List of Hottest Hot Muscle Dudes Ever

Hottest Hot Muscle Dudes ever:-

(1) "Patrick", Asian American, UC Berkeley 2002-03
(2) "Jeff", Abercrombie model, West Valley San Jose 2005
(3) European hot muscle dude at the Evans Pool 2009
(4) Mat Wolf / UBC lifeguard, UBC pool Mar 9, 2017
(5) Perfect shirtless muscular sweaty "German-American", Calrose bathroom, 2015?

Hot Muscle Dude list (Dec 17, 2017)

(1) (Dec 17, 2017): Kallang Aquatic Centre, reminds me of Beaudoin; tall, muscular, American athletic face and head, Indiana and Maryland

May 30, 2021

(1) Tanjong Pagar - Duxton/Neil Rd restaurant Dec 1999 / Jan 2000 - super muscular, tall gay Singaporean Chinese guy with a masculine, stand-offish look

San Francisco and Vancouver June 2014

List of hot muscle dudes

(Refer to previous posts, esp. starting from September 23, 2012)

(August 18, 2013: SAFRA Yishun) Tall, muscular bodybuilder (Chinese) who was rather good-looking, as far as I can tell. This is a place where all the guys into gyms congregate. Many are not all that good-looking.

(June 6, 2014: Mohammed Sultan Road) White guy with hot, muscular shoulders and arms and a nice tan in a black tank top coasting down River Valley Road on a bicycle. Who did he resemble? He had the seriousness on his face of Fratmen's Trevor and bore a resemblance to a more chiseled version of Steve Hooper. What was he doing in Singapore? He looked American. Singapore is a magnet for European, North American and Australian professionals, a wealthy, highly developed city offering lucrative careers and a blend of different Asian cultures, all in a rather uncomfortably sweaty and sterile environment. Outside looking in or inside looking out?

(December 27, 2014: Holland Village) Tall, muscular Chinese guy who made me recall Benedict Goh, but I think this dude is better looking, with softer, closer eyes, and softer cheekbones. Now I think he has a Korean-style look, with the hair, and the shape of the face somewhat reminiscent of the guy working at the gym in the Park Hyatt in Seoul.

(Back in 1999/2000: Tanjong Pagar - added December 29, 2014) As I am in the process of thinking about Chinese guys from the past, I recall this guy from a long time ago all of a sudden. It must have been in the year 1999, or shortly after, when I was having dinner at a fancy and dimly lit restaurant in the trendy/gay part of town, with my university friends who were all back on vacation as well. This hugely muscular and tall dude - he looked so muscular it couldn't have seemed normal to anyone - with a handsome face but also what one would call a "dao" look in the local Chinese vernacular, he was really sexy to me at the time. Like others who struck me, he popped up in my mind just now.

(January 16, 2015: Evans Road Sports Center) Guy playing basketball. Great muscular body, solid muscular shoulders and pecs, nice abs, great skin color, fair, white and glowing. Narrow face with a mixed white-Chinese look, perhaps more white than Chinese.

(May 11, 2015: Evans Road Sports Center) Chinese guy playing volleyball. Athletic, muscular, tight body, broad shoulders, nice pecs and abs, tanned skin color. Handsome face, like an athletic version of a Hong Kong TV star.

Thick, dark eyebrows, large eyes, deep gaze, fair skin

Just wanted to mention 2 guys with the stuff I mention in the title of this post. The guy at the Stevens Rd bus stop a few months ago, and the guy who happens to be one of my co-workers.

Another guy that I thought of tonight, the one I saw outside Plaza Singapura in 2009 soon after I came back - tall with broad, square shoulders, muscular but lean, with good-looking thighs.

Hot muscle dudes I saw tonight

Sometimes I don't spot anyone hot on the streets for days, but tonight I saw two (and they were not at the swimming pool). The first was probably a European guy with blond hair waiting outside the Botanic Gardens - he was tall and muscular, I would say. The second guy was a Singaporean guy at Holland Village - he looked like he could have played rugby in Junior College, tall and muscular too (but with an Asian build rather than a European one, if you know what I mean).

Something to take random shots of hot dudes with?

I'm taking the flight from San Francisco to Singapore via Hong Kong, coming back from a business trip. I see a hot dude on the same flight, in business class, apparently traveling with his co-workers. He looks like he could star in a James Bond film, tall, muscular, tanned skin, light brown hair. (Though, when I pass by his seat, I see that he does not exactly have washboard abs like Nick Auger.) A cellphone camera would've come in handy. In the (far) future, a cellphone camera would happen.

Something about buses that happened last year

I have been wanting to post this for some time. I keep thinking I've already done it -- perhaps I've written this down somewhere else?

Late last year (maybe November or December), I took bus no. 75 and then a transfer to work. While waiting for the transfer, I saw five bus no. 105's pass by. This was at the bus stop along Scotts Rd. I think I also saw perhaps three bus no. 7's, two bus no. 174's, 77's, 106's, 123's. I think all this must have started to happen along Holland or Napier Rd, at the Botanic Gardens stop, maybe. It was really funny how this could have happened. It still seems surreal.

Thoughts at the end of 2012

So happy that Obama won the election and for all the wonderful gay marriage triumphs. I hope this is the start of more progress.

So many topics to blog about that remain unblogged.

Thoughts on September 22, 2012

(One) The best-looking men I’ve ever seen: (1) Berkeley, 2003: The Asian-American dude, handsome, tall, muscular, that I followed, wanting to take a picture of, who confronted me; (2) San Jose, 2005: The white A&F model, handsome, tall, muscular, that I unintentionally provoked, out of naiveté and unwitting thoughtlessness; (3) after I came out, at the swimming pool in Bukit Timah, 2010: The white guy, handsome, tall, muscular, who wasn’t great at swimming; (4) the National University of Singapore basketball court, 2010: the shirtless guy playing basketball while I was on my way to practice my tennis against the wall, who was handsome, tall, muscular, but leaner; (5) at Holland Village on September 21, 2012: The guy in pink, with the expressive eyes and, in particular, eyebrows, the handsomest, happiest smile, a beautiful shape of the face, and smooth, fair, skin. The first two were straight, the fourth unknown but probably as well, the third and fifth, uncertain.

(Two) For every one handsome, muscular guy on TV, or who is a model, there are a thousand handsome, muscular guys who are not. For every thousand handsome, muscular guys, there are a million plain-looking ones.

(Three) A while ago, as I was looking for pictures of beautiful places in Europe, I chanced upon a blog called Joel’s Cultural Learnings. A particular line in the post on January 19, 2008, quoting somebody else who said “you will come home a more cultured person, but also a much more militant American”, I did not agree with, though I understood the viewpoint. Perhaps it is a matter of a person’s background, experiences, temperament, and, maybe, acceptance of different behavioral norms, for lack of a better description.

(Four) I remember reading a New York Times article on political news, sometime in 2010 or 2011, whose particular content discussed tax policy. A conservative commenter said that the fairest way to tax was to have, if I recall correctly, the same rate across all incomes, because, he said, whenever he asked liberals if they were for a progressive tax structure, how much more should rich people be taxed, nobody could ever give an answer. I still haven’t found a clever answer to this, but I suppose Barney Frank would be able to find one.

October 7, 2012: Other handsome, tall, muscular guys of mention: (1) at Roland Garros 2007: very fair, short, cropped hair, white with a tinge of mixed features, sophisticated look; (2) Mark Napier, from Purdue; (3) at the Frederick Y: the Clay Comer-lookalike; (4) October 10, 2012: outside the Forum Galleria, the tall, fair guy, who looked handsome and muscular from afar, and who appeared to be white with traces of mixed features, somewhat reminiscent of the guy at Roland Garros 2007, and perhaps even more so of Vancouver; (5) October 28, 2012: I suddenly recalled the swimmer dude on St Croix in February 2009 (or was it in December 2008) at the 50-meter pool, fair, young, college-aged face.

Tennis Aug 31, 2012

Photo from moo's tennis blog

Friday evening, I played tennis. My forehand and backhand were tentative, and I lapsed into my old habit of hitting without enough clearance at tense moments, especially on the backhand, even though I like to hit with topspin most of the time.

I've begun to adopt the following points to be better. Thursday night, I'll go to bed early so that I'll feel refreshed for tennis on Friday. On Sunday, I'll practice serves before the others arrive and focus on groundstrokes thereafter. Nights before bedtime, I'll play "shadow tennis", about 10 to 20 forehand, backhand and service motions. And on Friday, I'll practice my new habits during games.

My new habits are to hit forehands and backhands with enough clearance, making use of spin which I like, and especially to remember to do so at tense moments. Favor cross-court shots for more margin, remembering to hit with enough clearance. Change ball direction only when the pace of the oncoming shot allows (i.e., is slow enough). Remember to keep the body stable when preparing and hitting shots using the legs.

Tennis May 4, 2012

I shall hit all serves, forehands and backhands with much spin.

Tennis, Swimming

This Saturday, I'll practice tennis backhands and forehands against the wall and serves, instead of swim. On Tuesday, I'll do the same thing too, since it's a holiday. I'll swim on Monday.

Thoughts on April 7, 2012

Sometimes, as I am walking from the bus stop back home at night, or from the swimming pool to the bus stop after swimming in the evening, I think of things to write on my blog. Then I make a note on my desk of the things to write.

Today it is a rainy day. I love rainy days here in Singapore, except when I am to play tennis, or if there's thunder and lightning preventing me from swimming. I love cool, rainy days. I really miss cold weather. It is my wish someday to go back to the land of cold weather.

I want to write on my blog today and I'm writing it, but I don't yet want to write about the things I made a note of.

A boy's story, buried like the others before him, half told

I ask myself, what can we do to help? It is perhaps at such moments that we feel helpless.

A sad story of abuse of disabled children in the state system.

May a ray of hope and love shine on all in their darkest hours.

I just don't listen

There was a Hong Kong drama on TV in which one of the characters said that "sexual orientation can change or can be changed" during a discussion of homosexuality in the plot. Guess they can get away with that in these parts of the world.

Thoughts in May 2011

I was thinking about what I said when I first came back to Singapore, 2 years ago now. About how conversations here never seem to be much more than about numbers, money,... is this how it is, is this how Singapore seems.

LGBT in Singapore, their (lack of) rights, the (short) history, the nonsense, is this why I won't stay?

Flashes in my Mind

Sometimes scenes of my life, from long ago, flash vividly in my mind. Childhood times, somewhere in Indiana - many places, images of San Francisco, the bright blue sky, brilliant sun shining on hills curving away on St Croix, lost in a fairy-tale European city, at a street corner in a make-believe town with buildings like those in Frederick, or New York, underneath a beautiful white snow blanket, people in dark green down jackets.

San Francisco, June 10th to 16th, 2010

Crying when I met you

The orange glow of the unfettered Californian sun, from its low perch near the horizon still above the san franciscan rowhouses, basked all the men and women on the streets of San Francisco as I strode up the incline in the Castro, the cold wind that I remember always and well caressing, brushing, whipping us.

He was dressed in a solid black T-shirt and chequered dark reddish-on-white shorts, and was walking brisking down the incline in the cold evening with his small dog as I passed him. He was as tall as Dan and had the same dark eyes and fine features, while his build, haircut and the shape of his fine head resembled that of the young ironman in Frederick. He stopped outside the trendy Mexican grill while his friend, or so I thought, was inside. I walked by him again, on purpose. Did he have the same pensive look as the one Dan sported during that time in Purdue?

Later, as I sat on the streetcar trundling its way up the San Franciscan thoroughfare, the chilling wind blowing in my face, I dreamed myself asking him, telling him, that he resembled a friend of mine, and that I can't get you out of my mind, tell me your name. People, my friend and travel companion, I did not notice as dreamy San Francisco flashed by the windows. I imagined and fantasized his life in San Francisco, and I dreamed my life in San Francisco, and behind those wet eyes, I dreamed.

Tennis reflection III

Played tennis yesterday but wasn't too happy with the quality of my tennis. Here are some of my thoughts in retrospect.

Serve: I actually got to the court a lot early and practiced the serve some. I thought the practice serves were decent, I tried to hit them consistently with some spin and some power. But when I got to the games, they became weaker and erratic. I think perhaps I need to just calm down and hit them like in practice.

Forehand: Somehow I feel that I am rushed for time during games, when during practice rallies I could hit them with more power, spin and accuracy. I think the key is to hit them with a smooth stroke and better timing, so the racquet head speed would be much quicker and less preparation time would be needed.

Backhand: It's getting better, but I must remember to hit with the correct stroke and arc on lower balls, just like Gasquet in the picture.