More Than Muscle

By Terry O'Reilly

Ernie Boudine -- early thirties, still lives at home with mom -- has never had sex, hasn’t even been kissed. In his mind the only guys who get in on the action are the muscled-up bodybuilders he worships on his computer. But Ernie knows to attract such a god He’ll need to transform his current blob of soft muscles covered with an ample layer of fat into body beautiful.

Personal trainer Butch Noonan discovers his boyfriend has been cheating on him. Troy is the last straw. Butch decides he’s done dating bodybuilders with their self-centered and egotistical attitudes. Butch longs for a relationship with someone who believes in romance, togetherness, and fidelity.

Joining a gym, Ernie feels like a kid in a candy store. So many beautiful men working out, so much hard muscle to ogle. Ernie is disappointed when Butch is assigned as his personal trainer. Despite the man’s name, the other trainers have bigger and buffer bodies.

Soon, however, Ernie begins to appreciate Butch’s sexy, compact body and what’s more, the man genuinely seems to care for and about Ernie.

Much to both men’s surprise, a tentative relationship begins to blossom, but then into the gym strolls Butch’s former college roommate. Bill is a serious bodybuilder and Ernie is immediately captivated by the man’s huge muscles and confident swagger.

Can Butch stand idly by and watch Ernie make the same mistakes he has? Or will Ernie wise up in time and realize true relationships are about more than muscle?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Apr 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781611525564

Terry O'Reilly

TERRY O’REILLY, the winner of hundreds of international advertising awards, is the bestselling author of The Age of Persuasion and This I Know. He is also an in-demand speaker. His highly awarded radio programs O’Reilly on Advertising, The Age of Persuasion and Under the Influence have been broadcast on CBC Radio since 2005, and his podcast has been downloaded over forty million times. Terry O’Reilly lives outside of Huntsville, Ontario.

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More Than Muscle

By Terry O’Reilly

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Copyright 2014 Terry O’Reilly

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More Than Muscle

By Terry O’Reilly

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.

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