Mule's Blog: Vignette: A Very Mulish Workout

Originally Posted May 2011

YOUR HERO!

Since I been getting short but killa intense workouts during exams, I decided I would just hit the college gym Saturday after exams were over due to the hot poon there. From my 5 years of higher education (four years of undergrad and one of law sckewl ), I came to realize there is nothing quite like porking college broads.

On late Saturday afternoon, I strolled into the fitness complex wearing my Duke football jersey with "Mule" embroidered on the back over my shorts and wife beater, toothpick in my mouth. Taking off my aviators, I look over to the squat rack, and I don't like what I see. A frat boy. I already know he's not squatting.

I said to myself, muscles flaring as I walk over to the rack. "Frat boy is in mid set, groaning with each curl, 10 lb plates on each side. 65 lbs?!?!? You're curling 65 lbs in the squat rack? Joe Gold would be turning in his grave."

While frat boy is getting his 4th or 5th rep done, I take off the 10 lb plate, and walk over to the other side and do the same. Frat boy: (pissed off) "Hey man, what the fuck was that?"

Me: "This is the squat rack, *NSYNC. You wanna curl, get your chicken chest on one of those Swiss balls and pick up the plastic dumbbells, Sally."

Frat boy: "Who the fuck do you think you are? Are you even a student here?"

Me: (taking off my jersey and resting it on the leg press) "Alright, Timberlake. You had your chance. I tried to be a nice guy and I'm going to tell you one more time. No curling in the squat rack. Now get out of here before we have a problem."

I lift up my wifebeater like to wipe sweat from my face but in reality I'm flexing the shit out of my abs...mah abs tighten into chiseled ridges deep enough to rock climb on ..then i.danced my huge pecs and they moved in waves, like two stingrays gliding over the ocean floor... frat boy stares, then turns into a pussy....I ask him if he likes his brain inside his skull and he runs off like the bitch he is...

Frat boy: "Man, fuck this." (Exit Frat Boy, stage right) I load up the plates with 5-45 lb plates each side and rep it for 15. (I decided to take it easy, didn't get enough sleep last night, celebrating at finals over party.) Some cardio bunnies come over and start to make small talk.)

Cardio bunny 1: "We thought that was really brave-- how you stood up to that guy. He thinks he owns this gym and he always makes rude comments to us! "

Me: (still wearing my aviators - I rarely take them off) "Just doing my job ladies. I'd love to chat, but as you can see, my quads need to be punished.

Mule, the strong arm of
the Law of the Gym

Cardio bunny 2: (biting her lower lip) "Well, if you feel like it when you are done come over to Harrison Hall. Room 418"

Me: (agitated) "Look hunny, I'm a busy man. I'll see what I can do. Get away from me."

Then I squatted. I squatted until my big legs burned and my veins pumped battery acid. I squatted till I threw up in the trash can and my nuts was hanging to the floor. Then I lifted some more cuz =You Gotta Want It= When I finish up my workout, put my football jersy back on and head over to Harrison Hall, Room 418.

CB2: "Glad you could come"

Me: (stripping down) "Yeah well, I need to shower up"

CB2: (Staring at my massive body and horse cock, mouth open) "Can I come with you? Please? Meet us in the third shower from the left in 5 minutes."

Me: (grinning) "Us? If you say so."

(CH2 runs away from her cell and into the hallway. I check her text message)

"OmG HoTTeST GuY eVeR on HaRRiSoN 4Th FLooR BeST aBs eVa aNd HuGe BiCePTs!!!!!"

I head down to the showers, wearing only a towel and my aviators. Girls I passed in the halls stared, but I just bicep flexed or danced my pecs as I went by them. Opening the shower curtain, I found the three cardio bunnies already soaping themselves down.

CB3: "You're late."

Me: "Well Mule is here now girls" (The three cardio bunnies proceed to soap me down, and kiss me all over.)

I'm built like a stud stallion, both fore and aft. and those babes were slapping my hard muscled bubble-butt and rubbing my over hanging pecs and bulging 22'' gunz....they thought had won the muscle lottery and I played it up...flexing my massive muscles and wagging my magnificent naked muscular ass, they squealed as I flexed it, the bubble of each bulge of muscle rising and falling. When all said and done, I blew my load all over one of their tits. I step out of the shower and walk back to room 418 with my juicy anaconda slapping my tree truck quads under the towel I was wearing..... I glanced at the clock. 6:45?!?! I had to meet a date at 8 for dinner, and would have to speed to my apt, get dressed, and drive straight to the restaurant to make it in time.

I grabbed my gym clothes in hand (no time to get dressed) and start jogging down to my jeep. About 20 Harrison Hall hotties followed.

Hottie4: "Mule, where are you going?"

Me: (running to my jeep in only a towel) "Gotta go baby, the Mule is a busy man."

The Harrison crowd, about two dozen strong, continued to chase me to my jeep, screaming and crying. I felt like one of the Beatles. I climb into my jeep and peel away.

Hottie5: (crying) "Mule DONT GO!!!" I decide to give the girls a thrill, and throw my gym clothes out my roof. They scream and come running to the pile. Two girls were having a tug of war with my beater, while I saw another on her knees, sniffing my sweaty tighty whites. I cranked up the stereo. "Mule, you've done it again," I thought to myself, a small smile crossing my face as my jeep sped east .