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

him.
    Despite everything, Mitch was still tight, which of course was great for Bobby. This guy probably hadn’t been fucked much. Bobby pushed his way in ... steadily, steadily, keeping on and then he was in. Mitch winced and grunted. His eyes were shut tight. His mouth was twisted. He was in pain but it was sweet pain and it was going to get better.
    Bobby began with slow, deep strokes and gradually built up the rhythm. Soon he was slamming his hips into Mitch, pumping him, pumping him, working him hard. This big white boy was his now, his, he was on top, he was always on top with these guys. And as he screwed Mitch, words came out of his mouth that he’d heard himself say before but always surprised him, ‘Big muscle man, you’re my pussyboy now, you’re my pussyboy.’ He was gonna fuck this guy ’til he screamed and begged for mercy.
    ‘Ahhhhh ...’ a long gasping ‘ahhhhh ...’ and Mitch shook with orgasm and his come shot out suddenly. One load flew right past Bobby’s face. But Bobby wasn’t finished. He kept his dick in, kept working Mitch, harder, harder, harder. 
    ‘Stop. Please stop. Ohhh, please stop.’
    Bobby pulled out and pulled off the rubber and grabbed his dick and at the same time did an internal hold-back technique, making his come re-circulate within him, creating the intense internal vibration that took him to a total ecstasy that lasted and lasted and lasted...
    Some time later, as he came down from his passion, he was aware of Mitch struggling to get the rope off. The knots couldn’t be untied by just anyone. You had to know what you were doing. Bobby knelt down and very gently freed Mitch’s cock and balls, then the knot holding the rope around his neck.
    They lay next to each other, each lost in their after time. After a while, Mitch said, ‘Got a beer?’ Like it had just been some kind of routine sex. Hadn’t he made any impression on this guy?
    Bobby whirled on Mitch, pushing him down and sitting on his chest, jamming his knees into him so hard Mitch could hardly breathe. ‘Were you scared of me?’ said Bobby.
    Mitch, completely stunned by this, said nothing.
    ‘Were you?’ said Bobby. ‘Were you?’ The rage was building in him. He bent toward Mitch’s face, thinking of terrible things he could do to this guy, really painful, crippling things. Finally, Mitch said, ‘Yeah, man. You scared me. You’re scaring me now.’
    ‘OK,’ said Bobby, after a beat, ‘OK.’ The rage was ebbing away. ‘Come on. Let’s get that beer. You want a shower?’
    ‘Sure,’ said Mitch. He seemed a little wary. What would Bobby do next? 
    ‘It’s all right now,’ said Bobby. ‘Come on.’
    Later, after their showers, as they were drinking their beers, Bobby asked Mitch if he was OK. 
    ‘That was intense,’ said Mitch. ‘No one ever handled me like that before.’
    ‘You like it?’ asked Bobby.
    ‘I dunno. Kinda rough. Yeah, I guess. How come you got so crazy?’
    Bobby just shrugged, but he knew it was a good question. What was he so mad about? Mitch hadn’t done anything wrong. What did he want from these guys?
    Bobby and Mitch became regular fuck buddies after, but they never had a scene quite like their first because Bobby was afraid he might go too far out of control and into a kind of frenzy. He had to control himself, he had to make this anger of his go away. Then something very special happened to Bobby Lo.
    It was a Sunday morning. Bobby was lying alone in bed, thinking about Mitch, about that chest, those legs, that hard white ass. His dick was hard. But he had agreed to help his sister by driving his nephew Laurence downtown, to Union Station, to an exhibit they were having, something about Los Angeles’ Old Chinatown. Laurence was doing a report on it for school. 
    On the way there, Laurence explained that the Chinese used to live where Union Station was now. Back in 1939, to clear the site for the station, Chinatown was torn down and moved up the hill. Nearly 50 years later, during the excavations for the new subway, the workers had dug up remnants of the original Chinatown. That’s what the exhibit was about.
    ‘How come your whole class isn’t going?’ asked Bobby.
    ‘It’s for extra credit.’
    ‘Wouldn’t you like be at the beach on a beautiful day like this? I could take us there.’
    Laurence laughed and said no. He knew his Uncle Bobby was only teasing ... well, half-teasing. 
    Then Bobby asked, ‘Why do you need extra credit?