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  1. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    (Continuing with the "first date" from Roger's perspective. I was going to finish this part before posting but it is clearly taking time so I will do it in two parts.) Roger led Ben through his apartment. He could tell the young man was impressed. He just hoped that Ben was impressed by more than just the expensive furniture. Ben followed Roger outside onto the balcony. Roger could see his guest was taken back by the stunning view of the skyline. They walked over to the bannister at the ledge. As Ben grabbed ahold of the bannister and looked out across the city, Roger’s eyes were busy enjoying a view of the young adonis next to him. Roger decided it was official: he was in lust. Roger saw that Ben had not simply thrown on an old t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but instead had worn off clothes that showed off his assets - blue shor tight enough around the chest to highlight the impressive pecs and shoulders with short sleeves , and pants snug around the gym-sculpted ass. This was how you dressed for a hot date you wanted to impress, not to waste a few hours with a charity visit to some lonely old guy you met. However, maybe Ben was planning on meeting some girl later on. Roger decided to hope that wasn’t the case. "Ben, I wanted you to know I really appreciate your coming over tonight." "Thanks for asking me. I appreciated the work out you gave me this morning." "My pleasure. I have been lifting weights about as long as you've been alive." "If you don't mind me asking, Roger, just how old are you?" Roger hesitated for a second. A quick google search on Roger’s name would provide the information given the press coverage of the sale of his company, so not much point in lying, even though Roger knew he could get away with shaving off five years. “51” Roger momentariy winced as he could tell Ben was a bit taken back by the number and realizing that Ben actually was more than old enough to be his father. "Damn, Roger, you look good …” "For an old man? Thanks a lot, Ben." There was a moment of silence, and Roger could tell Ben’s eyes were looking him up and down. Roger couldn’t help himself and flexed his pecs ever so slightly. "No, Roger . . . you look real good . . . period." Roger just couldn’t turn down an invitation like that. "Thanks, Ben, you're pretty hot yourself." A moment of awkward silence followed. Roger was a bit startled himself that he had been so direct, and he thought for a second that Ben might head for the door. However, although obviously a bit flustered, the young adonis held his ground. "Yeah, well glad you noticed." Roger was impressed that Ben though obviously uncomfortable found the guts to respond. He couldn’t help himself from being even a bit more leading. "Trust me, I did." Roger could see that this was new territory for Ben and he was struggling to find something to say. “Well. . . good.” Roger thought it best to move the conversation into a safer terrain. And maybe this was a chance to find out just what was this kid’s story. “Yeah. I wondered what a good looking guy like you was doing free on a Saturday night. No one special in your life right now?” Roger noticed that Ben moved his gaze off Roger for a minute and took in the view of the city from the penthouse balcony. “Not really. Since I got out of college I’ve dated but no one special. How about you, how long have you been divorced?” Roger forgot he had mentioned to Ben at the gym that he was divorced. He really did not want to discuss the subject at length. “Three years now.” “Anyone since then?” Roger decided to make his response a bit of a challenge. “I’ve tried but no one I meet seems to have the stamina to keep up with me.” Roger hoped his response was heard as a challenge, even though it was likely Ben was a guy with plenty of stamina. "So, Roger, what sports did you play in school?” "Actually none. I was a fat nerd all the way through college." Roger could tell Ben was genuinely surprised. "You're kidding. What happened?" "When I made my first million, I got a trainer and started taking care of myself seriously." "He must have been damn good." Roger’s mind drifted for a second to Tom, who would probably have already carried Ben off to his bedroom. "He was. And I was highly motivated." “You must have been to get where you are now.” Roger took it as a good sign that Ben kept bringing the conversation back to how impressed he was with Roger’s body. Roger knew he needed to make clear Ben could inspect it as closely as he wanted. “I learned early in life if you know you want something, you should go after it completely without apology.” “Good approach if you know what it is you want.” “For me that has never been a problem. Right now I have a hankering for some beef. How about you, Ben?” Roger wondered what was registering behind Ben’s beautiful blue eyes. Could he tell Roger was hitting on him? He brought out some steaks and beers, and they sat and chatted about sports teams. Roger did his very best not to stare and drool. He noticed that occasionally he and Ben would lock eyes for a second and then Ben would look down, and Roger thought he noticed a bit of a blush on Ben’s face. Roger wanted an excuse to get closer to Ben, so he suggested they watch a movie on his new oversized television. Roger looked over his pile of films on disk, and immediately zeroed in on Casino Royale, Daniel Craig’s first Bond movie. His mind flashed to the scene in the middle of the film where Craig emerges from the ocean in a Speedo, the camera slowly panning down his lean, muscular torso. It always got a rise out of Roger. Maybe it would have the same effect on Ben. Roger could hope so, anyway. As Roger loaded the movie in the player, he saw Ben sitting down in the middle of the coach in the reflection on the tv screen. Even in distorted reflection, Ben was strikingly handsome. Roger noticed his own pulse was starting to pound a bit, and he quietly took a deep breath to relax. Roger wondered if any of Tom’s boy toys made him this nervous. Probably not, but then Tom’s flings were always pretty but empty - nothing like the impressive young man waiting for him across the room. Roger knew he needed another beer - he could work off the carbs tomorrow - so went out to the kitchen and got two more. He handed Ben on of the beers as he sat himself down on the couch, so that their legs were touching. Roger noted that Ben didn’t pull away. Roger used the remote to dim the room lights and start the movie. As the film started, he raised his beer bottle to Ben to clink. As their bottles knocked against each other, his eyes met Ben’s, and they locked for about five seconds. Roger managed to resist the urge to attempt to lock lips. Ben lifted his bottle to his mouth to take a swig, but Roger could tell Ben’s eyes were still directed at Roger.
  2. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    I know its been a long time but more is coming.
  3. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Yes but his motivation was to get back at Tom.
  4. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Tom made Roger the man he is now. Don't forget that. Tom certainly hasn't.
  5. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    I'm a really slow writer - sorry - but there is more coming, including Tom's reappearance, and another new guy who will not be ignored. Meanwhile, I thought I'd give you a look at how I visualize Ben and Roger.
  6. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    I hope you understood that the last two chapters were retelling the first two chapters from Roger's perspective
  7. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    That evening, as he prepared for Ben to arrive, Roger looked closely at himself in the bathroom mirror after showering. Although the square-jawed face that had turned heads for years was still there, there was no denying the signs of age in the lines around his eyes and the touch of grey in his hair on the sides. He considered whether he had ignored that fact when he invited handsome young Ben over for the evening. As he thought about the fact that this particular guy was an adonis young enough to be his son and likely straight, he considered that he might be making a fool of himself. Roger was still in a bit of shock that he had so quickly invited Ben to his apartment, and that Ben had accepted. Maybe it was a mistake to invite the kid into his home. He could not be able to simply leave if things became awkward. He should have just suggested they work out again the following week, or maybe have a beer someplace. But he didn’t get Ben’s number, so there was no way for him to call and cancel. He considered leaving a “something came up” message with the doorman downstairs. As he thought back on the morning, Roger decided he could avoid the evening becoming uncomfortable he just paid careful enough attention to the signals. They had a great conversation that morning. The kid seemed interested in what Roger could tell him about Roger’s business experience, and he took in what Roger could teach him about working out like a sponge. If all Ben was looking for was the voice of experience, Roger would be happy to oblige. However, Roger remembered the way Ben stared at him when he thought Roger wasn’t noticing. It sure like the kid was impressed with what he saw. Roger might as well enjoy finding out. He would try to give some careful signals that he was interested in more than work outs in the gym and see what happened. He would back away as soon as Ben did anything to let him know that was not where Ben’s interest lay. Roger thought for a second how ridiculous his ex Tom would find his nervousness ab. It seemed all Roger’s former lover needed to do to screw every young stud who came to his gym was just make sure they had plenty of opportunity to brush up against his muscled body and knew that his door was open. In Roger’s opinion, as hot as all of Tom’s boys were, none of them were in Ben’s league. Nevertheless, he wondered how Tom’s approach would work with Ben. A towel wrapped around his waist, Roger moved into his bedroom and looked himself over in a full length mirror. Although Roger had no intention of ever appearing on a competition stage again, he was still proud of the amount of muscle he maintained. He pulled his fists up along the side of his body, his arms slightly out to the side so he watch his biceps bulge with the motion. He then bent forward slightly and pulled his arms in front of him in a “most muscular” pose - his fifty-two inch chest leaped out at him in the mirror. Finally, he pulled his twenty inch arms up to his head in the double bicep position. Roger grinned as he looked at his own brawn. If this kid was secretly hungering to feel some muscle - as Roger hoped - he was ready to oblige. Roger took his favorite red polo out of his dresser. He was sometimes embarrassed to wear the shirt out in public because it fit so tightly and so emphasized his build that it seemed like showing off. Indeed, a few times he wore it out in public, he had seen cars actually slow down as they drove by to get a good view. As he put it on, he pulled up the short sleeves to emphasize his biceps. If he was going to put on a show, he might as well go all the way. He stepped into his best pair of old blue jeans which he knew fit his muscular ass like a glove. As Roger gave himself a last look in the mirror, his phone rang with a message from the front desk that a young man had arrived and was on his way to Roger’s apartment. Roger walked back to his bathroom and gave his hair a quick brush before heading to the door. He arrived at the door just in time to hear a tentative knock. Roger took a breath and pulled the door open. Roger’s eyes took in Ben like a piece of candy. Even though they had gone there separate ways just seven hours before, seeing Ben still took Roger back - the handsome face with bushy golden hair, on top of a remarkable build that was completely evident through tight blue shirt he was wearing. Ben didn’t carry the amount of muscle mass Roger had - but he had plenty and was in amazing condition. “Glad you could make it.” Roger lunged forward and threw his arms around Ben to give him a welcoming embrace. Roger realized that might have been a bit forward for someone he just met that morning, but he enjoyed the momentary brushing of their pecs against each other. He could tell that Ben was a bit hesitant and unsure. Roger wondered if this kid had any idea how hot he was. Roger was going to find out.
  8. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    A lot more than one chapter is lurking in my brain. Sorry for the delay. Happy Holidays to all.
  9. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Roger meets Ben When Roger walked into the gym, he was pleased to see it was empty except for one guy in the far corner stretched out across a bench carefully placing his hands on the bar getting ready to do a set of bench presses. Roger could not tell much about him in this position - Roger could see the guy was young and light brown hair, but could not get a good look at his features. However, Roger was impressed with the amount of care he was putting into getting the spacing of his hands exactly right, and by the fact that he had put some significant weight on the bar. This kid was here to actually work out, not just go through the motions. That was often hard to find these days. As Roger saw the kid start to falter on his sixth rep, Roger moved in behind the bench and put his hands slightly under the waivering bar. “Go for it guy, I got you covered.” Looking down under the bar, Roger could see the kid had an exceptional build for his age that showed a lot of work. His pecs stretched under the tension of the bar were full and striated; his arms were muscular and defined. “Thanks, going to do two more.” When the kid finished his set, he took a deep breath and the swiveled off the bench and stood up, giving Roger his first chance to get a good look. Needless to say, he was impressed. The kid, who was now extending his hand to shake Roger’s, was obviously in his mid-twenties. He had a model-handsome face and a thick pile of brownish-blonde hair. At about six foot, he was about two inches shorter than Roger, with a remarkably lean athletically built frame that could match those of any fitness magazine cover model. Roger guessed the kid had a 29” waist, which really accentuated the breadth of his lats and the size of his chest. This kid was one hot number. "Thanks guy, appreciate the hand." "No problem. See you're lifting some real weight. Mind if I work in?" "Sure, good to have the company. I'm Ben." "Nice to meet you, Ben, Roger here." Roger reached out and offered Ben his hand. As they shook, Roger could see that Ben’s eyes were focused on Roger’s outstretched arm. Although Roger was not the size he was when he made his sole appearance on a bodybuilding stage, he was still unusually muscular, and his biceps were a feature that often got attention. He needed to get polo shorts specially made to get them through. Roger was now pretty much immune to being oggled, but knowing he was impressing this good looking kid felt good. After silently staring at Roger for a few seconds, Ben turned his head toward the bench. "Want to take some weight off the bar for some warm up sets?” Roger was a little amused at the suggestion since the weight Ben had on the bar was less than what Roger typically used to warm up. "No need. I'm good to go." Roger stretched his impressive frame across the bench and quickly pumped out twelve repetitions without any sign of strain. Roger considered doing more reps but controlled his urge to show off to this young hottie. Roger didn’t want to chase him away. "Let's put some weight on, Ben." For the next hour, Roger led Ben through a version of his own chest work out, limiting the jumps in weight that Roger would usually make. Still, Roger was consistently impressed with how much Ben was able to lift, and the concentration he put into pushing himself. In Roger’s experience, most guys in their twenties lacked that self-discipline. As they worked out, Roger encouraged Ben to talk. Just as he was impressed by the young man’s athletic build, he found himself equally impressed by Ben’s personality. Roger expected a guy with such golden boy looks to have an ego to match. Instead, he found Ben to be modest and thoughtful. He wanted to think that Ben reminded him of himself twenty years ago, but he quickly recognized that just as Ben was physically in far better shape than Roger had been at Ben’s age, he was also more mature and centered. Even putting aside how easy Ben was on the eyes, he was genuinely enjoyable company, Roger opened up a bit about himself - telling Ben that he was divorced, about the sale of his company, his decision to relocate and his new apartment. He left out that he had learned to work out from his bodybuilder ex lover who he had gone on to compete against in an event that ended with the two of them in an on-stage brawl. No need to scare the youngster off, particularly as he kept looking at Roger with adoring puppy dog eyes. As they were nearing the end of the work out, Roger pointed to some cables across the room to use for pull downs. As Ben started walking across the room toward the cables, Roger followed behind him. Roger used the opportunity to watch Ben’s tight round athletic ass in motion, and he could feel himself harden. Roger shifted his shorts to try to keep his arousal unnoticeable. It had been quite awhile since any guy had such an immediate effect on him. When they got to the cables, Roger gave Ben some instructions on how to position his weight and arms to get maximum effect on a tricep push down. As Ben started performing the exercise, Roger couldn’t resist standing behind him and firmly grabbing his arms on either side, obstensibly to hold them in position and confirm that Ben was “working the muscle.” For a second, Roger imagined wrapping his beefy arms around the young golden haired adonis and pulling him close against his chest, but Roger did his best to push the thought out of his mind. After Ben finished his set, he turned and looked Roger in the eyes. They stood for a second staring at each other in awkward silence. Ben took a deep breath and put his hand on the Roger’s shoulder, causing Roger’s heart to beat a little faster. "Wow. Thanks man. Don't know I've ever felt this much of a pump." "No, Ben, thank you. I can't remember when I last enjoyed a work out this much. You have to come do it again at my new place once the weight room's done." "That would be great. Maybe you can give me some pointers on getting guns like yours." Roger glanced at his arms for a second. Was the kid flirting with him? Two could play at that game. Roger smiled as he looked at Ben. "Thanks. Glad to show you what I can, but that's mainly a matter of pushing hard with consistency, and of course good genetics, which you obviously have in spades." Ben blushed slightly at the compliment, but kept his hand on Roger's shoulder. The two men awkwardly looked at each other for a few seconds. Roger decided to push his luck a little. "Ben ... last minute, but have you got plans tonight?" Ben hesitated for a second. "No, not really." Roger didn’t believe for a second that a guy in his twenties who looked like Ben was free on a Saturday night. "Why don't you come by the apartment. I can grill us something, and we can watch a movie." Roger felt a little nervous just making the suggestion that Ben come to his place. Perhaps the kid was just being friendly to an old guy and the sudden suggestion might come off as creepy. Ben’s rapid response made clear he didn’t need to be worried. "That would be great! When? Where?" He was really going to do this. "Let's say 7:30. Come out to the car and I'll give you the address." Roger walked out of the gym and headed to his grey Mercedes in the parking lot. As he turned to Ben, he saw Ben's eyes grow at the sight of the vehicle. "Nice wheels." "Can I give you a lift somewhere?" "Thanks . . . But I rode my bike here and I should be getting back." "Ok, well here's my number and the address. I'll see you this evening." Once he got in the car, Roger watched Ben walk away toward the gym’s bicycle rack. He couldn’t help but admire the lean build tapering down from broad shoulders down to tight round ass. As he drove away, an excited grin spread across Roger’s face.
  10. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    The story isn't over . . .
  11. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    As Roger indicated, Tom received a packet that evening with all of the gym’s business documents. Two days later, he received a letter from Roger’s attorney, setting forth Roger’s demand for buying out his interest. Tom recognized the amount was based on a valuation far below the gym’s actual worth, and was an amount he would have no trouble obtaining a loan to finance. Tom was feeling some regret over the dramatic way things had ended with Roger. Even though Roger had slugged him and shoved Rand, there was no denying he had a lot of history with Roger, and had strong feelings about him. Tom decided to call Roger and see if they could talk and part on better terms. He left messages at Roger’s apartment and on his cell but got no response. Irritated, he called Roger’s office and was told that Roger had taken a six month leave of absence, that he had left the area, and that they were not authorized to provide a forwarding number. Tom was shocked to hear that Roger had taken a leave of absence. Roger’s work had been so important to him that it had been hard for Tom to get him to agree to take even a week away. However, if this is how Roger wanted it to end, that was fine with him. He had plenty on his plate, including getting Rand ready for his first competition. Rand was moving toward his goal nicely. The muscle just seemed to flow onto him even though he was staying relatively lean so that the final dieting down to low single digit body fat would not be unmanageable. Besides great bicep peaks and bulging shoulders, Rand had a remarkable lat spread for his guy his age. Plus, he was great sex - ready to go at it whenever Tom could find the time - and his cock was just how Tom wanted it - big, but not bigger than Tom’s. Tom was also working himself hard. He wanted to be in his best condition ever for his guest posing. He kept running over in his mind how perfect it was going to be - Rand winning the contest (as he was sure he would having seen the competition in prior years) and then the two of them posing alongside each other - like Hercules and Zeus! As they reached the final two weeks before the contest, they were both progressing perfectly. They were both cutting their fat to have that razor sharp look on stage. Tom calculated that Rand would weigh in at 240, and he would be a remarkable 255. The week before the competition, the list of competitors became available on line. When Tom started looking he was pleased because he saw names he recognized that he knew would be no challenge to Rand. Then, near the end of the list, he did a double take when he saw Roger’s name. His first reaction was to laugh - it was such an absurd thing for Roger to do. Then he became angry. Roger’s presence - even if he was just going to make a fool of himself - was going to upset the perfect evening he had planned for Rand’s triumphant inauguration to the bodybuilding stage in which Tom planned to be the star guest. He had to put a stop to this nonsense. For the first time in five months, Tom dialed Roger’s home number. “Hello.” “Roger, it’s Tom.” “What is it?” “Roger, I saw your name on the contestant list. You can’t do this.” “I don’t see where’s it your business.” “Roger, you are going to make a fool of yourself.” “Again, not your business.” “Roger, I’m asking you not to do this.” “My competing in the contest really bothers you.” “Yes.” “Good. See you then, Tom.” Tom grimaced as he heard the phone hang up. “Fucker.” When Tom told Rand that Roger had entered the contest, he treated it as a joke. What kind of idiot attempts his first contest at 39 years old? Although Rand said little, he was actually quite pleased. Tom was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Roger was Tom’s ex-lover. Making Roger look pathetic standing next to him on stage suited Rand just fine. When the day of the contest arrived, it was clear that Tom’s training and dieting strategy had been timed perfectly - both Tom and Rand were in peak condition. As Rand entered the warm up room, the 10 other competitors already in the room looked him over. Even with a sweat shirt on, it was clear this guy was going to be hard to beat. Then they saw the even bigger guy with him. If that guy was competing, they might as well all give up now. A wave of relief filled the room as he introduced himself as the guest poser, Tom. The other competitors found it hard not to stare when Rand and Tom took off their sweat clothes and stood there in posing shorts coaching each other through warm up curls. They were both big and remarkably shredded. The muscles visibly flowed through perfect proportions on each of them. Ten minutes later, the door opened again and another guy walked in the room. Many of the contestants immediately thought, we must have two guest posers today because it was evident he was as big, or bigger, than Tom. Tom stared at the new guy in the room. “Roger, hello.” “Hello, Tom. Good to see you. You too, Rand.” Rand nodded a greeting. “I’ve tried several times to reach you, Roger.” “I realized I needed some space. I went to LA and found a guy to train with.” Roger found an empty space in the room and removed his oversized sweat shirt. Although they tried to hide it, all eyes in the room were pasted on the mass of muscles now on display. Roger weighed in at 260, and his bodyfat was in the low single digits. For years, Tom had taunted Roger that he lacked Tom’s sharply visible abdominals. Now, Roger midsection consisted of a chiseled eight-pack immediately below his large pertruding meaty.pecs. As Roger moved into a corner of the room to pump up with a set of dumbbells, the other competitors, including Rand, couldn't help but keep an eye on him, looking for some minor flaw in Roger’s physique. Tom mumbled a few words of encouragement to Rand as the show began and Rand prepared to walk on stage to do his individual posing routine, but they both knew what was coming. Rand’s performance was impressive, and in any other year he would have been the clear favorite to come in first, but Roger, with his huge size and perfect condition, dominated the show. During the final judging, Rand was placed next to Roger, and as they alongside each other went through quarter turns, front double biceps, rear double biceps, lat spreads, side triceps and chest, Rand paled next to Roger’s more massive mature and conditioned muscle. To no one’s surprise, Roger and Rand finished, respectively, first and second place in both the super heavyweight division and overall. As the winner’s cup was brought out to Roger, Rand silently walked off stage without shaking even a congratulatory shaking of hands with the winner. Tom wanted to go and attempt to console his defeated young lover, but it was time for his appearance as the event’s guest poser alongside the contest’s overall winner, Roger. Tom made his best effort to smile and wave at the audience as he strode out onto the stage. Tom knew he was probably in the most impressive condition of his life - he had never carried as much muscle mass at such a low bodyfat level onto a stage before. His pride in that accomplishment, however, was offset by the fact that waiting for him on stage stood the lover he had dumped six months ago, now sporting a body that would make a Greek God envious, waiting to pose alongside him. The crowd was cheering as the titled guest-poser walked across the stage to congratulate the contest winner. Usually, such a congratulation involved a still developing novice to appear alongside a much larger fully developed professional. This time, however, there were two Goliaths on the stage facing each other. Tom stared at Roger as he walked toward him, starting to extend his arm in a congratulatory handshake but his eyes expressing a deep anger at how Roger had upset his plans for the day. Roger glared back at his ex, but made no move to accept a handshake. Instead, Roger tensed his body and slowly moved his arms up over his shoulders in a double bicep pose facing his former partner only five feet away from him. As the crowd applauded the sight of Roger’s mountainous biceps and huge delts, Tom knew he was being challenged. There was no way he was going to be upstaged by a man he had trained from a fat slug. “Not bad for an amateur, but let me show you how it’s done.” Tom moved into his own double bicep pose, mirroring Roger standing directly in front of him. In response, Roger squeezed his arms a little tighter, causing his massive arms to become even more vascular. “That may impress your youngsters, Tom, but I’ve seen better. Your biceps never were your best feature. “ As there was no microphone on stage, the former lovers words were heard only by each other. The audience looked on in silence as the two Goliaths sized each other up. Still facing Roger, Tom brought his arms down and to his size with his fist in towards his side, pushed up his chest, and spread his massive lats. “You’ve always had big guns, Roger, but a real bodybuilder has to have the whole package.” Roger looked over his rival’s shedded front lat spread - no denying that Tom was impressive, but Roger was not cowed. “I couldn’t agree more. You’ve always had a good v-taper, but I think mine is a bit wider.” Roger brought his arms down and moved into the same lat spread pose as Tom - indeed showing a back from the front was clearly every bit as wide as Tom’s. Then Roger turned around placing his rear lat spread in front of Tom, who did a double take at the sight of the layers of gnarly muscle stretched out in front of him. Tom relaxed his own pose for a second, but immediately returned to it. He couldn't let the audience think this amateur was intimidating the pro. As Roger turned back to face Tom with a confident grin on his face, Tom turned and gave Roger a show of the deep striations in Tom’s own massive back. Roger recognized immediately that Tom was both larger and more cut than Tom had ever been in their years together. Tom turned back to face his ex-lover. They just stood staring at each other for a second. Then Roger stepped his right leg out slightly and twisted it to the side to show off the development of his huge quads. A snear filled Roger’s face that Tom knew meant only one thing: “Match that, fucker!” Without hesitation, Tom flexed his right leg into the same pose, pressing his foot into the floor in a manner that showed the thick layers of muscle leading into his hips. “You couldn't possibly think you were going to compete with these wheels!” “That and everything else, old man.” The two goliaths were now completely oblivious to the audience, the judges, or the other competitors who had assembled around the stage to witness this grudge match. Neither of the competitors cared about impressing a judge or the audience - all either one of them cared about was showing the other who was now the big dog. They began slowly and silently walking around each other in concentric circles like wrestlers looking for an opportunity to grab an advantage. Tom bounced his huge pecs at Roger. Roger flexed his own colossal chest in response and then twisted his torso to show Tom his side left triceps. Tom responded with the same pose, and brought his right arm up to display the peak of his bicep and the roundness of his delts. Roger raised his arms to his side and the twisted them forward, showing of his own cannon ball shoulders, then locked his arms behind his head and leaned back to display the deep cuts in the layers of his abs. Tom recognized this pose was particularly a taunt, as Roger had always been envious of Tom’s chiseled mid-section. Tom knew Roger was saying I can take you on what you were always best. Tom immediately raised his own arms behind his head and sucked in his gut to say I still have I over you. The two now stood about three feet apart, glaring at each other as they both shift weight to show off the shifting abs. As if it had been planned, both men simultaneously brought their arms down from behind their heads and circled their arms in front of their chests, leaning their heads forward in the most muscular crab pose facing each other with their heads only slightly apart. The rivals flexed their arms, chest and shoulders with an intensity that caused the veins in their necks to bulge. In each other’s eyes they saw nothing but mounting anger. The crowd had stayed largely quiet throughout this personal showdown. That silence was suddenly broken by a single shouting voice: “0h for Pete’s sake, get a room!” Thankful for the break in tension, the crowd roared in laughter. For Tom that laughter was a derisive slap that caused him to snap. He used his tensed arms to shove Roger across the stage. Roger landed on his ass, bolted to his feet and stormed across the stage, tackling Tom and pulling him to the ground. The two former lovers and business partners locked hands and began wrestling on the floor, their muscles still pumped from posing and flexing now straining against each other. Roger managed to get on top of Tom and pinned his wrists to the floor. Tom was beginning to push Roger off him when the stage filled with competitors and Judges pulling the combatants off each other and forcing them to separate sides of the stage. Across the stage, Roger could see Rand standing in front of Tom, trying to calm him down. Roger shook off the arms of the smaller men trying to restrain him, and then turned and went to gather his few possessions back stage and leave. The next day, Roger learned that as a result of his onstage brawl with Tom, he had been stripped of the title which had been awarded to Rand. It meant nothing to Roger, as he had no intent to ever compete again. He had attended only to put Tom in his place. Tom also soon after ceased competing. He felt like every time he showed up at an event, the conversations behind his back were all about the story of the evening he lost it when an amateur gave him a run for his money. He was largely correct - he could never again be judged just on the basis of the physique he presented. With his energy now fully focused on his gym, Tom learned he was his better at business than he realized. He developed a training system that found an avid following, and was able to develop a network of affiliated gyms. In five years, he had over 200 employees and was making annual profits of over two mllion. Tom also developed a reputation as a sought after trainer for celebrities needing to get into exceptional condition for movie roles, and, ironically, for professional wrestlers. Roger also returned to his work as his primary interest, and his company’s value rapidly escalated. In the following years, he made a few attempts at new relationships but none really held his attention for long. On a business trip to Europe, he met a strikingly handsome Italian, and for two years attempted a long distance relationship, but eventually Roger accepted it was not meant to be. When his company was finally bought out, Roger received a nine figure payment that meant he could be wealthy for the rest of his life and do whatever he wanted. However, Roger had no idea what he wanted. He was 49 years old - too young to just play golf for the rest of his life, but possibly too old to start from scratch on something completely new. The urge to start fresh had led him to relocate to this new city where maybe he would find something worth getting up for in the morning.
  12. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Sorry for delay - I think the next chapter almost ready.
  13. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Thanks, I know I rushed events in this chapter - which covers about six years - to get to where I needed it to go and I could have spent more time to get to things unravelling between them, but I think it gives you what you need to make sense of where it goes from here. Glad you are enjoying my little muscle guys soap opera.
  14. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    Tom and Roger spent the rest of that day and most of the following week in Tom’s bedroom, exploring each other’s bodies and discovering the various possibilities for man on man sex. The latter required substantial negotiation and compromise. Roger and Tom were each by nature a dominant personality used to getting his way and telling others what to do, and both found it hard to imagine not being the “top man.” At one point, Tom covered the floor of his living room with mats he had brought home from the gym and they engaged in bouts of friendly but intense wrestling over who would get his way - sometimes for hours as they were closely matched. They taught each other, however, how to enjoy the receiving role. In sex, as in other parts of their relationship, they were competitive and left each other exhausted, although neither would ever admit it to the other. Roger informed his wife Dana that their marriage was over. He gave her no explanations, and she really didn’t demand any. Roger offered and she accepted a settlement that left her with more than adequate resources to start a new life in another city. They parted not as friends, but without tears. Roger’s new life revolved around only two things - work and Tom. They maintained separate apartments, but went for weeks without sleeping apart, and when they did it was typically because Roger needed to be out of town on business. Although they never formally identified themselves to anyone as anything other than “friends,” they were only seen out in the evening together at the city’s restaurants, theaters, and social events. Nothing was ever said but it was clear to all that the city’s most eligible and attractive bachelors were only interested in each other. The constant sexual tension between them only served to heighten the couple’s competiveness during the hour or two they trained together most days at the gym. Each of them seemed intent on proving he could lift another ten pounds more than the other, or perform an extra two repetitions. When Roger or Tom was successful in doing so, he made a point of rubbing it in the other’s face with a suggestion that maybe his partner should maybe consider dropping the weight a little. Not surprisingly, after six months of this competition, they had each put on about 15 pounds of additional muscle. They were both keenly aware of which parts of their bodies made the other jealous. Roger knew that Tom coveted Roger’s arms, which werenow almost an inch larger than Tom’s. Similarly, Tom knew that Roger was obsessed with the pronounced ridges of Tom’s abdominals - partly the result of Tom maintaining a lower body fat level - and the greater fullness of Tom’s chest. They each used every opportunity to draw the other’s attention to those features. For Roger, that meant wearing a lot of sleeveless shirts, and frequently taunting Tom by asking if he wanted to resolve a disagreement by arm wrestling. In response, Tom would use any excuse he could to get rid of his shirt altogether when they were alone, knowing Roger would just stare at Tom’s midsection. Their sex life - although at times tender - was also competitive. Their mutual attraction was overpowering, but both needed to be in control. They quickly mastered manipulating each other’s specific pleasure zones. Tom understood that for Roger having his nipples pinched and sucked could be overwhelming. Roger knew that working the head of Tom’s penis rapidly with his tongue could make Tom shudder in animal ecstasy. They both used this knowledge to taunt each other and coerce each other into surrendering to their preference. Sometimes, however, their games got out of hand and they would need to hide bruises the next day. The excitement of Roger’s first few months as Tom’s lover distracted him from his work for awhile, but Roger was by nature disciplined and focused, and his business was important to him. As demands for his attention at work increased, Roger again began working sixty hours weeks. He religiously made time for his scheduled work outs with Tom, and was always ready to wrestle with Tom in the sheets in the evening, but he had limited availability for impromptu adventures whenever Tom was free and had a whim during the day. Tom, who valued spontaneity and had a lot more free time, found Roger’s routine stifling, and it became the subject on which they had their first arguments. A little over a year after Roger’s divorce, Roger started to feel that his relationship with Tom needed some redirection. Although their physical chemistry remained intense, they otherwise seemed to have less and less to say to each other. Then one day when a work noontime meeting was abruptly cancelled, Roger thought he would stop by the gym to see if Tom might be free for lunch. When he entered the gym floor, he saw Tom across the room working with a new client - a handsome young bodybuilder training for his first contest. Roger stood across the room and silently watched as Tom directed the younger man on how to position his body for best effect in the requisite poses. He listened as Tom complimented his client’s appearance, and even at a distance he could see that the kid was totally infatuated with Tom. Roger realized that for the first time felt jealousy burning inside him, and he left without even letting Tom know he had been there. Later that week, Roger brought Tom an idea that crossed his mind as a means of their sharing a joint endeavor. Roger proposed they become business partners by opening their own gym. Roger would put down the money to buy and upgrade a space that had fallen into disrepair. Tom would run the facility on a day to day basis, hire staff, and conduct his training business. Roger would oversee the books. It took Roger and Tom almost a year to get the facility started, but it quickly became a success. Roger was initially impressed with the job Tom did and the hours he spent running the facility. Within months it became the place in the region for those willng to make personal sacrifices for a physical transformation to join. Roger also couldn’t help but notice that the staff Tom hired consistently almost entirely hunky young men. At times the gym felt like a football lockerroom, except all the players were quarterbacks. No fraternity in the country housed as much beefcake. Besides dedicating himself to running the business, Tom also began investing more time and energy into competing as a body builder. He scheduled to compete in at least two shows a year. He did well enough that within two years he earned the right to call himself a professional body builder. Although Roger could not always attend Tom’s shows because of work responsibilities, he still did his best to keep up with Tom in training, even if he was not going to do the strict dieting. With his competition victories, Tom became even more in demand as a trainer. Despite the gym’s success, its operations were not without tensions. Roger felt that Tom was careless with money - purchasing new equiptment that to Roger appeared to be more flash than substance. He was also irritated by Tom’s carelessness about charging all his clients for his training services. Tom felt that Roger’s criticisms were just about Roger’s need to be controlling, particularly as the business was clearly making money. It was hard to say whether the disagreements about their business were at fault, but after about four years the intensity of the couple’s sexual competition also slowed down. What had been a daily event had gone to several times a week, to possibly once a week. Although it was never discussed, each thought that the other was primarily to blame. Tom had taken a particular interest in the training of a 22 year old bodybuilder named Rand. The young man - six foot, 220 pounds with light brown hair - had remarkable natural symmetry and a face made for photographs. He followed Tom around the gym, lifting whatever Tom told him to lift and eating whatever Tom told him to eat. Rand was making good progress building muscle, and Tom decided he should enter him a regional event in six months. This particular contest was a nonprofessional competition but included a special draw - the winner of the men’s contest would get the opportunity to do a posedown with a guest professional. Tom had agreed to be that guest professional for the posedown. Tom considered it a foregone conclusion that Rand would win the contest. In his mind he had fantasies of the two of them posing alongside each other in front of a screaming crowd. The staff of Tom’s gym was all too aware of the attention Tom was giving Rand. All of the buff young men who worked at the gym considered the chance from time to time to “ride the Boss” to be the job’s best perk. None of them had been required or felt pressure to be one of the Boss’s boytoys, but none of them had put up any resistance when he expressed interest. Indeed, the primary complaint any of them had was not getting enough private time with the Boss. Fortunately for them, the Tom was insatiable and would frequently find time to enjoy one of them in the morning, and another in the afternoon. Or at least he had until Rand appeared. Rand was generally disliked by the staff partly because he was an arrogant jerk, but more because he was now the only person at the gym enjoying the Boss’s sex drive. The week after Tom signed the contract to guest pose at Rand’s first contest, Roger stopped by the gym unexpectedly in the middle of the day to pick up some papers from the business office. When Roger walked into the back office, he found Tom stretched out across the couch with Rand giving a Tom a blow job. “What the fuck! You son of a bitch!” Roger lunged across the room, pushed Rand aside, and pummeled Tom’s square jaw with his right fist as Tom was attempting to get up from the couch. Roger was pulling his left fist back to deliver another pounding to Tom’s face when he felt Rand’s muscular arms wrap around him and pull him back. “Easy old man.” Roger extended his massive arms and easily forced Rand to let go of his grip. Roger spun around and used his arms to give Rand a shove, sending the young bodybuilder stumbling back across the room and falling to the floor on his ass. “Stay out of this pretty boy. I don’t blame you. This is between me and him.” By this time, however, the room was filling with the gym’s beefy staff who had come running when they first heard the shouting. Tom was standing up with his right hand feeling his jaw to see if anything had been broken by Roger’s first. “Calm down, Roger. I’m sorry you found out like this, but you must have known we were over.” “You’re kidding. How long have you been fooling around like this?” Roger looked around the room at nine brawny employees who had pushed their way into the office. “How many of these boys have you been doing?” In fact, as the looks on their faces revealed, the same thought crossed all of their minds - not me lately. “Look Roger, I need someone as dedicated to bodybuilding as I am - and I’m sorry but that’s Rand. You have always kept your distance - not willing to do what it takes, and frankly, you’re not taking care of yourself like you used to - you’re too busy working all the time. I need someone who can motivate me to be my best and keep my interest.” The suggestion that he was no longer hot enough for Tom bit Roger’s pride. He knew he just needed to get out of there. “If you want someone else, that’s your choice. But I’m not looking after your harem anymore. I’ll send you all the paperwork I have on this place by delivery tonight, and my lawyer will send you the terms to buy out my share of the place. You are on your own.” Roger turned, and wall of young muscle surrounding him parted to let him pass as he left the room and the building.
  15. Lexfan

    Ben and Roger

    [Roger's Story - Part 1] When Roger woke up on Saturday morning, he decided to do a quick search on his phone for local gyms. He had just moved into the building two weeks ago, and the fact that the building was finishing a complete weight room and work out facility had been a primary draw for his selecting this penthouse - but it was not quite yet available. He had been using a nearby large commercial gym the past two weeks with some new and flashy equipment, but he found the crowds of people there annoying. He located one gym away from the center of the city, and its aged advertising suggested that it would be pretty basic - just what he wanted. It would not surprise anyone who met Roger that he would choose an apartment based on its proximity to a weight room. His muscular build often caused people to stare. What might surprise them, however, was that Roger had not been particularly athletic in his youth. The muscle mass he now carried so naturally had come only after a remarkable change in his life. Roger had met his ex-wife, Dana, while still in college, and they married shortly afterwards. The relationship however quickly cooled off, as Roger worked long hours to get his company started. During that period of his life, Roger had not taken care of himself. His weight ballooned, and his Doctor told him at 30 that he was on the road to an early heart attack. At his doctor’s suggestion, he started eating and began to look for a personal trainer. Roger noticed how a bank representative he frequently dealt with in obtaining funds for his business had made a remarkable physical change. Eventually, Roger summoned the nerve to ask him how he had done so. The guy excitedly told him about a trainer he had been working with for months who had “changed his life.” The trainer’s name was Tom, and he used a smaller private gym in the area. He gave Roger a phone number, and after a week of hesitating, Roger gave the Tom a call and made an appointment. He was impressed by Tom’s friendly and professional manner on the phone. When Roger arrived for their initial consultation, he was shown to a small room near the front of the gym and told that Tom was finishing with a client and would be with him momentarily. When Tom entered the room, Roger knew immediately this musy be the guy. Tom was about 6 foot with dirty blonde hair, a winning smile, and the body one would expect of a heavy weight natural bodybuilder who had won several local competitions. Roger had never seen someone with such a hyper-trophied build close up before, and he had to work at following what Tom was telling him and not be distracted bythe sight of Tom’s gym t-shirt pulled tight across his massive chest, the huge traps around his neck, and the arms with biceps like bowling balls. Roger found the first month of working out with Tom four times a week excruciating. After each session he hurt in places he didn’t even know he had. In addition, Roger found the lengthy cardio that Tom expected him to do on his own to be agonizing, and the diet and supplement routine Tom prescribed left him hungry all the time. Nevertheless, Roger found himself wanting to please Tom, and he stuck it out. After a month, the changes in Roger’s body were noticable, and it gave him motivation to continue the course. Month after month, the pounds of fat were replaced by pounds of muscle. People that Roger had known for years passed him on the street without recognizing him because of the drastic change in his appearance. Several who did recognize him said to him, “your wife must be happy.” In fact, Roger’s relationship with his wife grew distant as Roger filled the hours he was not working with weight lifting with Tom, preparing scrupulously planned meals, and getting extra hours of sleep. After a year, the change in Roger was so great that Tom refused to continue taking Roger’s money for training sessions. Instead, they became regular workout partners. Working out with Tom brought out Roger’s competitive nature, and although he started lifting significantly less than Tom, eventually he was challenging Tom as to who could lift the most for he most reps. By the time they had been workout partners for six months, Roger was carrying as much muscle mass on his frame as Tom, although he was not as cut. Other guys at the gym would stop their workouts to watch these two goliaths pound their way through their sets. After their first year as workout partners, Tom told Roger that he was going to enter a regional competition, and he suggested Roger enter as well. Roger considered but decided that the strain of dieting into low single digits of body fat would interfere too much with his work. Nevertheless, Roger trained with Tom as if they were both competing, and traveled with him to the show. He helped Tom backstage get a final pump and prepare for his posing. When Tom won the heavy weight division, Roger felt as if it were his own triumph. That evening, after a celebratory meal with a few drinks, Roger and Tom walked back to their adjoining rooms talking and laughing about the days events. Roger followed Tom into Tom’s room, teasing Tom that the only reason Tom had won was that Roger hadn’t competed. “Yeah, if you brought those big guns of yours on stage, I probably would have been done for.” In fact, Roger’s arms were now bigger than Tom’s. “No way I would ever go through the hell you’ve been through to get that shredded. You looked great out there, but seriously I don’t know how you managed to not pass out after all that dieting and dehydration.” “You could have done it easily. The changes you made in just two years are incredible. I’m really jealous man. It took me ten years to get where you are. I’m scared to think where you’ll be in two more.” “Thanks Tom, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You changed my life.” “I couldn’t have done today without you, man. Thanks so much.” Tom moved in to give Roger what he took to be a friendly embrace. Roger opened his arms and wrapped them around Tom’s wide back. Their hard muscular chest pressed into each other. Roger felt Tom’s arms reach around Roger’s lower back and pull Roger forcefully into Tom. Even through their shirts, he could feel their pronounced abdominals rub against each other. With firm grips around each other, they stared intently and silently into each other’s eyes for a minute. Then Roger realized that Tom’s face was moving toward his, and suddenly Tom’s lips were pressed against his. With barely a moment’s hesitation, Roger opened his mouth and their tongues met. Roger felt a jolt of electricity through his body and his cock jumped to attention. As they intently explored each other’s mouths, their torsos pressed harder into each other and their hands began to explore each other’s backs. After kissing for several minutes, they eventually awkwardly made their way to the bed. Neither had any experience with another man before. They rolled around in their clothes for some time, mixing wrestling like little boys to be on top of each other with exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and intense kisses. Eventually Tom yanked off his shirt and threw it across the room. Roger followed suit. They tried squeezing each other’s pecs and then sucking each other’s nipples. Soon their pants were discarded like their shirts, and their hands worked each other to orgasm as they lay alongside each other kissing. Tom got out of the bed and brought back a damp towel. Without saying a word, he wiped them both clean and then climbed back into the bed. They slept alongside each other. In the morning, they struggled to make conversation, and with forced laughter agreed that they had been terribly drunk the night before and did not really know what they were doing. The following week after they returned home, Tom told Roger that he needed to give his body a week’s rest after the competition, and that although he would be seeing his clients at the gym, he would not be meeting Roger for their work outs. During the week, Roger attempted to call Tom several times, but Tom neither picked up or returned the call. After five days, Roger stopped by the gym at a time he knew Tom was usually free. As he walked into the gym, he found Tom completing a set of bench presses. “I thought you were taking a week off, what’s up?” Tom stood up and looked around the gym at the members busily engaged in their exercises. “Follow me.” Tom led Roger back to the private room they had their initial consultation. After Roger walked in, he closed the door behind him. As he turned, he realized Tom was moving toward him. Tom’s hands grabbed Roger’s shoulders and pushed his back against the door. Tom pressed himself into Roger, his hands grabbing both of Roger’s wrists and pinning them against the door. Tom then brought his lips against Roger’s lips. Roger resisted for a few seconds, attempting to push Tom back, but then opened his lips and allowed Tom in. After several minutes of intense kissing, Tom pulled his head back to get his breath. He let go of his grip on Roger’s wrist. They stared silently into each other’s eyes for a few moments. Tom finally spoke. “I have thought of doing that constantly since we got back. I understand if it's not what you want. But when you walked in here I knew just telling you wasn’t enough.” They stood silently looking at each other for a minute. Tom started to turn to walk away. He felt Roger’s left hand grab him by the shoulder. As he turned back to Roger, he felt Roger’s hand reach around the back of Tom’s head, directing his face once again toward Roger’s face. As their lips again made contact, he felt Roger’s muscular right arm reach down behind his lower back, and then Roger’s hand squeezing Tom’s left butt-cheek, pulling Tom ‘s hips close against Roger’s. Tom’s arms slid under Roger’s arms as he pulled their upper bodies tight together. After several minutes, Roger released his hold on the back of Tom’s head, and Tom moved slightly back so they could talk. Roger spoke first. “Cancel all your appointments for the rest of the day.”
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