Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories

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    He decided to try a news stand he sometimes had luck at. Sure enough, there was a guy, reading a muscle mag. Big guy, 6’2”, maybe 6’3”, with a big chest, big arms. His legs looked strong. And he had attitude. He was so sure he was hot. That really turned Bobby on. He would be perfect to practice hojojutsu on, perfect to beat down and tie up. 
    When Bobby went and stood close to him, the guy didn’t move away.
    Bobby spoke to him: ‘You like Asian guys?’ 
    The guy didn’t even look up from his magazine, but he said, ‘race doesn’t matter to me, bud.’ Then he closed the magazine, put it back on the rack and gave Bobby a long look up and down. Bobby was wearing his sleeveless black muscle shirt. He was sure he looked good. He’d been working on his arms. 
    The guy said, ‘What do you like to do?’
    ‘Like to wrestle?’ asked Bobby.
    ‘Think you can handle me?’ said the big guy.
    ‘Sure.’ said Bobby. ‘Easy.’
    ‘You gonna use karate or something on me?’
    ‘Maybe something. I won’t hurt you too bad, though.’
    ‘Gee, thanks. What about after wrestling? What do you like to do then?’
    ‘If I’m on top, I’m gonna fuck you. If I want you to fuck me, I’ll be on the bottom.’
    ‘You’re pretty sure you’re gonna be in control?’ said the guy.
    ‘Yep,’ said Bobby. He knew this was exactly the right strategy to get this guy who was very physical, very proud of his size and strength.
    ‘Your place or mine?’ said the guy. Then he stuck out his hand to shake and said, ‘My name’s Mitch, by the way.’ 
    ‘I’m Bobby. Let’s use my place. I’ve got the room I need to toss you around.’ He and Mitch both grinned.
    As soon as they got to Bobby’s, they pulled off their clothes and the more Bobby saw, the more he liked what he saw. Mitch was big and solid from top to bottom. And that dick, long and thick! And a beautiful set of balls. This guy was hung. He’d be perfect to use the rope on.
    Bobby unrolled a mat for them to wrestle on and said, ‘We can start with you getting a hold on me. Lock me up any way you want.’
    Mitch shook his head. ‘I don’t need you to help me.’ Then he moved in fast, trying to take Bobby down with a leg sweep. He knew some martial arts, just enough to get himself into trouble, because instead of trying to get away, Bobby stepped in toward Mitch, ducking, turning and grabbing Mitch’s arm, slamming his butt up into Mitch’s waist, hoisting the big guy up and then tossing him over.
    Mitch landed hard and was stunned by the impact. Maybe he’d never been tossed that hard before. Bobby had to stop himself from rushing in and finishing him off. He wanted to keep this going for a little bit. He really did like throwing big guys around.
    Mitch tried another attack. Bobby flipped him again, this time holding on to him and rolling him up and locking Mitch’s head under his knee. He knew the hold was very painful and he released it almost immediately. When Mitch got back to his feet this time, he looked shaken and wobbly. Bobby was a little annoyed, to tell the truth. So many of these guys just weren’t in shape. They pushed weights and did their cardio but they didn’t work on their breathing or their meditation. They didn’t have a clue about chi. They didn’t have iron inside them. 
    He asked Mitch if he was OK. The big guy shook himself a little and said, ‘Yeah. You’re tricky.’
    That made Bobby mad. Whenever an Asian guy won, they said he was ‘tricky’. He was beating Mitch very fairly. Well, anyway, he couldn’t fool around any more. He wanted to try out his hojojutsu while the big guy still had some chance of resisting.
    ‘Why don’t you catch your breath,’ said Bobby. He went over to a cabinet to get the rope and was a little surprised to sense Mitch coming at him from behind. He hadn’t thought Mitch would do something like that. Maybe the guy had some true fighting spirit, after all.
    Mitch wrapped his arms around Bobby’s neck, but Bobby was still able to reach into the cabinet and get the rope. With his free hand, he grabbed and twisted Mitch’s wrist. breaking the lock on his neck and then forcing Mitch down on to his knees.
    Still holding the lock with one hand, he used his other to loop the rope around Mitch’s wrist. He held one end of it in his teeth as he tightened the loop and tied it off.
    ‘What are you doing?’ asked Mitch. It was hard for him to say this because he was in a lot of