutler #mrolympia #panattasport #panattapassion #biceps #italianmade #madeinitaly #fitnessequipment #bicipiti #panatta (at San Diego Convention Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqEbij5P6-f/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pariedispari]

[sentilenti]

sopravvissuta a Bologna centrale

dovrei metterlo nel curriculum

[mirmidones]

mengoni in his gay cowboy era

[givemeanorigami]

Madonna che fatica convivere con lo spazio e la forma che occupa il mio corpo quando tutto mi è perennemente piccolo o grande.

E anche oggi ci sentiamo meno sbagliate domani.

[emagrecercomsaude7]

Bigger biceps in 4 weeks without equipment

[poetandwolf]

[tparker48]

A football game would be underway in the field of jesper university, the marching band playing for the beginning of the playoffs. Near the left of the field, players grouped together as they journey through the cemented hallway to the locker rooms further down the way. They scattettered to their own corners of the room, changing from the regular to their cleats and gear as they prepared for the game ahead.

As the refs moved through the room, one of them stopped as they looked to the others, hiding behind a corner.

"Alright, Phase one completed" Tylind whispered, taking off his Disguise as he tossed them to closet.

He peeked over the corner of the wall to the players inside, the linebackers moving past past as they moved through the pathways. the players were bulky this season, by the way their buttocks hugging from their shorts he could only imagine how tight they were. He moved between a small gap near the office, hiding in the shadows as he eyed the men through the double windows.

He grabbed a vile he snagged from the nerds in labbing hall, a transformation serum they've been working on. Be a lab rat for them a few times and you seem to be beneficial for favors. That and being a diary for their scientific rants. He twisting the cork clogging the opening, downing it as it syrupy liquid flowed down his throat. It tasted like Niquil, but flowed fast enough before the aftertaste kicked in.

When the familiar vibration spread around his body, he clenched his body and changed forms.

He turned hself into a slim line feather, rocking himself into the gust from the passing football players as it carried him over the lockers. He rose to the top of the gust, now able to see a bird's eye view of the entire locker room. bare quarterbacks joked amongst themselves in a center passage in the middle, while the others roughhoused with their towels near bathrooms in the left hand corner.

There were so many to choose from his eyes could see, from the shortest player on the team to one that were built like barrels. He nearly lost his flight pattern at the thought of wiggling between one of their asses. But only one question remained now, which one was he going to choose?

He scaled for potential candidates, his eyes darting to a player sitting near the water fountain. Their build was huskierthan the others, their number sign stretching of their chest as if they were taffy. Perhaps that one could be a good. He eyed them for a little while, watching them shift as they scratched at their jersey. Each scratch sent a streak through the black fabric, skin filling its space as muscle jiggled beneath.

No, he thought to himself, he was willing to endure anything to get close to that body, but he wouldn't risk becoming the next fashion tear just for a quick sniff.

He looked to the other players, eying their muscular physique and how they wear their clothed. Nearly all of them had such poor conditioning, their pants tainted with after practice stain while other had patches seeping from them. At the rate it was looking, he'd find the perfect ass before the players left for the game. He hastened his search, floating over lockers like a saucer as he searched for the perfect candidate.

Flying near the entrance to the shower, He spotted one changing in front of single locker. Their pants already dropped down as they surrounded his ankles.

His eyes lit up, eying the football player. "And who is this?" He looked to their jersey, his name placed in bold over their number. Reagan.

He never seen him around the rest of the team. Must be one of the runner ups for this season, he thought to himself. The mere size of him was a sight to behold, their tanned bicips squeezed at the other arm, their thighs pulsing with flexing muscle. And the ass, god the ass, it was light a set of bubbles wrapped behind him. Like a wobbly beachball as they stepped in place. Amongst his starry eyed gaze, he decision was decided.

This one, he was to ride with this one.

He lowered himself to the ground, flapping his tips to keep the keep afloat just enough to get him close. He landed along the thong between the Reagan's legs, as thin as a strip of tape as it laid amongst the padded pile. he fused himself with the undergarments, gazing above at the towering player.

Reagan's physique was even better up close, his thighs the main attraction as they pulsed and squished together in place. Tylin's lips smacked with anticipation, looking to the tendered glutes that stacked ontop of the mountainous thighs. He wondered how soft they'd be when he was in between them. Their smooth ends rubbing into him like the underwear he was. He could hardly wait.

His mind turned silent when Reagan started to bend, his hands gripping at the waistband of the thong as they climbed up the legs length. The trip was a hastened one, the thighs filling the thin holes the closer he got to his waist. Before Tylin knew, the giant ass was right ontop of him, assimilating the lining of his face into the bubbled crack with a swift tug.

The muscles were as warm as hot biscuits, blubbery walls rolling beneath him wile the mounds dimmed the little light from the surface of the crack. The strap cushioned against the crinkled star with a firm but gentle pinch from its folds. The space felt so humid, huskier compared to the outside. He flossed himself against the tender ring, its scent mixing with his back to the rest of the thong.

Reagan's moans echoed from the outside, his high pitched hum vibrating through the walls as if it were made of water. Peristaltic groans followed behind it, growing louder as the ring behind him nipped at the thong. A ghastly fart seeped from the wrinkled folds, the muscular walls gulping the air in pockets of flesh as they rolled through the glutes. They traveled out from the ass in muffled bursts, the space around starting to jiggle as Reagan let out a sharp huff.

"Damn that felt good." He hears him say, the flesh compacting together as the sound of tight pants slid along the surface of the ass. Even from here, he could picture its globed surface, muscle rolling over the other as the silked fabric succumbed to its force.

A whistle blew from outside, Reagan's thighs starting to move as cleats tapped at the floor. Their heavy thumps boomed like a heartbeat, the player traversing through the lockers like a colossal titan as he made his way to the outside. Grumbles echoed behind Tylin, another dose of the ass' warm gas meeting him as carbon radiated the bubbled space.

Even without his nose, he wiggled to catch its ripe scent to marinate it into the fabric. But it seemed to only fan it away as they escaped past giant low hangers. Damn, he thought to himself, feeling the heated air turn warm before another burst came through. It reeked of dairy products, spoiled by his intestines as sulfur carried in its wind. It tickled his face like a nose hair, teasing him to sniff at the foul air.

With the walls compacting, it urged the feeling more as sweat from the tender skin soaked into his very being. But the swift Whistles in the distance brought him out his gaze.

players called out plays as trampled grass lingered around, Reagan chatting to them for strategies to use on the field. The thighs grinded like gears into his face, smothering in the mixture of fresh cut grass and musk as it lathered into the thong. A regular pair would crumple at such mere pressure, but tylin was too determined to let that happen. Too horny to let it pass him.

Hours passed since the game started, the sound of cleats and shouts echoing through the flesh. The space became more damp than when he first came inside, every wiggle sending a press at his back as sweat soaked into him. He could taste the sour salt seep onto his flat face, the earthy scent from beyond the ring's surface as a green stain formed along his lip.

He was in complete heaven, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he basked in its stench. The walls acted like a dome, a private spa for only him to enjoyed. He relished at the thought, taking his new activity to bask in the ass he took in. But the more he sniffed, the more his decision altered.

This player's ass was too good to pass up, too good to let go. By the time the game had ended, Tylin finally had his answer. He was staying like this, forever to enjoy the player's farts and squishes.

The walls squeezed as the sound of cleats clicked at the floor, buckless unsnapping before the space decompressed to their jiggling selves. A Finger eased itself between the mounds, grabbing a portion of muscle as they soaked into the sweat covered walls. They pulled the ass apart like a curtain, revealing the outside where a mirror face him. He squinted to keep his presence hidden, Reagan's gaze looking through the reflection.

"Damn, I really messe these thing up.." He said, easing another blast of gas as he sandwiched his glutes together. "I'll give them a wash later."

He fondled the thin thong, poking at the center as it pushed into his rear end. Tylin grunted silently, the finger guiding him to the funnel of his asshole. The tender flesh gummed at his back, folding him over the finger as its tip scratched at the soft corners of the rectal walls. The soft squelches were exquisite, intimate as the ass kissed the entirety of his face. The finger dug more, a fart bubble phasing through him as the ring raced to take the empty space for its own. Tylin's vision was dark, but he didn't care about that, his mind locked on the feeling of being used. Of being the player's underwear.

When the scratches ended, the ring pulled the finger out from its embrace, leaving his face wedged between its clammed folds. The muffled clap that followed signaled that the deed was done, the sound of pants pulling up sealing his decision. Forevermore, he was going to be the football player's underwear. Hauled away by Reagan as he ventured out into the field. For others in his position it be a nightmare, but to Tylin, it was anything but.

It was a dream come true, and it was a dream he was going to cherish to its fullest.

[ilragazzocongliocchicelesti]

allenate il cervello non i bicipiti…

[adachiarasblog1]

Ho bisogno di vedere dei bicipiti

[g0r3b4b1]

sn una puttana x bicipiti e mani maschili….

[formulapookie]

Diggianinicore

TI PREGO😭

loro anche con le braccia tipo si palpano i bicipiti

vanno avanti per mezz’ora finché non trombano

[nociaograzie]

In ogni palestra c’è sempre il pelato di turno over 40 che vedi ogni volta che vai lì, che dispensa consigli solo a donne, è solitamente tarchiato coi bicipiti in evidenza e canottiera e spesso friendzonato, quasi sempre si chiama Pippo o Antonio, per gli amici Tony

[arcticsloths]

ieri sera a ballare ho limonato con un tipo (sì, come se avessi 16 anni) fondamentalmente solo perché mi parlava in napoletano e aveva dei bicipiti grandissimi (sono una ragazza con poche pretese) poi ho scoperto essere militare e futuro poliziotto e ho avuto un po' paura riguardo le sue preferenze politiche ma vabe non me ne pento

[skibididoctor]

Comunque N mi fa cacare in mano ogni giorno di più

Sveglia presto, si va in montagna. Mi sorride quando ci vediamo fuori casa mia, salgo in auto, ferma l'auto alla base della montagna e in un silenzio da "mi ha rapito quest'uomo" iniziamo a salire. A metà strada inizio a chiacchierare ( magari non mi uccide) e mi parla di come la vita sia dolore e queste piccole cose glielo ricordano, ma sorride nel farlo. Arriviamo al punto prestabilito e prende un sassolino e lascia che rotoli giù. Mi fa "a volte immagino che quello sia io e una volta fatto, sono sereno perchè ai morti non resta che marcire, senza alcun altra preoccupazione"

Ovviamente io col cazzo che mi sporgevo. Tornati giù mi ha offerto la colazione e abbiamo parlato quasi normalmente. Lavora in banca, si sta allenando e mi ha mostrato addominali e bicipiti sotto la felpa. Sempre più convinto che forse ci sta provando o forse è solo così estroverso perchè a differenza mia lui è un napoletano stereotipato che parla e ride. Mi ha portato in un tea shop dove prendi tazze di tè e dolci/torte fatte a mano ( 12 euro un tè e un dolcino ma dio cane) però ha pagato lui quindi stica. Gli ho detto che prossima volta offro io e dice che sarà un kebab quindi bene si risparmia

È interessante come tipo lo ammetto e non ci vedo neanche secondi fini, se riesco a farmi parlare della guerra da lui ci posso fare la tesi ma non penso si aprirà mai. Penso abbia una maschera fusa in viso, di quelle perenni che tanto piaceva mettere ai reduci negli anni 50. In un epoca dove la decostruzione dei traumi era un lusso o una sciocchezza per molti. È falso con se stesso e probabilmente neanche se ne accorge per la maggior parte del tempo però ogni tanto lo vedo che vaga con gli occhi nel vuoto

Che trip di persona, forse diventiamo amici, però niente illusioni che l'ultima volta mi son beccato le corna e l'ultimo amico ha preferito la play a me quindi calmo calmino cuore da bambino