More Than Muscle

Chapter 1-1

Chapter 1

A rapping on his bedroom door was immediately followed by, “Ernest, darling! Ernest? Why are you still up? Ernest!”

“s**t!” 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 c**k.

“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 s*x 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.

“f**k!” 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 f*****g each other’s brains out with their thick monster c***s 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 d**k, 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 c*m.

EBMonsterMuscles: s**t man can’t seem to get my cam 2 work 2night. sorry

Ernie was bluffing, hoping the stud on the other end of the conversation didn’t catch on as they sometimes did and make some disparaging comment about Ernie being a phony.

BigBiceps22: that’s ok man. i can turn mine on if u want

Ah, an exhibitionist, Ernie thought happily. These types seemed happy to show it off without necessarily getting a show in return. They got off on their own bodies and the effect they had on their willing voyeurs.

EBMonsterMuscles: that’d b fantastic, dude

Ernie pushed back the sheet and laid the laptop between his legs.

BigBiceps22: ur sound works don’t it

EBMonsterMuscles: yeah

Ernie thought of his mother in the next room.

EBMonsterMuscles: we have 2 keep it down, though, my partner doesn’t like me messing around with guys, even on the net

BigBiceps22: ok that’s cool

The image of BigBiceps appeared. Ernie quickly switched it to full screen and turned on the sound.

“This sound level okay?” the man asked in a deep, sexy voice that made Ernie’s d**k tingle.

Okay! Ernie thought. Everything was more than okay. The man was gorgeous.

“Can you hear me?” BigBiceps asked again.

“Oh. Oh, yeah, sorry. Man, you sure look great. What a body.”

BigBiceps smiled and began to pose: front double biceps. Ernie started stroking. Front lat spread. Both Ernie and BigBiceps’ c***s were lengthening and rising. Side chest pose, side triceps pose. Ernie was at full staff and pumping fast. Double rear biceps, rear lat spread. BigBiceps flexed his beautiful bubble butt. He turned around and now his c**k, too, was fully erect. He was stroking it along with Ernie while he did his ab and quad flexion.

Ernie was almost there. He grabbed his balls and squeezed as he could feel the jism boiling in his nuts. “Oh, man, you’re fantastic. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“What would you be doin’ to me?” BigBiceps asked in a ragged voice, now flogging his d**k full throttle.

Ernie could tell the man was as close to blowing a load as he was.

“I’d be worshipping those fantastic muscles, running my tongue all over those beautiful arms of yours and down those hard abs to your co—”

“Ernest! Who are you talking to?”

“f**k!” Ernie muttered, shutting his laptop just as he saw BigBiceps start to shoot and heard the guy roar.

He pulled the cover up over himself and the computer. Ernie hit the pillow and began mumbling broken sentences about work, his boss, and deadlines, just as his door opened and his mother stuck her head in.

“Ernest, are you all right?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“Um, mumph, yacha,” Ernie moaned and then let out a long breath.

Mrs. Boudine came to the side of the bed, pulled the covers up more snuggly around her son, took off his glasses, laid them on the nightstand, and kissed him on the side of his head. “They work you too hard at that office of yours. You should think of making some changes,” she whispered, running a hand over his hair before leaving the room.

Ernie sat up. He reached under the covers and pulled the laptop out. He half-expected to see c*m oozing out the sides from BigBiceps’ monster ejaculation. He sat the computer next to where his mother had put his glasses and laid back down. His nuts ached. Twice he’d come within nanoseconds of shooting his load.

Think of making some changes, Ernie thought, remembering what his mother had said. Yeah, that’s for sure.

Ernie turned on his side and rubbed his blue balls. Tangled images of Zack Apollo, Bo Duncan, and BigBiceps filled his mind. As he drifted off to sleep, his imagination had the three men engaging in all manner of s****l activity with each other and himself.

About an hour later, Ernie experienced the first wet dream he’d had since his early teens.