Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed

slapping that could only come from man on man sex.
    The men that passed by Justin's window were many and varied. Some were tall and thin and others were short and round. The loudest of them had to be the dark chocolate, thick fellow that must have hired Rex to have a professional take everything he could give.
    Once the black man crossed Justin's window toward Rex's door, Justin rushed to press his ear up against the wall. "Oh shit!" were the only words he heard. What followed that was a lot of screaming. Rex, who was obviously the receiver, flatly yelled as if he were being torn apart. And the screams were relentless.
    For a full hour Rex moved around his one room studio apartment screaming and banging on walls. There was even a time when Justin thought that Rex would end up through the plaster. He didn’t.
    Shortly after the black man left, so did Rex. Wanting to put an end to their departure, Justin shot out of his door after him. But with his head tucked down Rex heard him coming and ran to the car that they had driven up from Mexico. Justin felt crushed. It was then when he decided that he would do what he had to to get his friend back.
    When he was younger and still fighting who he was, he took great pride in thinking that he had never done anything that his father would be ashamed of. So when he saw the cute boy undress in the locker room after gym Justin looked the other way. And when the thought of some gorgeous movie star entered his mind in the shower, he was allowed to think about it, but never to jack off to the thought.
    That restraint led to many angry outbursts that were often directed towards himself. But the important thing was that he never gave in. Sometimes he would just stand naked with both of his hands gripping his overgrown boy cock, but never would it go any further than that. Tonight, though, all of that had to change.
    It was fair to say that even now, Justin still didn't know Hollywood. Even with the few hundred extra dollars in his pocket he didn't venture out past the grocery store. So the only place that he knew where he could rid himself of the innocents that he once held onto like a badge, was 'The Top Hat,' the bar he had visited with Rex.
    Justin knew only one way of finding someone so he replicated what he did with Rex exactly. Picking out his best clothes he dressed and went out to catch the bus. He chose the bus that would drop him off a little after 9 pm just a few hundred feet away from the door.
    When he approached the door he looked for recognition in the bouncer's eyes.
    "ID," the bouncer barked.
    "Do you remember me? I was here last week with Rex."
    The bouncer looked down at the young white boy in front of him who could have easily have been 16 as he could have been 20.
    "Remember to tip the bouncer. Do you know what that means?"
    Justin wasn't going to pretend to know what he was doing. Remembering all of things he had done with Rex was going to be hard enough.
    "It means that in one week's time, in this hand there is going to be a hundred dollar bill. Is that clear?"
    Justin shook his head but wasn't convinced that he would do it.
    "And same goes for the bartender. None of this is free, you hear me? If you want to play in this playground than you have to pay," the large black man emphasized to Justin.
    "Yes sir," Justin replied.
    "Yes sir?" The bouncer chuckled. "I like you. Now go work your ass off. And be sure to ask for at least four hundred. Your fine sweet ass is worth at least that."
    Justin walked in thinking how a night with him, a boy who had no experience and who didn't even know how to suck a cock, could be worth as much as a week's pay on the farm. But the bouncer said it with such authority he was going to listen to what he said.
    Justin crossed the room and felt as all of the eyes in the room turned to him. Without Rex next to him to do it, he rubbed his hand on his ass as he approached the bar. And when he sat down he was hoping that a drink would be waiting for him. There was not.
    "Can I get you something?" the bartender asked.
    "Umm," Justin uttered. "Is anyone paying?"
    The bartender chuckled and then said "do you know how the tipping works?"
    Justin was proud to admit that he did.
    "Then it's on me. What do you want?"
    "What was it again? A good screw?"
    "A good screw?" the bartender chuckled again. "You mean a Sloe Comfortable Screw?"
    "Yeah that's it. They were good."
    "Coming up."
    Justin swiveled around on his bar stool. Many of the single men