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Ben and Roger


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(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.

 

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