Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed

on his crotch. Rex reached around and grabbed Justin's soft cock pushing his into Justin's ass as he did. Justin fell back onto Rex's lap with a giggle. Rex smiled and then continued over. Both men chuckled and smiled at each other until they were once again on their way.
    Once they passed San Diego the small talk ended leading to silence. With nothing else to talk about Justin asked the one thing that was most on his mind.
    "Hey, where did you go last night?" Justin asked casually even though he was anxious for an answer.
    "Yeah," Rex sighed before answering. "I need to make a thousand dollar every day. I feel bad about myself if I don't," Rex admitted sheepishly.
    "You make a thousand dollars every day?" Justin asked shocked that someone so close to his age could be so successful.
    "Yeah, I have to pay for a mortgage."
    "You own a house?" Justin asked.
    "Yeah, it's on the beach. You ever heard of La Paz? It's in Baja."
    "Where's Baja?"
    "It's in Mexico. But you know how there's a little part that sticks down?"
    "Yeah," Justin replied not really knowing.
    "It's down near the tip of that." Rex looked over at his car mate. "You wanna see a picture?"
    "Yeah!" Justin said excited.
    Feeling proud Rex reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Flipping through the screens he settled on one and handed it to Justin.
    "That's it from the beach," he said with a smile.
    Justin stared down at the image. It was of what looked like a two bedroom, yellow, Mexican designed home.
    "It's all environmental and shit," Rex said still smiling. "I'm trying to pay it off in 3 years. After that I'm gonna retire."
    "Wow!" Justin said partially in reply to his goal and partially because of the beauty of the home.
    Justin brushed the screen and got a different view of the house. The picture after that was of Rex with his arm around a young good looking Mexican guy. They were both smiling. Running out of pictures Justin handed the phone back to Rex.
    "Cool!"
    A silence developed before Justin spoke again. "Is there pot hidden in this car?" Justin asked bluntly.
    "Are you kidding? My dad would kill me if I were running someone else's herb into California. Seriously, he would. No joke."
    "Coke then?"
    The car went quiet. Rex eventually broke the silence.
    "I don't know, man."
    "You don't know?"
    "What do you want me to say, something that could incriminate me? I don't know what's in the car. You think you could say no to my dad?"
    "You're delivering this for your dad?" Justin asked in amazement.
    "You should be thanking me. You know how many people would kill for the contact I gave you. Jose likes you and you could write your own ticket. You never have to work again. And shit, I just gave that to you without you having to ask. Now you're talking about "is there coke in the car?" Just be grateful, man."
    Justin quieted down feeling anger bubbling up in Rex.
    "You're so fuckin' clean," Rex finally said exploding. "I feel scared to touch you unless I'm gonna dirty you or something. It's like you're made of glass and I don't want to leave my prints on you or break you or something. I'm trying to help you. Shit! I'm tryin' look out for you so you don't have to go through what I did. And you're talking about "is there coke in the car?" You don't ask shit like that.
    You know what, that's it. I'm done with you. You're too clean and perfect for me. Go back to living your dirt free life. I'm done."
    Justin turned and faced the front windshield shell shocked. This wasn't what he wanted to happen. This wasn't what he expected to happen. And now that it did, he was scared to find out what would happen next.
    The rest of the trip continued in silence. When Rex parked the car in their complex’s parking lot Rex reached in his pocket, hand his car mate a $100 bill and got out without a word. Heading to the stairs Justin made a gesture to get Rex's attention but Rex anticipated it and jogged ahead.
    Justin stopped walking when he realized that Rex wasn't looking back. It was then when it dawned on him what he had done. He had lost his only friend in all of California and now he was truly alone. Walking back to his apartment he knew that he had to win Rex back. But Rex was right, he was too clean for him. So either Rex was going to have to clean up, or he was going to have to get a lot dirtier. Justin chose to get dirty.

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Chapter 4

    Over the next few days Justin heard Rex more than he saw him. He heard him in grunts and wheezes that followed the