Bullheaded

start by going to your room.”
    March seemed only mildly startled. He put a bill on the table and rose. “Well, all right, then. Let’s go.”

    W HILE Johnny was wrestling his boots off, March stripped with a few fluid movements. Naked, he was tanned all over and not quite as trim as he’d seemed in his clothing. He slapped the slight pooch of his stomach. “There’s a six-pack under there somewhere, I swear. Do what I can in the gym, I’ve still got love handles.” He leered cheerfully. “However, I earned them fair and square and they’re available for you to hang on to when I’m drilling you.”
    “You look pretty damn good to me.” Johnny meant it. Even though March might have put on a few pounds since his prime, it was easy to tell he still worked out. His biceps and shoulders were massive and rock hard. Maybe when he said he was in construction it meant he really built things, not just told other people what he wanted done. They were the kind of muscles a man earned through actual physical labor, not just the toning exercises at the gym. His firm chest was covered with silver hair that matched his head, and gradually grew darker as it trailed down the center of his abdomen to a black cloud between his legs. His cock was long, thick, and hard, encircled by black bushy hair.
    When Johnny was naked, he stood up to allow the other man to look him over. During all the dating and tricks since he left Cody, he’d never gotten naked with any of them before. He wasn’t quite sure why he wanted to now, but the admiration glinting in March’s eyes made him feel good.
    March came closer and murmured, “You are so damn fuckable, Johnny Arrow. I’m going to enjoy you.”
    Johnny might have protested that he wasn’t there to get fucked, but before he could, March’s mouth took his hostage. Not that the older man jammed his tongue down his throat; his approach was more sensual, licking, tasting, capturing Johnny’s lip between his teeth and pulling gently and releasing before sliding their tongues together again. Johnny shivered as their naked skin brushed together and wrapped his arms around March, running his hands up and down his sides.
    With a low, shaky laugh, March broke the kiss and said, “You taste even sweeter than I thought.”
    “You’re pretty damn hot yourself,” Johnny said.
    “I know.” March sounded amused. “Sex is more than a hard dick and a perfect body, but damn, boy, your body and face are downright beautiful. I don’t say that to too many boys.” He ran his fingers over the tattoo. “Stunning. Some tattoos are ugly, but the way this design wraps around your body is perfect. Tight, taut, lean. You’ll have to tell me the story later, boy, but right now….”
    For some reason it didn’t bother Johnny when March called him “boy.” Maybe it was the age difference, or maybe he had more confidence in his own ability to control where things were going. It was intensely satisfying to be the focus of such a man’s attention because he was quite sure March was interested in him , Johnny, not scoring a closeted bullfighter or some random younger man. He decided to enjoy whatever March had to offer.
    The next thing on offer turned out to be March dropping to his knees and grabbing his ass to start blowing him. It took his breath away how aggressively March went to town on his cock, licking and sucking him until his balls were wet.
    Then suddenly March pushed him to his knees and presented his cock to Johnny’s lips for his attention. He did his best, learning the sensitive spots by March’s reactions and gasps, teasing under the ridge with his tongue, blowing on wet skin to cool it suddenly and just as suddenly taking him in to the root. March grabbed the back of his head, holding him immobile by his hair while he fucked Johnny’s mouth, sometimes plugging his throat with his deep thrusts and making it a challenge to catch a breath. Johnny enjoyed every minute.
    Then March lifted him and pushed him onto the bed before blanketing him with his body. The warmth and weight pressing him down felt good. Only now Johnny realized how much he’d prevented other men from touching him, even while getting and giving pleasure. This felt personal, as if March were practically surrounding him with his mass and personality, but not as if he was swallowing him whole. Johnny hadn’t felt small or cherished in a long time, and he liked it.
    He also liked how quickly March discovered the