Bullheaded

hips off the bed, and swallowed his dick suddenly to the root. His blowjob was insistent and demanding, as if Johnny owed him another orgasm. He hovered on the edge, the tingle in his balls building slowly after their night of debauchery. March pulled off and stuck his fingers in his mouth before leaning down to lick his dick again. Johnny clenched when he felt the finger circling his hole, but it felt too good to resist the fingering as March worked his way in. Unerringly, he found Johnny’s prostate and stroked over it in time to the frantic thrusts of Johnny’s hips. It was what Johnny had needed to push him over the edge, and then he was falling into ecstasy. The pleasure was almost piercingly painful as March milked him until he came for the fourth time in twelve hours.
    Feeling drained and replete, Johnny lay limp on the bed as March dropped next to him and pulled him closer. “I wanted to give you a night to remember, but damn, you’ve given me some serious memories to treasure,” he said. “And some prime jack-off material for slow nights.”
    “I can’t believe you have slow nights.”
    “Not often, but not too many nights match up to this.” March’s voice was wistful.
    “I’ll never forget you, that’s for sure,” Johnny said in a hollow voice. “You’ll remember me too.”
    “That I will, darling.”

    B OTH of them were too drained to come again, but it didn’t prevent them from taking a long, sensuous shower, sliding their sudsy bodies together. They ended up kissing for a long time under the stream of water. Johnny was grateful for the water disguising a few embarrassing tears. It had been an unexpectedly romantic, hot, sexy night, and he knew he’d miss March when it was time to leave. Not that he’d fallen in love, but it was a revelation to realize he could have.
    It scared him a little to think that he could love someone other than Cody. Even though he was the one who’d left, his feelings for his ex had kept him relatively untouched after the separation. Now March had unlocked that door and charged through, leaving it open behind him.
    After they dried off and dressed, March surprised Johnny by inviting him out to breakfast.
    “Not a date, just two friends grabbing a meal.”
    “I really have to get going—”
    “You don’t have to be at the ring until later, and you have to eat anyway.” March took Johnny’s arm and guided him to the door. “I’m buying. We had a good time in bed, why not at the table?”
    Without resistance, Johnny allowed March to propel him to the elevator. To his relief, March dropped his arm before the doors slid open to reveal other guests. If he’d wanted to, he could have made a break for it and returned to his own motel room, but there was safety in numbers. Out of all his dates, Johnny found himself liking March the most, although on the surface they didn’t seem to have much in common other than their raging libidos.
    March kept reminding him of Cody in a good way. He was old enough to be relaxed with himself, not controlling or needy or so fixated on his own pleasure that Johnny felt like an interchangeable sex toy. Johnny snorted a little with laughter at the thought.
    “What?” March murmured. The doors slid open and he led the way to the restaurant. It was dimly lit and looked expensive to Johnny. He was glad he wasn’t paying.
    Thinking March would enjoy it, Johnny said, “I was just thinking, you meet a better class of tricks in a ritzy hotel than a truck stop.” His body still tingled with remembered pleasure.
    As he hoped, March enjoyed the joke, throwing back his head with his nice laugh. “True, although I have met a few good men along many a highway rest stop in my time. One of the best fucks I’ve ever had was a long-haul trucker with the soul of a poet. The harder I fucked him, the sweeter the sonnet he recited in a voice trembling with lust. Or possibly it was just me shaking the shit out of him as I banged his ass. He had a thing for Shakespeare and asked if I could fuck in time to iambic pentameter.”
    “And could you?” Johnny was fascinated.
    “Of course.” March shrugged. “A good top always finds a way to please the man he’s making love to.”
    After a moment, Johnny said, “You are a good man, March. I wish I could have met you some other time….” The compassion in March’s smile made Johnny’s voice give out.
    “That’s why I wanted to have breakfast with you. The atmosphere down here is a