Bullheaded

even though the man’s arms felt like iron bands around him. He didn’t have to use any force; he could do it simply with a word and the strength of his own conviction. It was a gift more powerful than the orgasms March had given him, and Johnny wanted to thank March for revealing something he hadn’t known about himself. Even more wonderful was sleeping in a man’s arms again. It had been lonely since he left Cody, but he’d never wanted to actually sleep with any of the men he “slept” with until now.
    Struggling to face March, Johnny twisted in his arms ’til they were face-to-face. He didn’t know how long he had lain there thinking, but March was awake and waiting for him when he got there. Wordlessly, Johnny kissed March, enjoying the taste of him, the sweep of his tongue in his mouth, the way March confidently explored his body.
    Their hands roamed over, under, between, avoiding their genitals until the tease was too much. He could feel March’s cock beginning to thicken and rise. March shoved a leg between Johnny’s and levered his thigh up to get access to his dick. With their hands caressing each other, they made out until they came.
    Johnny could feel March’s breath in his mouth when the other man said, “Damn, three times in one night. Not bad for a man getting on in years.”
    “Or for a young one either.”
    “So fucking hot. Sizzling. How old are you, son?”
    “Twenty-three. You?”
    “Well, damn. I’m sixty-two.” For the first time March seemed hesitant, as if waiting for Johnny to react in shock.
    “I bet you were fucking hot at any age.”
    “True, but I’m naturally uplifted around you.”
    Johnny laughed at the terrible pun.
    Regretfully, March said, “I feel like I lured you here under false pretenses. I never even bought you a proper dinner.”
    “You fed me well enough.” Johnny licked his lips and smiled, thinking of March’s cock filling his mouth.
    March trailed his fingers through Johnny’s hair and toyed with a long lock. “Beautiful. But you need to get some sleep if you’re going to escape another tongue-lashing from your boss.”
    “Mmm, tongue-lashing,” Johnny teased.
    “In the morning,” March promised.
    Johnny cuddled closer and fell asleep in March’s arms once again.

    B Y FIRST light, they wrestled for dominance on the bed. Sometimes Johnny was on top, straddling March’s sturdy body and rubbing against him, but eventually he ended up on the bottom as March kissed him.
    “Where you belong,” March taunted with a wolfish grin as he pinned Johnny’s hands. “I’m gonna fuck you like I did last night.”
    “I’m sorry I can’t but—”
    “Never apologize, boy. Everything has its pros and cons. I’d love to get in that tight little ass, but this way, I don’t need to use a condom.”
    March’s cock was already cradled between his thighs, and Johnny arched up to meet the other man’s thrusts, wanting the friction of his stomach against his own dick. March kept him firmly pinned, and having to keep his legs together didn’t give him much range of motion. Johnny decided he liked a little domination in bed after all, which made him think of Cody. Firmly, he thrust Cody out of his mind, instead focusing on March’s face above him, watching it get sweaty and red as he pounded away.
    His orgasm seemed to catch him by surprise because March grunted and moved faster, making them bounce on the mattress. Again, the heat of his seed between his legs, coating his balls and trickling between his buttocks, made Johnny squirm with arousal. Then he was pinned for real as March collapsed on him, breathing heavily, his head buried in Johnny’s hair.
    Johnny was still hard and aching to come, but he didn’t want to push March aside even though he hoped the other man wouldn’t fall asleep on him. But he underestimated him. March pushed himself up and kissed Johnny’s lips. “We’re not done yet.”
    “You’re a sex machine,” Johnny teased.
    “You’re right about that, even though you think you’re kidding.” March did a push-up over Johnny’s body in perfect form and rolled off the bed.
    Before Johnny could move, March wrapped his hand around his calf behind the knee and dragged him to the edge of the bed. “If you were willing to let me fuck you, I’d deep-dick you on the side of this bed ’til you begged me to come, but since we’re not going there—”
    Johnny cried out as March cupped his buttocks in both hands and lifted his