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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.

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A great story. But so sad that things between Tom & Roger ending so badly. It would have been so wonderful to have them end up being friends again but no longer lovers. Them and Rand being friends for life and growing bigger and stronger until the day they die.

 

But I guess this is a good enough ending. Seeing as not all endings are haply or bad. And besides it is an ending with at least some closure for all the characters. ^^ Which is great too. <3

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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.

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

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