Shapely Guys

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

There once was a father who loved his son very much. The father had great ambitions for his son that he should settle down one day with the woman of his dreams. The son, the father believed, would then have honour and a family of his own.   

Until one day, a prostitute of comely figure and beautiful appearance showed up near his father’s palace. In secret, the father had commanded her to seduce his son in a test of loyalty to him as father. The son himself had sought not to attract any more attention than necessary, already with a fear of women from the overbearing mother of his. He then, of course, greatly anticipated and fended off all manner of seductions the prostitute used to induce him into her keeping. While it pleased his father enough to let his son stay and have prestige in his palace­­­—the son all the while harboured a loathing of his newfound position as the cautious one.

The son then developed a strategy in order to maintain his place as loyal son but with another means for his own protection waiting in the wings. He knew to exploit his father enough that he should not obey another word of advice that was passed onto him. The son discovered that, in order to be left alone from all the hankering women that caused his anxiety to rise, he needed to become fairly incompatible with most people’s standards of attractiveness and, as revenge, therefore needed to be fat and ugly.    

After a while, the son turned into a glutton. Then a new scheme was developed by his father—in desperate search for answers to those concerns over his unmarried son with his positively foolish appetite for overeating, the son as sloth and his heavy weight. The father called a personal trainer into the palace, a man that was handsome, toned and whose energy was nearly unlimited. The trainer took pity on the son who seemed not ever in need to develop muscle, which hung off his limbs as useless as his mode of being was to those around him. To the trainer, the son’s appearance seemed as one whose energy levels were as rock bottom as they could be, skin that was pale and not used to much sunlight and with a grouchy look of anger to all that he met. In contrast, the personal trainer had his fitness that seemed too astonishing to mention next to the son and his poor physique.

A group of young guys—that are into men that become overweight gluttons—is tested by said material presented to them and therefore all participants become aroused and erect: while some decide to continue with their lustful ways, others see the errors of their ways and leave them behind.

Hello, to friends old and new. I have been active on and off here for many years. I used to go under different usernames before “thiccctwinks” stuck (before I heard of “twunk”), and I am grateful for my fair level of success. Now I may not be the most out there person but this time shall be an exception. I’m a 26-year old man and have had attractions to big guys as far back as I can remember. This site has given me a great deal of pleasure over the years and I seriously hope my blog goes some way in helping other men with their sense of identity. However, I’ve had many informal conversations with men who, from time to time, have not felt at ease here and that struggled with their urges. I, too, have this feeling and, over the course of the years, have developed a respect for them. Lately, I started to practise certain kinds of therapy to help improve myself and have also written something I found useful to that effect. So, if I didn’t get the chance to talk with you, I would like to direct you to the story below for you to understand what all this means from my perspective.

Best of luck- thiccctwinks xx