muscled men

Footy Club Ladies Night At 27, I’d found my place on the local footy team, the Riverbank Rovers, a rough-and-tumble crew of blokes who played hard and partied harder. I’d joined mid-season, my 6’2” frame, muscled from years of lifting and covered in tattoos—snaking dragons and Celtic knots...

A Day at the Pool The sun was blazing like a disco ball in the sky, and the community pool was packed with kids cannonballing and old folks doing their best not to slip on the slick tiles. I was 19, home from college for the summer, and my Uncle Tony—big, thicc, muscled, and hairy as a bear in a...

The summer sun scorched the backyard, turning the pool into a glistening escape from the heat. My brother had dragged his mate Liam over for a barbecue, and the day was a chaotic blur of laughter, sizzling meat, and water splashing everywhere. I’d been stuck manning the grill, dodging water...