MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM by Milton Stern Read Free Book Online

tomorrow. I am past my need for dick now. I keep giving him fifteen more minutes before I start making dinner and forget about the whole thing.
    I receive one final text. “Sorry, stud. It ain’t gonna work tonight.”
    I don’t even answer. I erase his number. I am done …
    … at least until the next time he sends me a text.
     
     

CONFERENCE CALL
    I had been camming with Jeff for years. We met on Bigmuscle then exchanged Yahoo IDs and would cam and flex every couple of months. He was in the business like me, so I knew he would be discreet. Besides, if he sold a video of me, I could do the same to him.
    He lived 3,000 miles away. I felt as if I knew him intimately. We would strip then flex, then jerk off for each other. We told each other our fantasies. He would tell me how he wanted to sit in my lap while I flexed and fucked him; I told him he needed to sit on my face first. It was harmless camming, so I told him things I wanted to do that were not usually part of my routine. But, it was all in good fun.
    I bought a new computer with a cam built in, so I wanted to try it out. Well, the cam was on the top of the screen, so I had to fold it a bit to get a good shot, but that limited my ability to see what he was doing, so I bought an external cam to enjoy as well as put on a show.
    I am usually pretty good with computers, so hooking up the external cam was easy enough.
    I was on a video conference call with my agent and manager, when my Yahoo IM popped up with a message from Jeff. I told him to give me about thirty minutes until I finished up this call.
    A half hour later, I ended the call with my guys, and sent an IM to Jeff that I could ‘play’ now.
    And, as usual, we were naked in seconds, flexing and showing off.
    I had slipped on a cock ring and was greasing up my dick, while he did the same. In between, I would wipe off my hands and type up some nasty message; he would then reply with something even nastier.
    Occasionally, I would tease him by rubbing my thumb on the head of my dick, then trailing a string of precum up to my mouth and licking my thumb clean. He loved that, being as much of a cum pig as I was.
    His favorite thing was for me to flex my bicep right up to the camera, and when he was ready to come, he would beg me to do that. I liked watching him flex his legs and muscular butt.
    We were really going at it today, and I was standing, naked, flexing, all oiled up and stroking away. I was getting close, so I gave him a thumbs up. I then let go of my dick, flexed both biceps and came without touching myself. My dick shot up high and quite a few times, then a few extra spurts dripped down the length of my dick and onto my balls while I continued to flex.
    He came, too, all over his hairy belly.
    I waved goodbye; he did the same. Then, I cleaned myself up before turning off the cam.
    My Skype buzzed. It was my agent.
    I clicked him on after slipping on a T-shirt.
    “I just figured out how to jump start your career,” he said.
    I didn’t realize both web cams were going at once. Since the one he was watching was the one that was part of the computer with the bad angle I mentioned earlier, all he got was the neck down.
    The video went viral in about an hour. The interviews requests poured in, and I neither denied nor admitted that it was my body.
    I just signed a four picture deal with a major studio.
    I specified no nude scenes in my contract.
    Oh, and Jeff? He is directing one of the pictures. We finally are going to meet face-to-face.
     
     

THE LAB RAT
    Dr. Musclestein had a theory. Anyone could achieve the results of a steroid user, provided they had proper nutrition, access to the best weight training equipment available, unlimited time, and encouragement.
    He had a state-of-the-art gym built in a wing of his home, complete with kitchenette, bedroom, full bath, and French doors leading to his backyard swimming pool. The subject of his experiment would be required to live in that wing of the house