Ben and Roger

[mjtunstall34]

wonder what the movie is? brokeback mountain? great story

[Lexfan]

Ben had never seen the version of the film Casino Royale in which Daniel Craig first played James Bond.  As Roger had a copy on disk, and it was one of his favorite films, he wanted Ben to see it.

 

Ben sat down on the middle of the couch.  After getting the disk into his DVD player, Roger got them two more beers, and then sat alongside Ben on his right. As the movie started, Roger used a remote to dim the room lights.  They clinked bottles.  As Ben took a swig, he saw Roger looking at him smiling.  Roger then leaned back and stretched his arms out across the top of the couch.  Ben's heart beat picked up a notch as he thought about Roger's pumped up bicep stretched out immediately behind him. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on this movie. Nevertheless, he followed Roger’s lead and also leaned back so that the back of his head was resting just underneath Roger’s left arm.

 

After about ten minutes, Roger used the remote to put the movie on hold, and turned to Ben.

 

“I’d like to stretch out a little, Ben. Would you mind doing that with me?”

 

The request took Ben by surprise as he was unsure what Roger meant by “doing it with him” but he didn’t see any reason why he would object.”

 

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

 

“Take your shoes off and get up for a minute.”

 

Ben sat up took his shoes off and stood up. As he stood, Roger pushed some cushions against the side of the couch and then moved his head down toward them as he moved his legs up onto the couch behind Ben.

 

“Okay, come on back down.”  

 

As Ben hesitantly started to sit down on the couch in front of Roger, he felt Roger grab him by the shoulder and pull his upper body down toward the side of the couch where Roger’s head rested on the cushions.

 

“Now bring your legs up by mine.”  

 

Still unsure what was going on, Ben moved his legs onto the couch so that he was stretched out alongside Roger, Ben’s shoulder’s resting against the hard mounds of Roger’s chest, both of them facing the television. Roger draped his large left arm casually across Ben’s side.

 

“This okay with you Ben?”

 

Ben had not expected that Roger would want to spoon. Although he did not remember lying  alongside another guy on a sofa since he had done so with his brother as a child, Ben had seen fraternity brothers at college together in comparable poses. He had always taken such physical closeness as just an expression of friendship.  Even though he had just met Roger that morning, Ben thought that since Roger had moved to the area recently, perhaps he was just treating Ben like some friend he was missing.

 

“Sure, it’s fine.”  

 

“Are you sure?  I am a physical guy, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

 

“No, really, I like being with you.”

 

“Feeling is mutual, buddy.”     

 

Roger’s left hand reached down and gave Ben a light squeeze on his thigh, while Roger’s right hand used the remote to start the movie again. As it began, Ben felt Roger’s body lean into him, and he tried his best as he watched the film not to let his eyes shift into staring at the huge arm resting on top of him.

 

Despite the initial strangeness of finding himself resting alongside a middle-aged adonis, Ben finally did begin to relax. There was something pleasurable in feeling Roger’s solid bulk next to him. Without even realizing it,Ben started leaning back into Roger who responded with a quiet “mmmm.”

 

Midway through the film a scene on a beach started.  Roger nudged Ben on the shoulder.

 

“I love this part.”

 

The camera moved to James Bond gradually emerging out of the water in a speedo, the camera taking its time in scanning his lean and muscular physique.  There was no doubt he was in exceptional condition for a guy in his forties, but as Ben watched, he thought that Roger would look far better in a speedo. Midway through the scene, Ben felt Roger’s hand rubbing the section of Ben’s shirt covering his abdominals.

 

“You know, Ben, I bet you have much better abs than he does.”

 

“Yeah, well I wish I got paid as much for em.”

 

“I guess you’re just not selling to the right market.”  

 

Ben wasn’t sure what that meant, but didn’t respond. Roger’s hand ceased stroking Ben’s abs, and they just watched the rest of the movie lying next to each other, both cheering the action scenes. During one scene in which one of Bond’s nemesis met a violent end, Roger pumped his fist in the area.  Ben felt a jump inside himself as he watched Roger’s bicep bulge close up.  

 

As the credits rolled, they just lay alongside each other silently, and remained that way for a minute or two after the end of the film. Then Ben felt Roger giving him a tap on his chest.

 

“I wish we could stay like this all night but probably not a good idea. I have a flight for a business trip in the morning”

 

As Roger started to raise himself up, he gave Ben’s pec a little squeeze, and saw a grimace shoot across Ben’s face.

 

“Buddy, are you sore there from this morning’s workout?”

 

Ben hated to admit it, but as the evening had gone on, he was feeling more delayed in his chest resulting from the grueling work out Roger had led him through that morning.

 

“Yeah, a bit.”  

 

“I know what to do that.  Take off your shirt.”

 

Roger got off the couch and walked to another room. Ben yelled out to him:

 

“What?  No .. . “

 

“Guy, no reason for a guy built like you to hesitate taking off his shirt. Go on.”

 

Ben found it hard to say no to Roger. He leaned his upper body up off the couch and took off his shirt, then tossed it to the side of the couch.

 

Roger came back to the couch with a small plastic bottle in his hand. Roger moved himself back onto the couch so that he was standing on his knees on the coach facing Ben with a leg on either side of Ben torso right above his hips. He looked down a Ben lying shirtless on the couch beneath him.

 

“Damn, that’s one well built chest. I wish I had looked like that at your age.”

 

Ben looked up at the Atlas in a red polo shirt towering over him and thought there must be a twenty inch drop from his chest to his waist.

 

“You more than caught up.”

 

Roger gave him a little grin, then leaned down and squirted some goo out of the plastic bottle into the deep crevice between Ben’s pecs.  Roger put a little of the goo from the bottle on his hands, then put the bottle aside on the top of the couch.  He looked down grinning at Ben as he rubbed his hands together with the goo.  As he did so, Ben couldn’t help noticing the movement of muscles bouncing across Roger’s  arms.

 

“That’s just some warming massage cream. As I work it in, you’ll feel a little heat.”

 

Ben held his breath as he watched Roger’s hands move toward him and lightly touch either side of his chest.  Roger’s fingers moved across the top of Ben’s chest toward the middle, and then down into the sternum, getting a coating of the cream, and then working their way back out, pushing into the thick cords of muscle.  

 

“You feel the warming.”

 

“Yeah, a bit.”

 

“Am I pressing too hard?”

 

“No, just right.”

 

In truth, Roger’s strong fingers working their way into the muscles Ben had strained that morning trying to keep up with Roger hurt quite a bit.  However, Ben’s pride was not going to let him suggest to Roger he wasn’t man enough to take it.  Moreover, the pain was a helpful distraction from the hard on that Ben was trying to pretend he wasn’t having.

 

“Let me work it a different way.”

 

Roger began pushing up from the bottom of Ben’s pecs with his palms.

 

“That feels good.”

 

“Great, cause that’s how I want you to feel.”  

 

Roger spent the next ten minutes intently using his hands to manipulate Ben’s chest from every angle.  As much as Ben enjoyed the sensation of Roger working his muscles, he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the recognition of his own arousal. He had met Roger only about twelve hours ago.  Now this guy more than twice his age was causing Ben to want a man’s attention in a way he had never wanted it before.  It was as if Roger had his own gravity pulling Ben into him.  It was time he got some distance.

 

“Roger, thanks, but I better get going. You have a flight in the morning, remember.”

 

“I was just about to have you turn over so I could work your shoulders.”  

 

“Another time, perhaps.”

 

Roger reached his fingers out and gave Ben’s pecs a final squeeze.  

 

“Okay, you’re right. I do need to grab a few hours sleep before the morning.”

 

Roger shifted himself off the couch and stood aside as Ben got up and put on his shoes and shirt.

 

“By the way, they are finally ready to open the building’s weight room this week.  I get back from my trip Tuesday evening.  Any interest in doing a leg work out with me Wednesday after work?”

 

In spite of the discomfort he had been feeling, Ben had learned a lot working out with Roger than morning.  A gym buddy relationship was probably a good direction to take this.

 

“Sure, what time?”

 

“Can you meet me in the lobby at 6:30?”

 

“You got it.”

 

“Great.  Bring a weight belt.  We’re doing squats.”

 

Ben followed Roger to the apartment door.  Roger opened the door and turned to Ben.

 

“Thanks for spending your Saturday evening with the old guy who’s new to town.”

 

“Your hardly an “old guy” Roger. Thanks for everything. You place is incredible.”

 

“I’m glad you like it, and hope you’ll be spending some more time here.”

 

“I’ll see you Wednesday.”

 

“Take care, Buddy.”

 

Roger put his hand up to high-five Ben as he walked out. As Ben’s hand met Roger’s, Ben  couldn’t help but once again be impressed by the bulk of Roger’s arms.

 

Ben heard he door close behind him as he walked to the elevator.  When he reached the elevator, Ben turned, looked at Roger’s closed door, and, for what seemed like the first time in hours, exhaled. What the hell was happening to him?       

[mario2007]

I am LOVING this story!!!!  More please!

[Ro20316]

Im loving this. Thse slow burn, teh sexual tension. Everything is perfect

[Blake]

I am so loving the pace of this story. 

Its fantastic☺️

Thankyou. 

[Lexfan]

Glad you are enjoying it.  I was afraid I might get a little "what the hell is this doing here" reaction. I have barely started on the next section and I do tinker with it a lot, so apologize that it will be awhile.

[mario2007]

Okay, looking forward to reading the next chapter tomorrow 

[spacevlad]

Loving the tension in this story, definitely a couple moments and lines in this right out of some of my own experiences.

[crushme99]

Exceptionally good work.

[Lexfan]

After returning home, Ben had a restless night, most of which he spent thinking about Roger.  Ben had to admit that he really liked Roger - he was intelligent, outgoing and upbeat.  When they talked, he could tell Roger was really paying attention.  But it unnerved him the way that Roger seemed to be able to take control of him.  It was still hard for Ben to grasp that he had spent an evening lying alongside Roger, saying nothing while Roger stroked his abs, and then agreeing to take off his shirt so Roger could massage his pecs. Ben was at a loss for why he had gone along. There was something about Roger’s physical presence, so imposing and yet so inviting at the same time.  

 

Ben wanted to talk about it with someone, but he couldn’t imagine telling any of his friends that he engaged in such physical closeness with a guy he had met just the morning before, let alone a guy more than twice his age.  

 

That morning Ben went for his usual Sunday morning six mile run, but he changed his route so that he would pass Roger’s building.  As he approached, he began sprinting at full speed, so that when he was directly across the street, he was winded and prepared to stop and catch his breath.  As he gulped in air, he stared up at the upper floors, trying to pick out Roger’s balcony.  

 

After he returned to his apartment, Ben took a shower.  Stepping out of the shower, he stared at his naked body in the steamy mirror.  He remembered looking at himself yesterday evening, flexing, and being impressed with himself.  Now, for some reason, he thought that while he was clearly lean, he really could use some additional mass. The thought also crossed his mind that now, for the first time in a long time, he knew someone in better condition than himself.

 

After putting on some clothes, Ben sat down at his laptop. He decided to google Roger and see if there was anything worth knowing about his new acquaintance. Most of the results pertained to Roger’s software company, although one link provided Ben the address of Roger’s apartment in his former city.  He also found a link to a picture of Roger at a charitable fundraiser two years ago at his former city.  Roger was wearing a tuxedo.  Alongside him was an unidentifed  smiling handsome blonde man in a tuxedo who appeared to have shoulders just about as wide as Roger’s.  Ben wondered if there was some relationship between them.

 

After a half hour of looking over the links and finding little except information about Roger’s company and its sale, Ben closed the laptop.  He felt a little embarrassed about having researched Roger. He put the thought aside and went on with his plans for the day, specifically to do some shopping and then to meet some buddies at a sports bar to watch a game.

 

That night, Ben dreamed that he was working out with Roger again.  They were doing bicep curls with a straight bar.  Ben watched Roger do a set with perfect form with 45 pound weights on either side of the bar. Roger’s biceps bulged like large coconuts each time as the bar came up to his chest.

 

When the set was over, Roger raised his right arm to his side and flexed, pulling his hand in toward his head, causing the huge bicep to peak.

 

“You want to feel? Since we met you’ve been staring at my arms.”

 

Ben hesitated at first, but Roger was right. As hard as it was to admit, Ben found that mountain of muscle irresistible. His outstretched right hand grabbed ahold of Roger’s upper arm, and tried to squeeze but the bicep’s hardness didn’t budge. Suddenly, Ben’s left hand was also in on the action, exploring the size and density of Roger’s arm.    

 

“You like?”

 

“I like a lot.”

 

Ben started to feel embarrassed by the realization that he was oggling Roger’s big muscles like a four year old with a circus strong man.  He pulled back his hands and started to look away.

 

“Thanks for the show, Roger, maybe I should be going.”

 

“Not on your life.  My turn.”

 

“What?”

 

“Come on show me your best flex.”

 

“No, Roger, mine are nothing compared to you.”

 

“I’ll be the judge of that. Come on, arms up.”

 

Ben hesitantly lifted both his arms to his side and moved his hands to his head to show his biceps.

 

“Oh come one, you can do better than that..”

 

Standing inches in front of Ben, Roger’s arms reached out at either side and his hands encircled both of Ben’s clenched hands as he moved Ben’s arms into place for a double-bicep pose.

 

“Come on, stud, tense. Let me see what you got.”

 

The closeness of Roger’s incredible muscularity started to make Ben a little weak in the knees.  Even as Roger manipulated Ben’s arm to heighten his bicep’s peak, Ben couldn’t help watching the bulging mounds in Roger’s arms.  What Ben displayed was impressive, but it was like comparing a baseball to a volleyball. Nevertheless, Ben did his best to tense his arms to come as close to Roger’s show as he could.

 

Roger now stood directly in front of Ben, with a hand firmly grasping each of Ben’s wrists, applying pressure to reinforce the tension Ben in Ben’s arms. With a pleased grin, Rogers’s head moved from side to side as he assessed Ben’s efforts.

 

“Yeah guy, that’s nice. Show Daddy some muscle.”

 

Ben was startled by Roger’s words, but held his position as best he could as Roger’s hands let go of heir grasp of Ben’s wrist and moved gradually down Ben’s arms, feeling the stress of the flexed muscles.  When he got to Ben’s biceps, his fingers stretched out as if attempting to measure their girth.  

 

“Big and hard, just the way I like em.  Not as big and hard as mine, but still nice”

 

Ben felt Roger’s hands continue to move down Ben’s flexed arms and then up the back of Ben’s shoulders until they were behind Ben’s back grabbing the back of Ben’s shoulders.  Suddenly Roger used his hold on Ben’s shoulders to pull Ben in toward him. Their chests pressed into each other.  Ben looked into Roger’s grinning face, now just inches away from his.

 

“I got you finally.”

 

Ben felt Roger’s hands drop down behind Ben’s back and grab and squeeze each of Ben’s butt cheeks.  Roger’s powerful arms pulled Ben’s crotch hard against Roger’s mid section, almost lifting Ben off the ground. Ben could feel Roger’s hard cock pressing against Ben’s lower abs. Ben felt a moment of panic at being held in the grip of a determined larger and more powerful man.  

 

“Relax Ben, you know you want this.”

 

Ben then felt Roger’s lips pressing against is own. However, rather than resist, Ben’s arms as if not under his control, reached around Roger and pulled their upper bodies tighter together, and his hips began to push against’s Roger’s hips.  Ben’s lips slowly began to open.

 

Ben woke up suddenly, feeling the jolt of a sudden forceful ejaculation.