Knight of Ocean Avenue by Tara Lain Read Free Book Online

was the one who got it? Well, kind of.
    Billy hurried across the waiting room and burst through the front door. He couldn’t get to the truck fast enough. Running the three blocks to the parking place he’d been lucky enough to find, he jumped inside and stopped. This was the second time in two days he’d run. What the hell was he running from?
    He cranked up the truck and started to drive. He should go home. Turn around and head south. Yeah.
    He shivered. All he could feel were those hands in his hair. Maybe he just didn’t get enough physical contact with other people. Having somebody touch him like that, so kind of intimate. It screwed the wiring and confused him.
    He kept driving north.
    Shit.
    He knew what that meant.
    He’d only done it once, but it had been so amazing.
    Dangerous. Diseases and shit .
    What if he used a condom? Would it still be great? Jesus, anything besides his own hand would be a miracle.
    What if I see somebody I know? That wouldn’t be the worst, since he’d have something on them too.
    He was still driving north.
    The ocean beat against the sand on his left as he powered from light to light up the Pacific Coast Highway.
    Maybe just don’t think for a while.
    Quiet. Ocean. Stoplights.
    The short road came up on his right, a little side street in Seal Beach. The sign said Anthony’s. He’d found it in the beach city advertiser about four months ago. Just curious, he’d checked it out. Never quite knew why. It said they had darts. He liked darts.
    On the next street over, a car pulled away and Billy grabbed the spot. Shit, that was luck. He maneuvered the old truck and turned it off. Was he doing this? His cock throbbed. Just not getting enough from his own damned hand. There were female prostitutes, but he didn’t know where. Plus the idea was too scary. Too disgusting. Guys were easy.
    Just do it.
    He hopped out of the truck, hit the lock, and walked down the dark street on the narrow sidewalk. A left turn took him past an alley. Noise. He stopped and listened.
    “Unh, unh. Yeah, do it.”
    Shit, his cock leaped. It sounded like his porno. He sped up, walked straight to the door of the bar, and pushed inside on one big rush of energy. Whoa . Body to body. Hot, noisy, smelling of aftershave and beer.
    He slipped by a man who was blocking the door while flirting with another guy who was leaning against the wall. “Excuse me.”
    The guy looked up and up some more. “Uh, sure, buddy.”
    Billy eased his way between bodies to the bar. Every seat was taken, but he leaned between two guys and raised a hand at the big, hairy bartender.
    The man leaned over and yelled, “What’ll it be?”
    “Beer. Whatever you’ve got on draft.”
    The bartender grabbed a glass, stretched over to the tap, and filled it. Billy threw ten bucks on the bar, grabbed the beer, and stepped away. Shifting a little, he finally got his back to the wall. You don’t have to stay. You don’t have to do anything. You can just drink your beer and go .
    A guy who looked like he might be an accountant wearing a business suit and open tie sidled over to Billy. “Hi. Need another beer to go with that one?” His laugh sounded kind of nervous.
    “No thanks. Waiting for someone.”
    “Sorry, beautiful.” The guy walked away.
    Damn. I should leave. This is stupid . He looked up over his glass. Holy God . Standing with a group of men in the center of the room was a twink. Small, graceful, blond, with some stuff on his eyes that made them look huge and pretty. Stuff like Shaz used. Billy knew about this guy’s eyes because they were staring right at him. He felt his cock start to stretch and cracked a half smile.
    The guy smiled back, spoke to his companions, then walked toward Billy. Closer, his hair looked bleached and he had bad skin, but still attractive with great lips. He looked up. “Hi, I’m Perry.”
    “Uh, John.”
    The guy smiled. “Well, uh, John, want to buy me a drink? I like Dubonnet on the