Bullheaded

ride.” Cody leaned down to rub his cheek against Johnny’s. “I thought I was going to bust a nut watching you. Maybe you should only do private rides for me from now on. Naked.”
    “Yeah, right. I was riding a fucking bull.”
    “And looking hot and beautiful and doing it really fine.” Cody sat next to Johnny and grabbed his hand. “What’s the matter?”
    “Why’d you keep telling me what to do?”
    “When?”
    “While I was riding. Like I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing.”
    Cody looked surprised. “I was just encouraging you. You know I can’t shut up. I’d love it if you changed your mind and started riding again. You were doing great, 90 points at least. If we were in the ring for real, you’d be brushing confetti off your hat.”
    Johnny bit his lip. Cody was trying to be nice and this was totally the wrong time to bring it up, but he did anyway. “How old you think Bobby Blue is?”
    “I told you before, age doesn’t make a difference with us. Yeah, I’m older, wiser, better looking—ow!”
    It was grim satisfaction to watch as Cody rubbed his arm where he’d punched him. “You’re definitely older.” Then Johnny regretted the jibe at the fleeting look of pain on his partner’s face.
    “Gee, I come out here full of compliments and you jump down my throat. What’s got you so touchy?”
    “Don’t keep telling me I’m younger and you get to make all the decisions.” Johnny folded his arms and stared into the darkness. “And stop telling me what to do.”
    “All right. I’m sorry.”
    Furiously, Johnny tried to hold on to his grudge, but he couldn’t in the face of the simple apology, even though he was sure Cody was apologizing for the wrong reasons. “You want to have sex, don’t you?”
    “Well, I was going to say ‘make love, not war,’ but I guess I missed my cue.”
    “Can you ask without putting it in a cliché?”
    “Ride a cowboy, save a horse?”
    “You gotta trot that moldy old one out every time we have sex?” Johnny laughed. “Geez, sometimes you suck.”
    “I’d certainly be willing to do that. Or fuck you, baby.” Cody leaned closer and leered where Johnny could see him by the light from the window. “You get me so hot.”
    “You sweet talker. You sure know how to get into a guy’s pants.” Johnny stood up abruptly. “Okay, let’s go do it.” He turned his back on Cody and led the way inside.
    “The benefits of age and wisdom,” Cody said. “One day, my son, you too will have this precious gift.”
    Johnny undressed silently, watching Cody strip on the other side of the bed, their eyes locked together. Cody used no Chippendale arts when removing his clothes, but his body was so ripped and muscled Johnny was glad he didn’t have to pay an entry fee to see it. He stroked himself as they stood face-to-face, examining each other’s body.
    “I want you so bad,” Cody whispered.
    “Get on the bed. On your back.”
    Cody threw himself onto the bed and Johnny walked on his knees on the mattress and bent to lick Cody’s cock.
    “Oh yeah, babe. You know what I like.”
    Again a wave of irritation rattled him, but Johnny shook it off. If Cody wanted him to ride him, he wanted it hard. He cupped Cody’s nuts and fondled them as he kissed and licked his erection.
    “Glove up,” Johnny said finally, sitting up and wiping his mouth. He got up on his knees and held out a hand for the lube, twisting to reach behind him to shove lubed fingers up his hole. He didn’t bother to stretch much; for some reason he wanted to feel this tomorrow. Most likely Cody wouldn’t ask him to ride after today’s show anyhow.
    When Cody was ready and holding his erection upright, Johnny straddled him and reached behind to grab Cody’s cock. The first moment when the head penetrated his hole was painful and he groaned at the burning stretch, but sat down on it slowly until he was fully impaled.
    Only then did he lean forward to kiss Cody, enclosing them both behind the curtain of his hair.

    J OHNNY ’ S groan echoed his. The room was cool but the inside of Johnny’s body was burning hot like a volcano.
    Cody reached to hold Johnny’s hips still, watching his partner’s face as he struggled to accept his girth. He knew the moment when Johnny relaxed enough to take him, feeling the muscles grab him and pull him in deeper.
    Johnny’s cock had wilted a little in the entry, so Cody stroked him slowly until it started to rise and point to the ceiling.