panting. Guys too.
Billy adjusted his junk and shifted to the other cheek. He should go home.
Didn’t really want to.
What would it hurt? Last time was amazing.
His foot pressed down and his cock popped up. No doubt where it wanted to go. He could stop in there looking really good tonight. That would be kind of fun. Maybe Perry would be there again. That guy had sent him into outer space last time. Jesus, that should make him blush, but it had felt too good.
The light ahead turned red. He stopped.
He shouldn’t spend the money. Between the clothes and the furniture, his outlay was pushing his budget. Maybe he could get some extra work? But he didn’t want to give up the Little League team.
The light flashed green. He didn’t turn around.
Rhonda said she and Mitch were going to help support his folks. He wouldn’t count on that—but it sure would make him feel better to know someone else was in that loop. At least both his sisters would be well and happy.
The sign said Seal Beach. He turned right onto the side street and started looking for a space. Not as lucky as last time. Hope that’s not an omen . Three blocks inland, he found a space next to a vacant lot and pulled into it. For a second, he sat there. Why was he doing this? Why?
Shit, right now he didn’t care. He pushed open the door, climbed out, and beeped the lock as he walked away. Just something . He just needed something.
Guys were falling out the door of Anthony’s. Made sense. It was Friday night. Two men leaned against the wall drinking. Not good if the police saw them. One, a short guy with big muscles and a bigger mustache, looked Billy over. “Hey, gorgeous.”
Billy smiled and nodded but kept going. Not his style. Not that he had a style in men, exactly.
He managed to push his way between the guys near the door. Aftershave, sweat, and alcohol perfume. The bodies stopped him dead as he approached the bar, so he moved sideways, parallel to the action, until he got about halfway through the big room. A guy backed out with three drinks in his hands and Billy grabbed his spot, which got him an arm’s length from the bar. The bartender was lining up beers. Billy nodded at one of the drinks, got a nod back, tossed a ten on the bar, grabbed the beer, and took a swig. The bartender pulled three dollars from his pocket and Billy waved it back at him. The guy smiled, winked, and moved on to the next man.
Billy turned around and stared into the crowd. Being taller helped, but it was such a crush he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pick out Kobe Bryant if he was five feet away, much less Perry. He slid sideways between two guys and managed to get close to the wall. At least he could have a beer.
“My, you do look fine.”
Billy turned and smiled. “Hi, Perry.” The blond had used heavier eyeliner tonight, but his roots were showing. Still, a soft pink gloss emphasized his finest feature. Billy stared at Perry’s lips. “How you been?”
Perry grinned. “Mighty fine and even better now that I see you. Hell, you look edible.”
Billy felt the heat creep up his neck. “Thanks.”
Perry leaned in. “Was it eating you had in mind? Or should I say, being eaten?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’d be most happy to oblige.”
“Do you want a drink?”
His lips turned up. “Why waste time? I can drink later.”
“Okay.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“A few blocks. It was so crowded.”
“I don’t mind the exercise.” He stuck out a hip.
A hand grabbed Billy’s arm from behind. What the hell? He pulled his arm back and got a body slamming into his back. “What the fuck? Who are—”
He whirled and found narrowed, cat eyes staring up at him. Shaz .
Those green eyes flashed. “What the bloody, everlasting hell are you doing here?”
Billy just swallowed. He’d always thought if he saw someone he knew here it would be okay since they’d kind of blackmail each other. But that didn’t include a gay man in a gay bar. It didn’t
Billy adjusted his junk and shifted to the other cheek. He should go home.
Didn’t really want to.
What would it hurt? Last time was amazing.
His foot pressed down and his cock popped up. No doubt where it wanted to go. He could stop in there looking really good tonight. That would be kind of fun. Maybe Perry would be there again. That guy had sent him into outer space last time. Jesus, that should make him blush, but it had felt too good.
The light ahead turned red. He stopped.
He shouldn’t spend the money. Between the clothes and the furniture, his outlay was pushing his budget. Maybe he could get some extra work? But he didn’t want to give up the Little League team.
The light flashed green. He didn’t turn around.
Rhonda said she and Mitch were going to help support his folks. He wouldn’t count on that—but it sure would make him feel better to know someone else was in that loop. At least both his sisters would be well and happy.
The sign said Seal Beach. He turned right onto the side street and started looking for a space. Not as lucky as last time. Hope that’s not an omen . Three blocks inland, he found a space next to a vacant lot and pulled into it. For a second, he sat there. Why was he doing this? Why?
Shit, right now he didn’t care. He pushed open the door, climbed out, and beeped the lock as he walked away. Just something . He just needed something.
Guys were falling out the door of Anthony’s. Made sense. It was Friday night. Two men leaned against the wall drinking. Not good if the police saw them. One, a short guy with big muscles and a bigger mustache, looked Billy over. “Hey, gorgeous.”
Billy smiled and nodded but kept going. Not his style. Not that he had a style in men, exactly.
He managed to push his way between the guys near the door. Aftershave, sweat, and alcohol perfume. The bodies stopped him dead as he approached the bar, so he moved sideways, parallel to the action, until he got about halfway through the big room. A guy backed out with three drinks in his hands and Billy grabbed his spot, which got him an arm’s length from the bar. The bartender was lining up beers. Billy nodded at one of the drinks, got a nod back, tossed a ten on the bar, grabbed the beer, and took a swig. The bartender pulled three dollars from his pocket and Billy waved it back at him. The guy smiled, winked, and moved on to the next man.
Billy turned around and stared into the crowd. Being taller helped, but it was such a crush he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pick out Kobe Bryant if he was five feet away, much less Perry. He slid sideways between two guys and managed to get close to the wall. At least he could have a beer.
“My, you do look fine.”
Billy turned and smiled. “Hi, Perry.” The blond had used heavier eyeliner tonight, but his roots were showing. Still, a soft pink gloss emphasized his finest feature. Billy stared at Perry’s lips. “How you been?”
Perry grinned. “Mighty fine and even better now that I see you. Hell, you look edible.”
Billy felt the heat creep up his neck. “Thanks.”
Perry leaned in. “Was it eating you had in mind? Or should I say, being eaten?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I’d be most happy to oblige.”
“Do you want a drink?”
His lips turned up. “Why waste time? I can drink later.”
“Okay.”
“Where’s your truck?”
“A few blocks. It was so crowded.”
“I don’t mind the exercise.” He stuck out a hip.
A hand grabbed Billy’s arm from behind. What the hell? He pulled his arm back and got a body slamming into his back. “What the fuck? Who are—”
He whirled and found narrowed, cat eyes staring up at him. Shaz .
Those green eyes flashed. “What the bloody, everlasting hell are you doing here?”
Billy just swallowed. He’d always thought if he saw someone he knew here it would be okay since they’d kind of blackmail each other. But that didn’t include a gay man in a gay bar. It didn’t
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