Chapter 2

EBMonsterMuscles: shit 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 dick 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’ cocks 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 cock, 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 dick 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?”

“Fuck!” 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 cum 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 sexual activity with each other and himself.

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

* * * *

The next morning, Ernie stepped out of the shower, dried himself, and wiped the steam off the mirror with his towel. Ever since he’d awakened he’d ruminated on his mother’s comment from the night before about making changes. He’d even been so distracted by his contemplations he’d foregone his usual morning shower jerk-off, the need being diminished due to the previous night’s nocturnal emission.

Now he stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. Changes? Yeah, he needed to make some changes all right. Not in his employment situation as Mrs. Boudine had intimated, however. He loved his job as a program developer for a financial software company. He wasn’t about to alter that part of his life. The change he needed to make was to move out of his mother’s house and get a life of his own.