Ben is bigger than I thought and is a lot more than meets the eye. He's definitely got size and the definition is there. At the coffee shop when everyone was talking about the veins in their arms and how to make them pronounced I saw him lift his arm into a quick little bicep flex and it was impressive.

After coffee I invited everyone over to hang out in my basement and eventually everyone left and it was just the two of us. I just waved the last guest goodbye out the backdoor and was locking it when he walked over.

"Oh you don't need to lock it, these guns will scare off any intruders," he said raising his arms into a double bicep flex.

I scoffed and said, "I guess you're the only thing I need to be afraid of." He stepped close to me, the air between our bodies was warm.

"Are you intimidated by me?" he asked. Ben was about 4 inches taller than me and weighed maybe 15 or 20lbs more. He was slim but packed with muscle. I had to turn my head up the slightest bit to look into his eyes.

"No," you replied after some consideration. Then he shoved me back into the glass door, stepped even closer, and grabbed me by the wrists. I could feel my body sandwiched between the cold, hard glass and his warm, solid muscles. I could feel his hard on pressed against my waist. He held my wrists pinned down against the door behind.

"You should be," he responded. Then he let go of my wrists, grabbed the center of his shirt, and ripped it straight off. Then he took a step back, leaned forward, and rested his open palms on the door, surrounding me with his arms.

I reached out and set my hand on his muscular chest, leaned in, and started kissing him.

He backed off for a second and laughed a little bit as he said, "I could break you."

Then he moved his hand to my neck so that he could grip my throat.

I smiled and said softly, "Please."

He stepped in closer so his hard cock was pressed against me and he applied a little pressure to my throat. He smiled as I jumped a little unexpectedly.

"I'll show you some power," he smirked.

We were sitting on the edge of his bed watching a movie. I was extremely aware of every place where our bodies were touching - our thighs and the sides of our legs, my torso nuzzled just the slightest bit into his larger frame.

We were watching Beauty and the Beast and he said, "I don't really know if I'm more like Gaston because of the guns or the Beast because I am one."

I laughed and he said, "Im gonna go with the Beast because I'm going to hold you captive," as he wrapped his arms around me into a bear hug. I squirmed and struggled to get out but I was no match for Ben.

His strong arms wrapped around me and pinned mine to the sides of my body. He was wearing a muscle shirt that was a little too small but I wasn't complaining. The view of his buff arms was incredibly seductive. My back laying on top of his muscular chest. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass through his gym shorts. He even trapped my legs. His quads were stronger than mine despite me doing crew for a year longer than him and my calves were no match for his abnormally large ones.

Next he quickly released me from his bear hug and put me in a full nelson.