I dug this up last night. . .some frustrations I encountered several years ago on a "real" androgen/steroid stack. I thought some of you might find it interesting...
.....With the exception of a brief stint on Sustanon 250 and Anadrol back in the early ‘80s, the rest of the gear I've ever used has been of the non-androgen variety- Deca, Primobolin, trenbolone, EQ, etc. I never had a good experience with testosterone. Turns out it wasn't the test. It was me-- I didn't know enough about its usage to do it right. That is, until now, a couple of months into my 42nd year.
Well, by today's standards, this might be the lower end of "hard-core," but it's hard-core all the same- 1,000 milligrams of test a week combined with up to 600 milligrams of an anabolic steroid for eight weeks. After eight weeks, switch to another similar combo using a slightly different androgen and anabolic steroid. After eight weeks, change it again. Then, after that third eight weeks is up, go off and follow a normal course of PCT. Followers of Dave Palumbo know this is a rotation he endorses.
I just started on the second eight-week phase of the cycle with 1,000 milligrams of testosterone Cypionate and 600 milligrams Deca each week after having just finished 1,000 milligrams of Sustanon and 300 milligrams of Trenbolone a week for the first eight weeks. My training has never been better since the new Gold's Gym just opened down here (Mexico) and the owner became my training partner. I've also been following my usual low carb diet and I'm doing cardio every day. I'm honestly being as strict as hell with the whole thing because I do not want to get fat.
I started 10 weeks ago at 200 pounds with about eight percent body fat. I just got off the scale a couple of hours ago at 218.7 (sorry, it's digital) and got clipped at six percent. In ten weeks I gained almost 19 pounds and lost two percent fat. And I've got 14 weeks to go! This transformation, in and of itself, is not at all remarkable. I'm by no means patting myself on the back. Similar gains are in the bag for anyone who follows such a plan. The shit works. No doubt about it. The only doubt I have is whether or not I'm going to be able to stand this constant conversation my dick is having with me for the next 14 weeks.
Don't get me wrong. I love the newfound power in the gym and the ability to come back day after day for a brutal workout and hit it again, just as hard, every time; and I like how pumped and sore I feel by the middle of the week. It definitely looks cool too and there's no doubt that looks will get you things. That part of the deal is cool. The problem I'm having is wrestling the constant desire to surround myself with hot naked women.
Sex on the Brain
When these symptoms first popped up at around week five, a friend of mine in the gym- three years older than me- asked me what I was on and wanted to go on a similar cycle. I told him what to take and he reported back to me that he was taking it. I just found out he was lying to me; he was "only" taking 500 milligrams of Sustanon and 200 milligrams of Deca. He's doing half of what he's supposed to do! Fucker. He didn't seem to miss much, though. He's five weeks into it and is definitely starting to blow up. So, the other day I said, "Hey bro, the shit looks like it's working."
"Yeah," he said. "I gained almost six kilos." That's 13 pounds and change for the non-metric.
"Have you noticed anything in the way of side effects?" I asked.
He pointed to his shoulder and said, "Just these few little zits."
These were zits I would have been proud to have on my forehead when I was 16. They were just a few barely visible little red bumps. Most of those were in-grown hairs from shaving his arms. But, that wasn't what I meant. "How about your sex drive?"
"Oh, my god," he said. "You don't know... it's like being 15 again... I get a raging boner every five minutes... I got sex on the brain constantly... on top of fucking my girl three times a day."
Three times a day?! That's because he's not married to her. He gets all the ass he wants. My wife (Yes, I was married at the time) has been pretty cool about my inflamed desire, but she ain't going three times a day. Even if she did, it wouldn't be enough. Think that's easy to live with? Especially when she's parading around in front of me always in something short and tight? She kills me. They say scrotal coals will drive a man to the end of the universe, but I don't think even Gene Roddenberry could have imagined a place more far away than where satisfaction lies for a guy on over a gram of test every week.
Aware as I am of what's happening to me, I'm also keenly aware of how some of you deal with it. I know several big test junkies who only hang with hard-core bodybuilder chicks. In fact, a non-bodybuilder friend of mine recently commented that he's noticed a lot of the big juiced guys he's met through me are hooked up with big muscle divas. That's because the best thing for a test- sensitive horn dawg is a chick on juice. They are about the only ones who will understand, and more than likely share, your insatiable urges. They might also possess some other, less attractive, signs that the wrong hormone is coursing through their blood. However, in almost all cases it still looks like a pretty good deal. If you're into it, you'll never have to jack-off.
Hookers and Tomatoes
I know a guy who regularly cycles big doses of test who keeps a tomato in an apartment in town. When his wife won't give it up, he visits the tomato. Sometimes, it's the other way around. This option doesn't come cheap, though. I don't know many guys who can afford such a luxury. My friend says, "There is no end to this chick. Every day she 'needs.' She needs the jeans and then she needs the shoes, or she needs more girly shit in high-priced bottles with names I can't pronounce. It's always something. This chick costs me a grand a day."
"Ay, Papi!" I said, jokingly, but not really surprised. "You know, hookers are way cheaper."
He clicked on his computer and said, "Yeah, look over here." I got up and leaned on the edge of his desk to get the proper angle. On the screen were about six pictures of this insanely beautiful babe. He said, "No way you going to buy that for less than a grand a day, bro."
While I never quite had such an item on my wish list, this chick looked worth every cent. It looked like it would cost a thousand bucks just to dream about her. I couldn't imagine knowing that in the midst of a hell-torn house with two kids and a list of honey-do's from a wife wearing one of your tee-shirts, with her hair in a bun and this mask thing smeared on her face, that there is this waiting for you. Even on no extra test, that would be a sweet deal if you had the bucks to set it up and keep it quiet. It's just not my thing.
So what are the options? There really is not much, unless you're hooked up with a jacked-up bodybuilder chick or otherwise insatiable nympho, or have the capital to invest in hookers and tomatoes. You have just two options left. With Zen-like acuity you could will these hard-ons flaccid and purge your mind of carnal thoughts. It might take a trip or two to Tibet, but it could be done. Your second option is the method you perfected during your teens. Whacking off! That's right, crush that motherfucker. Greg Valentino rambled more than once about yanking his pole five times a day on test. I'm telling you, it gets that bad. Whether or not you succumb to the urge as much (or as little) as espoused by my esteemed colleague, one way or another, pull is going to come to yank, and then you just gotta get that shit out. If you find yourself with a woody watching some chick pump gas, then you know what I mean.
Now, mind you, there is no need, medically speaking, to purge your wedding tackle every few hours. I don't think there's a practicing steroid guru who has not gotten the question about whether or not it's beneficial to make sure one cums at least three times a day (they mean whack-off) to keep his nuts working, keep them from shrinking, or otherwise impede his existence while on test. The answer has always been the same. No. There is no connection to ejaculation frequency and the size of your balls or their ability to do their job. For that, you need luteinizing hormone to be released and that's not going to happen on a gram or more of test a week. Sorry, but the negative feedback loop is unaffected by the number of times you nut. Most chicks somehow already know that, so don't try for the empathy fuck either. It rarely works, unless your chick is really dumb.
You're beating off because it's the only thing left. It's what it is- that's one of the things test can do to you and one of those pesky side effects you might have to accept along with all the other shit. It hits some guys harder than others, but anyone on a heavy test cycle feels it. There have been a few times when this elevated sexual aggression has come in handy, but for the large majority of the time, it's the other way around....
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