1 Chapter 1
A rapping on his bedroom door was immediately followed by, “Ernest, darling! Ernest? Why are you still up? Ernest!”
“Shit!” Ernie Boudine muttered under his breath. He had just enough time to slam his laptop shut, trapping Zach Apollo and Bo Duncan inside, pull a sheet over himself, and pretend to be dozing. He and the two muscled bodybuilders had been about to reach their climax when his mother had interrupted.
The door opened. Ernie fought to control his ragged breathing as Mrs. Boudine entered the room. He hoped she didn’t notice the involuntary throbbing of the slightly tented sheet which was hiding his erect cock.
“Don’t you have to be up early for work?” Mrs. Boudine demanded. “Don’t you realize what time it is? What are you doing with that computer in here anyway this late at night?”
“I…um…I have a big project the boss wants to see first thing in the morning,” Ernie lied. “Need to get it done.”
“Well, don’t stay up too late, dear. You know how cranky you can get if you don’t get your proper rest. You’re already falling asleep.” She came over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. “I hope you remembered to brush your teeth! Don’t forget to say your prayers. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mother,” Ernie said with a forced smile.
Why did she insist on treating him like a twelve year old? He was thirty-six for God’s sake!
He waited awhile to be sure she was gone, then opened the laptop again. His two video porn sex partners had vanished, and the computer had shut down. He pulled back the sheet and looked at his deflated prick. It, too, looked like it had shut down for the evening.
“Fuck!” he said, not too loudly, however.
He rebooted the computer and tried to find the video again. Zach and Bo had really gotten him going. They were two of his favorite porn stars. He had seen each of them in separate vids, but this was the first time he’d found one where the two hunky studs had been together. Zach with his smooth rippling muscles and Bo with his mighty hair-covered torso fucking each other’s brains out with their thick monster cocks and huge bull balls swinging in the wind, had nearly driven Ernie out of his mind. That was until mommy dearest had barged in.
Shit! What was the title of that vid? Crap! he thought as he tried in vain to use the website’s search function. He considered watching something else in order to finish up what he’d started. However, after you’ve been to heaven with Zach and Bo, ordinary muscle men just didn’t do it. At least not tonight.Maybe if I go to the browser’s history, he thought.
Just then, Ernie got a bleep from one of the online muscle chat rooms he frequented. He brought the site up. Someone called BigBiceps22 wanted to hook up. He quickly checked out the guy’s profile: six foot six, two-hundred-sixty pounds, fifty-four inch chest, thirty-two inch waist, and twenty-two inch arms. The picture posted along with the stats confirmed the measurements offered. It showed a handsome man in his twenties or thirties with jet black hair, a hefty seven or eight inch dick, and the most beautiful set of biceps Ernie had ever seen. Huge barely described them.
Ernie quickly clicked on the icon and began to type.
EBMonsterMuscles: hey.
BigBiceps22: hey yourself big guy. really liked that pic on your profile. ur really a monster, man.
EBMonsterMuscles: thanx. ur pretty sweet urself
BigBiceps22: u must live at the gym to get a bod like that
EBMonsterMuscles: a couple hours a day
BigBiceps22: me 2 - hey ya wanna cam and get each other off?
Ernie sighed. The monster BigBiceps22 saw in Ernie’s profile was bogus: a picture of a handsome young bodybuilder Ernie had found online and adopted as his alter ego for purposes of attracting others for whom the overdeveloped male physique was the ultimate turn-on. In reality, Ernie was five foot ten inches of soft muscle covered by an ample layer of adipose tissue, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds. He had what he considered an adequate appendage nestled in a thick pubic bush, but nothing as impressive as BigBiceps.
Because the guy on the other end actually offered to cam, it usually meant he was the real deal and matched the picture on the posting. If the guy hemmed and hawed about not being able to cam, as Ernie was about to do, Ernie knew it was just some poor sap like himself faking it. That usually ended with a ‘talk only’ jerk- off session with each guy making up crap about himself to get the other to cum.
