Bullheaded

“Ride me, baby,” he whispered.
    That afternoon the others had seen an athlete in the prime of life riding a bull, but this was what Cody had seen as he watched Johnny. In his mind, the slim body was naked, impaled on his cock, thighs straining as Johnny ground slowly against him. His hole clenched and worked around him with an insistent rhythm that drove him crazy with lust.
    As he watched the slow roll of Johnny’s hips and the slide of his skin over taut stomach muscles, Cody ran his hands up and down Johnny’s sides. That same fluid, sinuous grace displayed in his ride that afternoon marked his movements now, his body victorious and ascendant as he undulated on Cody’s cock.
    His hips moved in response to Johnny’s movements, rising to meet him. Cody planted his feet on the mattress to give himself some leverage. Usually he would turn Johnny over onto his hands and knees and jackhammer them both home, but he couldn’t miss this. Johnny’s hips rolled forward, his torso swaying smoothly in a taunting imitation of what he’d done on the bull’s back earlier as their slow, deliberate fucking built to a crescendo.
    Johnny’s head fell back and his mouth gaped open, gasping for air as his hand became a blur on his own cock. Cody was helpless to lend a hand; he felt as though he had to hang on for the ride, as rough as it was, or Johnny might just fly away from him. This was going to be hard and fast. He was thrusting up into Johnny like mad now, both of them slick and glistening with their mingled sweat, until Johnny cried out, the white pearly drops shooting from his cock to land on Cody’s skin, hot as lava, burning a brand into his hide.
    The feeling of Johnny’s hole clamping down on him made him start to shoot, and he just kept on shooting ’til fireworks blinded his eyes. He imagined the roar of the crowd in the stands and the confetti falling around as Johnny finally slumped forward and came to rest against his chest.
    His arms were shaking as he circled his partner and held him as they panted for air and their sweat cooled.
    “I think that was another 90-point ride,” Cody muttered in a hollow voice.
    “At least a hundred,” Johnny mumbled. “My cheeks are so powerful that when I flex I can shake the world.”
    Cody chuckled. “The earth certainly moved for me.”
    “Good,” Johnny said. “Hope you’re up for the short round.”
    “I could go another round,” Cody protested, but his cock went limp and fell out anyway. “Tomorrow,” he added. “You fucked the come out of me.”
    Johnny slid off Cody to the side and raised his head before immediately dropping it to the pillow and putting his hand to his forehead. He giggled. “I think you fucked me dizzy.”
    “Bottom takes care of the condom,” Cody said.
    “You’re on your own tonight, cowboy.” Johnny closed his eyes as a satisfied smile curved his lips.
    On shaky legs, Cody went to the bathroom to clean up. He was too tired for a shower, so he just ran a wet washcloth over his body.
    When he came back, he stood looking down at Johnny sleeping for a long time before bending to press a kiss to his forehead. “Am too older and wiser.”

Chapter 7:
Getting In and Out Quickly

    “T ODAY I’m going to show you the art of getting in and out of the chute quickly,” Cody announced.
    The look of disgust on Bobby Blue’s face was priceless. “Man, are we ever going to get on top of a bull?”
    “Absolutely. Why don’t you show us all how great you are in the chute right now? Show me that maybe I don’t need to go over this basic stuff. RJ?”
    “Motherbucker coming right up.” RJ’s grin did not bode well for Bobby Blue.
    “Get your safety gear on,” Cody ordered.
    “You mean now?”
    A quick glance told Cody that Bobby Blue had figured out he was being played somehow, but he was determined to prove he knew more than he actually did know. “No time like the present if you want to ride.”
    Johnny lounged on the top rail, grinning. Travis covered his mouth, pretending to spit politely but really hiding a smirk. The other three young riders all took a step back as if announcing they weren’t lining up behind Bobby Blue for a turn.
    “Need help with that gear?” Cody asked.
    “No thanks.”
    As Bobby Blue struggled with his vest, RJ came back leading a handsome animal with a glossy brown hide shading to black at the face and legs to the outer gate. Cody knew all the boys could see was the brown hide moving