From: Bobaroo2@aol.com 

Subject: Some thoughts on muscle strength

Here is something I wrote a few months back to another guy interested in strong 
men.

I bought the latest copy of Flex magazine today and it was inevitable that I 
think about you. Because this issue seemed to drive home to me a point that 
maybe you share with me. And it's that I will never, ever, really know what it's 
like to be superstrong like these bodybuilders are. 

The cover photo is of Dorian Yates, doing shoulder shrugs. In each hand he holds 
a 200 pound dumbbell. In each hand he's holding the equivalent in weight of a 
large, muscular man. And he's flexing his broad, thick shoulders to lift that 
weight up. When I do shrugs I use 40 lbs. Does that mean that Yates is 5 times 
stronger than me? Maybe really 6 or 7 times? What does it feel like to know that 
you can move those huge weights around with just the motion of one muscle group? 
To know that you could overpower a man that most other men would consider a 
giant? What does it feel like to know that yet again you have been selected as 
the most perfectly developed man on the planet? The epitome of physical 
development?

A few pages inside is an ad with a photo in the corner - the guy's name is Dave 
Fisher. The photo shows him bathed in a golden light, a dumbbell in each hand. 
The outer plates have a 10 etched in them - ten plates. I count them - six on 
each side, 12 in all. 120 lbs in each hand. And he stands there calmly, no 
strain evident, just his massive torso packed with muscles. A slight smirk on 
his face. His blue eyes gaze straight ahead, a cocky look on his face. What's 
going through his mind when he looks at the camera? That very few of the people 
looking at this picture will ever be able to do what he does? Is he anticipating 
the pump that his arms will feel as he starts to curl the weights? The feel of 
the blood pounding through the veins on his arms, the swelling of his biceps? 
The hot flushed feeling of muscle working, getting stronger?

Later on, mass muscle Matarazzo does an arm workout. Close ups show enormous 
arms, thick, dense, veins snaking all along the biceps and forearms. Pulling on 
chains connected to stacks of plates. Curling dumbbells of 50 pounds, the peak 
of his biceps knotted up and tight. What does Mike think about when he's 
grinding out set after set? Of how big he is? Of how much bigger he wants to 
get? Of how thousands of guys are looking at his pictures, while they jerk on 
their cocks, dreaming of how strong he is? Pulling on their dicks while they 
think of him flexing his giant guns, putting their raging hard-ons in the crook 
of his straightened out arm, and then feeling the walls of muscle clamp around 
their dicks as Matarazzo flexes and his bicep and forearm muscles harden? Is 
that what he thinks about? The thrill of the worship of thousands who wish that 
they had one quarter of his muscle?

Finally, there is a set of workout photos with Nasser el-Sonbatty and Ian 
Harrison. Not in contest shape, but before they cut down, and looking positively 
swollen with muscle. They lie on the bench press, hefting up the bar that is 
loaded with 450 lbs. Rep after rep is ground out, their pecs swelling against 
their tight tank tops. Sweat trickling down into the cleft between the mountains 
of muscle. Sonbatty spots Harrison while he does incline presses. Sonbatty is 
not at all concerned as Harrison presses 140 lbs up in each hand. Because he 
knows that Harrison can do more, much more. What do they think then? Is Sonbatty 
looking down as Harrison's chest swells and grows, thinking of how much bigger 
he wants to be than that? Does Harrison think of the grown men he can be 
pressing up and down, up and down, completely overpowering them? What is it like 
to know that you are so strong?

What is it like? Can anyone tell me?