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Glad you liked it.  I know dreams sequences are in a way cheating, but I thought it worked into Ben's internal struggle with his feelings about Roger.

 

 

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[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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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.

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Whoa, that was sort off unexpected. But on some part it was, Roger and Tom both were so awesome at the start but seeing their personalities, they were too different for it to truly work out, at least for now. Maybe when Tom comes to find out what it means to actually work more and be on his own. That he needs to balance his work outs and his sexual fun with actual work. Maybe things could work out. But Tom seems to carefree still. ^^;; But I definitely hope that Roger will be able to get a happy ever after though. ^w^ <3

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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. 

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