Bullheaded

Johnny.” He held out his hand.
    The blond ignored it and leaned in to waft an air kiss beside either cheek. “Christian, and I’ve had as much booze as I can handle for one night. I’m such a lightweight! And I’d much rather handle fabulous you.”
    “You might be too much for me to handle,” Johnny said, wondering if he was too deep in unfamiliar waters. He stared at Christian’s eye makeup. He had on blue eyeliner and mascara, and Johnny found himself wondering if the smoothness of Christian’s skin was due to foundation. His perfectly bowed lips were so pink and shiny Johnny suspected lip gloss.
    “I don’t do restroom sex,” Christian announced. “But I can host. I rent a house with a few friends.”
    “You never do bathroom sex?”
    “Restrooms! Ew! Especially in a place like this.” Christian ran his hand over Johnny’s belt.
    Just in time, Johnny twisted his hips away to avoid getting a hand planted on his crotch in the middle of the bar. “I’m not crazy about bathrooms either. Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed Christian’s hand to stop it from roaming and pulled him toward the door, much to Christian’s delight.
    “Oh, you big strong brute! Using force on me! Too, too hot-making. Bye, girls! I’ve got a date!”
    Feeling intensely embarrassed by the high-pitched squeals of “darlings” and “have fun, ladies,” behind him, Johnny plowed through the crowd and out the door. At this point it was Christian who had a grip on him he couldn’t shake without hurting the smaller man.
    “Where we going?” he growled. The things he was willing to do to bust a nut. The way Christian was hanging on to him, no one could mistake them for strangers or not know what they were about to do to each other.
    “It’s within walking distance. One of the Victorian houses in the rocking downtown area. I could never afford it by myself, but I got a group of friends together and we rent. We all get along, most of the time. They’re going to be so jealous when they see you!”
    “I thought they already saw us at the bar.”
    “Oh, that’s not them. Most of my roommates are staying in tonight, playing strip Yahtzee.”
    “Jesus,” Johnny muttered. What had he gotten himself into?
    Christian kept up a flow of one-sided conversation that made the walk seem shorter than Johnny expected. The house was also the opposite way from his motel, which might prove useful when he wanted to make his escape. Even though Christian wore hot-pink Converse, he didn’t seem like the athletic type.
    Johnny had hoped Christian might sneak him upstairs, but he guessed wrong. Instead Christian marched him right through the front room, where a group of good-looking, slim young men in various stages of undress all stared at him with frank interest.
    “Is he for us? You brought us a prize! Darling, introduce him immediately.”
    “Hands off, bitches. He’s all mine and all man,” Christian said, hanging on to Johnny’s arm with both hands. “I told you going out was the only way to bag one. The bar is overflowing with butch cock tonight. You should go there. Now!”
    “Oooh, get a load of the package on her!” said a dark man, staring at Johnny’s crotch.
    “I’m winning! Maybe she’d like to play with me,” blurted another, clad in only a jockstrap.
    Embarrassing as it was, Johnny’s dick swelled looking at the group of cute, half-naked guys hanging all over each other, so he was relieved when Christian pulled him away.
    “Have fun with your game, children, while I have adult triple X-rated fun with a real man! No eavesdropping at the door!” Christian tugged him to an ornately carved staircase. “Up here.”
    The minute they were inside his room, Christian knelt at Johnny’s feet and ran his hands over his thighs. “You must work out a lot. You’re so hot. Are you negative? I am. I’ve got condoms; you want to fuck me?”
    “I don’t fuck.”
    “Oh, are you one of the straight boys who pretend not to be queer when they’re dicking a manpussy?”
    “No, I’m gay all right.” Johnny gave him a wolfish grin.
    “Then perhaps you’ve taken a vow of chastity so you can’t fuck? Are you a nun, Sister Johnny?” Christian’s face was solemn and he held his hands as if in prayer, but his eyes gleamed with wicked fun. “You’re in safe hands with me, because blow jobs don’t count as sex. Everyone knows that.”
    “No, my vocation lies in getting a cock in my mouth, pronto. I like it as much