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rocks.”
    “Sure.”
    Perry stayed by the wall while Billy pushed his way in and bought the Dubonnet. He got another beer for himself and carried the drinks back like a mighty hunter. Weird, buying fancy drinks for a guy.
    “Thanks, big guy.” Perry sipped the red drink. He leaned closer. “So, what do you like?”
    Billy frowned. “Uh, I should tell you I’m not gay.”
    The boy’s lined eyes looked at him with pure laughter. “Sure. So you just like to come somewhere to get a decent blow job, right?”
    “Yeah. You get that a lot?”
    “Sure. A lot of straight guys come here.” He cocked a smile and took another sip. “So I assume you don’t like to give as well as receive.”
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “So you’d be buying me a couple bottles of Dubonnet, right? And maybe some champagne to go with it?”
    He swallowed. “Uh, how would I do that?”
    The guy gave a half smile. “You wouldn’t have to. You could just give me the money and I’d do it.”
    Duh. How dumb can I be ? “Yeah, sure. I can do that. You just tell me how much all those things will add up to, okay?” He should run like hell, but somehow a pro made it better.
    “You have somewhere you want to go?”
    “Uh, no. I live a long way from here.”
    “Where are you parked?”
    “A block away.”
    “Okay, sweetheart. You give me, say, fifty dollars for my champagne, and I’ll take a trip to your car.”
    Billy lowered his voice. “I’d want to use a condom.”
    “That makes two of us. Come on, gorgeous. I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Billy was hoping the fuck the cops didn’t come because he was screaming so loud he sounded like he was dying as his cock poured its load into the condom inside that guy’s mouth.

C HAPTER F IVE
     
     
    B ILLY WATCHED the kids running toward him. He squinted in the sun and shifted his feet. His team depended on him. How the hell would their parents feel if they knew he was out getting blow jobs from gay guys? Sick, man .
    They circled him like the crazy little monsters they were. He smiled. “Okay, guys, gather round.” He knelt, and the kids huddled up. Twelve kids. Seven boys and two girls on the regular team and three alternates who were all boys. “I’m sorry I have to leave early today, but I have an appointment.” Which he wished he could get out of. “Saturday we meet the Ravens. Are we ready?”
    “Yes, coach!” the kids yelled as one. Mostly fifth graders, they reeked enthusiasm. He loved this age. They were cool, but not so cool that nothing was fun anymore. For him, eleven years old hadn’t been so great. Twelve had been shit. He’d do what he could to make it happy for his team.
    “Practice your glove work, eat well, get lots of sleep. Get ready to win!” He put his hand in the middle of the circle, and the kids piled their mitts on top. “Go Tigers!”
    The kids danced around, cheering. One boy, Willie Jenkins, glowed with happiness and stepped up and gave Billy a hug. Billy patted his back. This was one of the safe places for a kid like Willie. Billy saw to that.
    The kid looked up, and his eyes got wide as he realized what he’d done. He blushed crimson and stepped back. “Thanks, Coach.” He ran off with his stuff, but not before Torkelson, the little shit, punched his arm. “Gay for the coach, Jenkins?”
    Willie ducked his head and kept running.
    Billy reached out a hand. “Yo, Torkelson.”
    “Yeah, Coach.”
    He grabbed the kid, one of the tallest boys on the team, and gave him a huge hug. The kid sputtered and yanked himself from Billy’s grasp. Billy smiled. “Hey, thanks for the hug, man.”
    The kid stared at him like he half wanted to smile but wasn’t sure if Billy meant it. He glanced uneasily around, and a couple of the other kids giggled. Torkelson pulled down his cap and stalked off the field.
    Billy walked to the bench and gathered his stuff.
    “Hey, Coach.” Willie’s dad jogged up to him.
    “Hi, Mr.