One honest cowboy seeks another gay cowboy. For long rides, longer talks in bed, and a quiet ranch at the end of every road.

Hello, I'm Knut. Most people call me "Kaynut" or "Kunt." I was raised on chicken and rice. My life has mostly been about showing my body off on Twitch.tv in front of thousands, even while sleeping. I'm mostly known for having bad English, and I've spent a lifetime watching Mr. Olympia, mostly because I enjoy watching hot, manly physiques at the top level. Fun fact: I've tried to pursue a pro card myself, which I failed miserably at. My body started failing me in my older years, as it usually does with age, which prompted me to move to the land of freedom, where there are low taxes. This means you can earn a living wage and have certain liberties without going bankrupt, like owning a car or watching millions of your hard-earned tax dollars get "invested" into useless bike lanes that nobody uses. When I came to Texas, I quickly started a business with some fellow investors. The great thing about having a gym is that there is always an abundance of hot guys asking for advice while flexing their hot bodies in your face. Back to my earlier point about my body aging — this gave me a whole new purpose in life. Now, instead of spending 8 hours in the gym, I also spend some hours in the lab every day, experimenting with my body, optimizing — some would even call it looksmaxing. Suddenly, broken bones don't take months to heal, my libido, hair growth, and swimmers are back! I'd love to share my formulas with the right cowboy.
By day I work with short chains of amino acids — the small letters the body uses to write its longer instructions. Recovery, sleep, growth, the slow business of getting older without falling apart. It's quiet, patient work, and I love it.
I'm looking for a research partner. Someone to compare notes with at the kitchen table, to keep me honest on protocol nights, and to tell me when I've crossed the line from thorough into obsessive.
“You inject me, I’ll inject you. We’ll keep careful notes, and we’ll review the data over breakfast.”— Knut, in a moment of poor restraint
(For the record: I take my work seriously, my dosing carefully, and my cowboys lovingly. Date me and you'll get my special formula 😉)
Chronic, long half-life. Refuses to be rushed.
Highly bioavailable. No known antagonist.
Dry, mostly Texan; tolerated well at low doses.
5 a.m. peak. Compounds with coffee.
Slow onset. Strong in the right hands.
Below parallel. Always.
I read every one. I answer the good ones. Tell me your name, where you're from, and one thing nobody else knows about you.
My truck bed isn't the only thing that's extended