OfficeWeight

It started as most office holiday parties begin: people mulling about in pairs as if using the buddy system, awkward hellos, happy holidays to people you don’t know, and frequent sips from a glass you hope holds the key to an awesome party. Monica was walking around with her fellow cubemate when they noticed a hot guy they had never seen before. He had brown hair and a shaggy, messy haircut that he constantly tended to, shaking it back away from his blue eyes. He looked utterly sweet and adorable. “Who the fuck is that?”, she said to her cubemate. “I think I’ve seen him in the lobby before”, her cubemate responded. After a few more sips (alright, gulps) from her glass, Monica got up the nerve to go over to him. After all, if they had nothing else to talk about, they could always talk about work. His name was Chris and the two of them hit it off right away. Besides the amazing conversation, he looked like he would be a pretty good piece of manweight. And so it goes, the office party wrapped up around 8:30 pm, a short three hours during which Monica got totally obliterated. Off the new buddies went to an after party at one of their co-workers houses. Upon arrival at the party, Monica went into the back bedroom to take off her coat. Chris came up behind her and tugged on her scarf just enough to make it slip off her neck and drop in a bundle near her feet. “Sorry I was just trying to help you”, Chris said as he knelt down to pick it up. As he stood back up Monica leaned in and they shared an intimate kiss. Chris pulled her in closer. He was so soft…no wait…It wasn’t him but his chest! Monica’s hands curiously felt around his chest. Chris had tits! Not man boobs…Boob boobs. Turns out Chris was actually Christina!!! So much for manweight….I guess it goes to show, you never know what kind of weight you’re going to get at the end of the night.

BrothelWeight

There are certain really good places to meet hot manweight… once such place is at the ski slopes. The sport of snowboarding, much like surfing, is known for its good looking sportsmanweight. After a long, extremely exhausting day, Molly decided to get a drink at this cool bar she’d heard about. It was an old brothel in the ski town that had been transformed into a local popular bar. Rumor had it that the madams that used to operate out of that brothel still haunted the women’s bathroom.

Molly wasn’t totally made up and definitely had a hairdo that screamed hat head, but she still looked hot in her hoody and very sexy sweats. After her first brewski (she didn’t usually drink beer but it completed her cool chick look) she spotted an incredibly hot Aussie snowboarder. He had longish hair tucked behind his ears and his small sweater clung just close enough to his hot pecks to turn her head and turn her on! When she got up the nerve and moved down the bar closer to him, she realized just how rugged and sexy he was with his scruffy face and wind burned cheeks. She was mesmerized by his manweight. But of course she was…that much man in front of a girl a couple beers in without ANY solid weight for nearly 9 months. Molly finished her beer and leaned in over to say the boldest thing she’d ever said and had always wanted to say to a guy, “follow me to the bathroom.”

They “did the dirty in the women’s bathroom”. And as she grabbed his manweight, broad shoulders, firm ass (and women using the stall next to them), those madams from years ago definitely cheered them on!

PreWeight

Caroline and her friend were traveling around the south of France when they happened upon a pretty hot piece of manweight. He was an American surfer dude with a laid back attitude and a hot body. The sight of him made Caroline want to lie on her back. They became a traveling threesome, going everywhere together for the next week. Although they were a group of three, the manweight was making it very clear to Caroline he’d rather it just be the two of them. He passed her notes when they were on the train saying how beautiful she was, which although was very sweet, made Caroline begin to think he was more desperate than anything else. On the last night, the threesome got a few bottles of wine and hung out all together drinking in their hotel room. Caroline’s friend passed out early and the now twosome found themselves wine drunk and wine horny. Caroline gave in to his sweetness and they began to hook up. After a couple minutes of making out, the hot surfer flipped Caroline into a 69 position. Totally not into it, she flipped her manweight back around. All of a sudden he stopped. What the hell was going on, Caroline wondered. She was a little confused until she felt a gooey, little, wet spot on the bed…he had already cum! Guess that week of anticipation really got him worked up!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

We’d like to wish you all a merry manweight this ho-liday season. We are out and about at company holiday parties and well, really any old party, collecting more manweight stories and spotting potential ManWeights of the Week.

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41% of voters say that BroWeight is a MiddleWeight

Qusaye aka BroWeight

Profession: Financial Analyst
Interests: Fast cars, fast women, wildlife, and renewable energy sources
Favorite Bars: Snitch, Black Bear, King's Head
Favorite Restaurants: Amici II, Il Corallo
Where do you meet women: Staten Island
Favorite place you've ever been: Ayia Napa, Cyprus
Favorite Drink: Heineken and Jager Bombs
Favorite Music: Chevelle, Motorcycle, Benny Benassi

TanWeight

It was the dead of winter and totally freezing, but Tara wanted to look as tan as possible for her sorority formal that night. Plus, her skin was basically her outfit for the party…She wasn’t really planning on wearing anything but duck tape over her extraordinarily small nipples. Tara didn’t believe in fake baking, but why not get her spray tan on? It looked great…just as she had hoped! So she slapped the duck tape over her nipples and headed off to the party for a good ol’ time. She even found a pretty hot manweight between all the drinks, dancing and socializing. She ended up bringing him back to her room where he preceded to rip off her…well, tape, and started licking, sucking and doing whatever they do. When Tara awoke in the morning, she stood in front of the mirror. She had not heeded the advice of the tanning salon and had gotten her spray tan wet (yes, saliva does count, she learned). She had white lick marks all over her chest, which starkly contrasted with the rest of her that was still that lovely tropical bronze. (Not to mention the redness left by the duck tape). She shrugged her shoulders (also oddly streaked) and thought about how warm that manweight had been. It had been warmer than any sun that would’ve given her a real tan.

FootWeight

Meredith met this particular manweight in no particularly special way. She was at a bar, Swift, and thought he was cute. She started making eyes at him to get his attention…and it worked! He came over, rescuing her from a total sleezebag who was hitting on her. He was her knight in an oversized football jersey. They talked and then they left and decided to walk and get pizza, they even exchanged numbers. He was so nice…but was he too nice? When he called the next day (an unexpectedly nice move since the usual wait time for a manweight to call is between 3-7 days), Meredith was pleasantly surprised and thought, what’s so wrong with him, why is he being so nice? The least she could do was give his manweight a try. So they had a lovely dinner at a delicious Mexican restaurant, Rosa Mexicana and went back to his place to watch a dvd. It was an oddly civilized date for Meredith. She was pretty happy and was even happier when they started to make out on his couch. He took off her shirt and slid her pants down. He then carefully removed each sock. He touched her feet, looked at them, and said, “I hope you don’t mind, I have a thing for feet.” Meredith had never run into a manweight with a foot fetish before and a girl who was willing to try anything once, she allowed him to proceed to kiss and suck her toes. It felt weird and kinda cool, but she was just so intrigued by how much FootWeight, as we’ll call him, was into it. Not 3 minutes later, he started moaning. Then he stopped. He had just cum! It was too strange for Meredith. She wanted weight not a wet foot massage. But for any of you ladies who enjoy a good sucking, FootWeight would be your man!

ElevatorWeight

Ella was abroad in Portugal and being that she was a very cute girl, it didn’t take long for her to find her a very cute piece of Italian manweight (she always had a thing for the Italian men). He was 6 feet of pure Italian, grade A sexy, complete with beautiful, soft, olive skin and deep brown hair with a gentle curl to it. He didn’t speak any English, but when you are fluent in hot guy (the language of manweight) the English was the last thing on Ella’s mind. For the basic communicating, like where they should have a drink, get drunk, dance and make out, they relied on broken Portuguese. After a lot of drinking and making out (and of course very little speaking), they made their way back to Ella’s home-stay apartment. It was 5 am and asking this manweight to come in was out of the question. It wouldn’t really be, oh, appropriate since she lived with a Portuguese couple in their 60s and it was made very clear that “guests” aka manweight, was not permitted. Where else could they go…but the elevator! Eurika! A small place, totally private, if there are no other passengers. Besides that, who would really be going or coming (fine, cumming maybe) at this hour? So in the elevator Ella and her manweight went! And did they go at it! Ella finally realized the function of that handrail that lines the backs of some elevators: It’s to prop your leg up on when attempting to have crazy monkey sex in an elevator. (Cue unexpected elevator stop). As the door slowly opened like a Times Square peep show, it revealed Ella and her ElevatorWeight, as he would forever be remembered, in their crazy, monkey position, which included her rather small hand on his rather large dick. Unfortunately the poor, old senora (and her neighbor) didn’t pump in any quarters for this pervy show. She stood there in total shock. The two monkeys erupted into laughter until the doors closed again. They decided to keep riding the elevator until he finished. (Yeah, he finished all over her black pants, which went unnoticed for 3 days until she was wearing the pants again. Sick). As long as there’s a weight, there’s a way!

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47% of voters say that UnavailableWeight is a HeavyWeight.

Nick aka UnavailableWeight

Location: New York
Hometown: New York
Occupation: executive legal recruiter
Favorite Bars: XR Bar, Bar 13 and Sin Sin
Favorite Restaurant: Jean Claude and Bar Pitti
UnavailableWeight's exclusive interview and his advice to women looking for a little bit of ManWeight. Let us know what you think.

BreakWeight

After a wild college party at the football teams house, Alexis was having her own tackle session in the sack. She’d found herself a solid slab of manweight at the party and brought him back to her place. He was tall, muscular, cute and, not that it mattered, pretty smart. A fine piece of weight. It wasn’t long until Alexis and BreakWeight were in a private huddle in the top bunk of her dorm room. She was really into it…all the rolling around, slamming themselves back and forth against the wall and the rail alongside of the bed. The weight was amazing but apparently very heavy and before they new what was happening the bed collapsed beneath them and they were now in the bottom bunk. The bed had completely given out beneath the weight of the weight!!! (Thank goodness Alexis’ roommate had been sexiled or she could have been killed!) Now that’s one extreme heavyweight!

LeanWeight

Like many romances these days, Rachel and the manweight we’ll call LeanWeight began their courtship online, via email and IM. She was skeptical about actually meeting up with LeanWeight. Even though he was sweet as can be and they had, according to Gmail, over 85 emails in two weeks, his Wall Street appearance wasn’t usually the look Rachel went for. He was a nice Jewish guy, with a tall and lean figure. Despite her shallow reservations, something told her to meet him for a couple drinks. He was much cuter in person. She was attracted to him…well, except for his “I’m kinda of a big deal” t-shirt. After a few get-to-know-you and see-if-you’re-not-a-psycho drinks, LeanWeight suggested staying and eating some dinner to which Rachel replied, “I don’t do dinner on the first date.” She was eventually persuaded and they ordered some delicious bar food (quesadillas, chicken fingers and wings). All this eating was a sure sign Rachel was feeling totally comfortable. With their bellies full and a full on buzz, LeanWeight walked her home. Because LeanWeight had been such a gentleman all night, Rachel was not expecting him to try more than a peck on the cheek. But when LeanWeight leaned in for a kiss, he leaned in hard. They began passionately making out against the wall of Rachel’s apartment building. He was leaning into her so hard she could officially label him good weight. After a ten minute make out session he asked if she was sure she didn’t want him to come upstairs. Rachel declined the very tempting suggestion of more manweight, even though all she could think about was his weight (oh and his manmeat) after the hottest kiss she’d ever had. LeanWeight texted her 20 minutes later to say what a great time he’d had and what a wonderful kisser she was. He couldn’t wait to see her again. Rachel made him wait and to this day she is still thoroughly enjoying his manweight all the time.

ProWeight

Amanda, a recent college grad, was on her first business trip. To cope with the stress of being a real, live functioning adult with a paycheck rather than allowance, she went to a local bar near the hotel with her team of coworkers. You know, studies have shown a company that drinks together is in fact more productive. So in the spirit of this very scientific, social business theory they proceeded to have many drinks. Unfortunately productivity is not based on how many drinks you have…but Amanda ignored this and was pretty much blacked out before the 10:00pm news came on. But right before she totally lost control, in strolled a hot professional hockey player (we will leave the team name anonymous). It wasn’t too long before the young professional and the professional hockey player, ProWeight, were on their way back to his apartment. It was a hot bachelor pad that matched his whole overall hotness. A true hunk and from what she could tell, good manweight. The apartment overlooked what Amanda thought was all of New York. It was intoxicating and served as a total aphrodisiac (the 6 shots of tequila from earlier also helped). They had a wonderful manweight session in his pimp apartment. And like a true grown up, Amanda woke up the next morning and put on all her professional attire from the night before. Time for her first walk of shame in slacks, a blouse and sensible heals…but hot ProWeight was totally worth it even though she couldn’t quite recall his name!

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36% of voters say that RugbyWeight is a heavyweight.

Location: Cayman Islands
Occupation: Accounting
Hometown: Crowborough, England
Favorite Bars: Aqua Beach, The Wharf, TripleCrown, Hammerheads (Cayman Islands)
Favorite Drink: British Ale
Favorite Spot to meet Women: Work or Travelling
Interests: Rugy, Scuba Diving, Triathalon
Favorite Music: The Killers, Fedder (British Band)
Favorite Place to have sex: on a table or the living room floor...

ExWeight

It’s the moment every girl dreads…running into an ex on a night out with the girls. It’s a night when you aren’t supposed to think about anything but having fun. Having fun was just what Mackenzie was doing when she saw him. ExWeight was looking good. He had on one of those cool t-shirts and a hot blazer that looked like it was made for him. They said their awkward hello and Mackenzie tried to focus on her night with the ladies. But every time she had the opportunity, she’d swing her dancing head in his direction to catch a peek. The good thing was, every time she snuck that peek, he was already peeping her. During their final conversation at the bar, ExWeight and Mackenzie decided to head out together and go back to his place. When she got back to his apartment they began to hook up. ExWeight went to the bathroom. Mackenzie needed the bathroom because it had dawned on her that she was on the final hours of her period and she desperately had to get rid of the tampon if she wanted to have sex. The manweight was so good that she wasn’t going to let the slight possibility of the end of her period stop her from getting what she wanted. She dashed from the bedroom to the kitchen and looked around for the garbage can. Duh…It had to be in the cabinet under the kitchen sink. There wasn’t any garbage can, but there was tampon in Mackenzie’s hand. ExWeight was now calling her from the bedroom where his weight was waiting. She tossed the tampon under the sink and slammed the cabinet! Desperate times call for desperate measures and manweight is no exception.

CockyWeight

Everyone has a good we-met-on-the-internet story these days. Alyssa has a couple…One in particular really stuck in her head. The IM conversation went from “how old are you” and “what school did you go to,” to how huge his cock was. This was a totally logical conversational jump that intrigued Alyssa. He claimed, promised, and swore up and down that it would be the biggest, thickest thing she’d ever seen, and in a good way. Every guy says that and usually when they do they are full of shit. This makes the big cock claim more of a dare. It’s like you need to see if he is lying or not. So Alyssa told him to meet her at her local bar The Town Tavern. She considered it a mission... "Mission Cock Tease". Alyssa had seen or had, if you will, many a big cock and considered herself a good judge of charockature (the character of cock). After a couple of drinks to loosen up, she took CockyWeight back to her laboratory for analysis. He whipped it out… “one huge, giant, slab of flacid meat.” She starred in awe, shock and fright. Even with all her studies and analysis, never had she seen such cockage. They began to hook up and he began to get harder and harder. Alyssa had to evaluate the situation quickly. There was no way she could fit it in her mouth, so she went straight to phase 2; sex. The tip was barely inside of her and “it was the most painful thing” she’d ever experienced. This was not going to happen. He was too cocky. Conclusion: Big isn’t always better or careful what you wish for.

DoubleWeight

Lacey planned to meet a guy she had been seeing (aka sleeping with) for a couple months for dinner. She also planned to meet a new guy she was talking to for drinks later that same night. Weight1 was her weight in the neighborhood, always good to have on reserve. They had a lovely dinner date and as usual, they went back to his place and started fooling around. Fooling around led to fucking around and before Lacey knew it, she was having sex. Drinks with Weight2 were the furthest thing from her mind until he was calling on her cell phone. Lacey quickly finished up, made an excuse why she had to leave and went off to meet Weight2. They talked, drank, and he walked her home. He asked her if he could come upstairs with her and even though she wasn’t really feeling him, something about his pleading puppy eyes turned her on and almost made her feel sorry for him. Lacey and Weight2 had a few more drinks at the edge of her bed in her studio apartment. Not having a couch really moves things to the bedroom quickly as all you need to do is lie back. They began making out and she did just that. The position of being on her back reminded Lacey it wasn’t 4 hours before that she was in the exact same position with Weight1! While her mind wandered so did Weight2’s head…yeah…right in between her legs! Now that’s a DoubleWeight.

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53% of voters say that LegalWeight is a HeavyWeight

Occupation: Law Student/Owner of Drukker clothing
Hometown: Scarsdale
Favorite Bars: House Parties, Hiro, Good World
Favorite Pizza: Ben's on Spring Street
What he wears: Country Club Punk Attire
Favorite Restaurant: Raoul's
Favorite Drink: Greyhound (Vodka and Grapefruit juice)
Favorite spot to meet women: Myspace.com
Favorite Blog: www.overheardinnewyork.com

SurfWeight

Betty was in beddie early one morning, but she wasn’t asleep. Oh no, Betty was getting rocked by one hot Surfer weight. They had been out all night, drinking and carrying on. All the shots of buttery nipples, Washington apples, and Jagermeister had caught up with their shenanigans and eventually led to this early morning weight training session. It wasn’t until around 8:00 am when Betty and her SurfWeight had finally caught the perfect wave. Everything was going amazing. His blond hair was sexily messy from all their rolling around, his chest and arms looked so very buff. He was such excellent weight that Betty would have been just as satisfied having his weight, but this was way better, Betty thought, as she rode his board. They switched back into missionary and she grabbed her headboard as she prepared to ride her final wave of the day…the one that would bring her right to the shore of climax beach. “Betty?” As she heard her name, she saw her father coming into her bedroom. The swell of her final wave of the day quickly disappeared and she yelled, “It’s a boyfriend!!!” Yes, this would help her poor father cope with the fact he’d just seen his only daughter getting railed by big, buff SurfWeight. Thank goodness manweights are like waves. There’s always another one right behind.

ChaunWeight

It all went down at Hannah’s favorite Irish pub in Rome. Picture this: A rugby match with Italy playing Ireland. They had the best seats in the bar. By best I mean right next to a group of hot boys, who were conveniently already drunk. Two tables became one as the two groups joined and seeing one became seeing double. Hannah decided that her “favorite leprechaun in the group was Carl...terrible name, amazing body, adorable accent.” We’ll call him ChaunWeight.

What better drink to drink with the Irish than Irish Car Bombs? And what better drink to get bombed with than Irish Car Bombs? The heavy drinking and heavy petting, eh I mean, dancing, led to heavy making out. At around 2:00 am, the bar was closing but this didn’t mean it was the end of the night for Hannah and hopefully not for ChaunWeight. What a fabulous idea...why not take little ChaunWeight home with her? (Maybe it was partly because he was barely 18). A firm arm tugging got him away from his group of friends. His friends calling after them "wait he doesn't know how to get back" Hannah thought to herself, "who cares about his friends…I'm gonna get some Irish weight."

Given the fact that ChaunWeight had been drinking since approximately 9:00 am, Hannah was ready for the possibility that she could encounter a wicked case of whiskey dick but she quickly learned …“never underestimate the drinking capacities of the Irish.” They did it until the sun came up and then some. The following day, Hannah courteously led him to a piazza to meet his friends because as they’d warned her, ChaunWeight wouldn’t remember the name of his hotel. As the two exchanged awkward conversation, Hannah commented on how drunk he was the night before. His response, while taking a sexy drag from their joint cigarette, and she quotes "Fuck, I still am.”

Mr.Weight

It was an average Saturday night for Zoë. A group of her girlfriends got dressed up, got together and got drunk. Not fall down drunk, but tipsy enough to deal with the hellish crowds at lounges on a weekend night in New York City, where it appears all bridges and tunnels lead. The gaggle of girls were headed to a spot Plumm, where there was a hot DJ and your typical hipster downtown type crowd. After being granted access to the lounge via the red rope outside, Zoë and her friends made their way up the club’s stairs and to one of the party promoters tables. An overpriced bottle of Absolute was chilling on ice for them. One of the promoters, standing omnipotent behind his shield of liquid confidence (otherwise known as that bottle of Absolute) was one quite handsome manweight. They called him Mr. Lounge. You could find him at most of the hotspots, only on the “good nights” at each of course and if you were a girl, showing enough cleavage and gratitude in the form of insincere flattery, you too could have at the bottle. Zoë had both cleavage and sincere gratitude for every sip of her free drink. She and Mr.Weight, as we’ll call him, got along very well and started seeing each other regularly. He was good weight and had a hot body. They totally had chemistry….around 4:00 am. One night when they were hooking up, or rather Zoë was going down on Mr.Weight, all of a sudden something went wrong. “Are you cumming?” Zoë asked Mr.Weight “No…” Zoë looked down at his dick and saw there was a tear in the condom. Not only that, her teeth must have scrapped the exposed surface, and he was bleeding! Mr.Weight jumped up scared shitless of what else Zoë’s mouth was capable of. For the rest of the night, Zoë appreciated his manweight… in the cuddling sense.