Once Rod had dropped Serena off at the hospital, he drove around LA just to feel the lay of the land again, before heading to the coastline. He parked her car in a pay lot and jogged across the street towards sea and sand. It was too cool out for bathers, but surfers in wetsuits still braved the rocking waves. The wind grew strong as he approached the Pacific Ocean, but the scent of sea water and wet sand was paradise after being cooped up in a fenced in lock-up with the dregs of society. His shoes sunk into the sand as he made his way towards the water. Seagulls spearheaded the gusts, craning their neck for food. Rod felt the breeze blow his hair around his forehead. Since he was working undercover, he had grown it longer than he had when he was first hired. There was a time when people asked him if he worked for the military, when he was still training, on probation, a rookie. That time was long gone. His hands stuffed deep inside the pockets of his black windbreaker, Rod didn't stop walking until he hit the wet sand left by the receding tide. "Beautiful." He smiled. It was as if he had to force his face muscles to respond. Smiling wasn't an everyday occurrence for him in recent times. But the sun lowering on the western horizon was fabulous. Hot-Rod...tonight. Meet me. That voice sent shivers over his skin, ruining his mood. "God!" He ground his jaw and rubbed his eyes. "Let go!" Battling armed suspects he could handle, but fighting internal demons was impossible. After glancing around behind him, Rod sat on the dry sand, bending his knees and holding them close to himself. The waves were hypnotic and soothing. The sound of the constant water lapping and flowing was like tonic to his soul. When too many intruding thoughts made him crazy, Rod stood, brushing off his jeans and heading back to the car. He sat behind the wheel and drove out of the pay lot. Out of a craving for affection, he headed to Weho. Slowly cruising the Sunset Strip, Rod eyed the bars with go-go boys dancing behind glass window fronts. As someone pulled out of a parallel parking space, Rod quickly took it. He fed the meter and walked down the paved sidewalk, checking out the men, who were staring at him overtly. Rod stopped at a club, admiring the pretty young thing in his g-string, oiled and gyrating for the crowd. Though twenty-year old men were fantastic to watch, Rod didn't think much of them for any type of stimulation. Someone his own age was preferable. A handsome man inside the club with a beer in his fist noticed Rod. Rod stared at him, liking the way the man looked. The man gestured for Rod to enter. Rod shook his head no. It took a minute, but the man downed his beer, put the glass aside and grabbed his coat. He met Rod, standing nose to nose. "Where?" the man asked. "I don't know." Rod smelled the alcohol on his breath, but the guy was so hot he still got an erection. "That's why I wanted you to come into the club." The man grinned. "Come on." Rod followed him inside. It was dim on the interior and packed with men, drinking, laughing and ogling young hairless boys in g-strings. The man made a direct line to the back of the bar. It was even darker with low red lighting. Once his eyes adjusted, Rod could see men doing things to each other, some discreet, others not. Staring Rod in the eye like a predatory cat, the man backed him up against the wall and smoothed his hand over Rod's erection. Rod blew out a blast of air in relief, relaxing against the plasterboard, tuning out the surroundings. His jeans were unzipped and pulled open and a hand reached into his briefs, digging him out, exposing him. Rod felt his cock pulsate at the touch. The man lowered down to his knees, taking Rod into his mouth. Rod rolled his head on the wall, petting the man's dark hair. "That's nice." He kept his eyes on the man, seeing him expose his own dick and jack off as he sucked. He caught an older couple watching. Rod was used to people watching him. He'd been scrutinized his entire life. The sucking grew frenzied as the man shot jizz all over the floor. Rod tried. Tried hard. But couldn't come. After a noble effort, Rod stopped the poor man. "It's all right." Rod met his eyes. The man appeared upset. "Tell me how to get you off." "I liked it. Don't worry." Rod coaxed the handsome man to his feet. The man went for a kiss, but Rod politely turned his head to the side. His cock was still being stroked gently and the man's hand worked its way under Rod's shirt. They met eyes again. "You're fucking gorgeous," the man said. That made Rod chuckle under his breath. He felt like a ragged piece of shit. "Wow. Nice tats." The man exposed Rod's chest. "How many you got?" "Too many to count." "Wanna see mine?" "Sure," Rod said. The guy took off his coat, then his shirt, showing off his back and arms. "Very nice." Rod nodded in appreciation. The handsome man leaned against Rod heavily. "Want me to try again?" "I'm good. I'm just exhausted. It felt wonderful though." His dick had gone slack, so Rod tucked it into his briefs and closed his pants. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No. I don't think I can handle one yet." "I hear ya." "Would you be upset if I left?" "No. No, man. Not at all." The man stepped back, putting on his shirt. "Thank you." "Hey, I wish I could have done a better job." "Believe me, it wasn't you." Rod smiled but it fell as he walked to the exit. He didn't even glance at the go-go boys. It felt as if everything in him wasn't working right.
