Gay Erotic Stories

Jim's a 24 year old man. Owning his own gym always gave him time to work out. He stands 5'10", weight of 250 solid pounds. Since high school, Jim has worked out and studied several forms of martial arts. He had learned how to incorporate working out and martial arts to tone his body to the fullest extent. He has bright blue eyes, shoulder length black hair, tight little muscled butt. And a large 12" cock, he liked to show off with wearing tight clothes. All the ladies wanted him, but he prefered men. He liked to fuck long and hard. He had built a dungeon in his basement, and liked to get guys tied up and abuse them when ever he could. He liked to test there endurance. He was never fucked. He did all the fucking, but only to guys that wanted it. He never forced himself on any man. He always thougth sex should & always be consentual between all parties. Jim was one that everyone liked. He was always cheerful, and always willing to help a neighbor out if they needed it. Most people didn't even know he was gay. One thing he enjoyed doing was giving martial arts classes to children. And if the parents couldn't afford it, most of the time Jim didn't charge him.

Jim liked to frequent a few local bars. One in particular was a leather bar that had backrooms with different bondage gear that patrons could use, for a price. Jim didn't care for the owner. The owner was a 45 year old bear of a man. He stood over 6'2", and weighed close to 300 lbs. His name is Jack. The bar wasn't Jack's only sorce of income. He had a stable of young men, and boys, he would prostitute out to anyone to make a buck. Most of the boys stayed at his large house, because most of them were runaways, or had trouble with their families. Jack knew how to talk to them, and act like a father figure. He also supplied a lot of drugs to his clientel, for a fee of course. Most people didn't know Jack was into all this illegal activities, and the ones that did know, turned a blind eye to it.

Since Jim frequented his bar often, Jack had seen him numerous times. Jim always came in wearing tight jeans, and a leather vest. Showing off his hard rock body, large muscled chest, tight muscled ass. And most couldn't miss the large bulge. Even when soft, it was huge. Jim was hit on a few times, but he kindly let it be known he was a top and only a top. He was always freindly to the bartender, waiters, and other patrons in the bar. And he rarely ever left alone. Jack had made several attempts to get Jim back to his place. He not only wanted to fuck the young studs ass, he wanted him to join his stable. He knew he could make some big money with this stud. Jim didn't care for Jack at all. He thought he was an arrogant, sloppy, stinky old man, but he tried to polite whenever Jack came on to him.

Until one night, Jim couldn't take the old man anymore. Jim was standing at the bar drinking a beer and Jack came up behind him. Jack reached around and grabbed Jim's crotch. While squeezing it Jack whispered in Jim's ear, "We could make a lot of money with you." Jim reached down, grabbed Jack's hand and twisted it backwards. Jack screamed in pain, and fell to his knees. Jim shouted, "I don't deal with dirt like you, and if you touch me again, I'll break your fucking wrist." Jim paid is bar bill and started walking out the door. He heard Jack scream, "I'll get you, you mother fucker." Jack was pissed off, and embarrassedd. No one had ever taken him down like that, and in the middle of his bar. Jim didn't give it a second thought. He thought it was a empty threat made by a drunk man. He wasn't wooried, maybe he should have been.