Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed

small wash cloth draped in front of his dick. Rex was laughing in the photo.
    "Are you naked?" Justin asked with surprise.
    "Yeah, we walk around naked all of the time."
    "You don't think that's weird?" Justin asked trying to imagine a world where that could have happened in his family.
    "What? Your family goes to church every Sunday, right? Did they all freak out when you told them that you were gay?"
    His entire life he had avoided connecting himself with the word gay. Gay was always used as a slur where he was from. So to now hear Rex so casually associate the two unnerved him. "I didn't tell them anything."
    "So you think they don't know?"
    "Why?" Justin asked nervous that his conscious masculinity hadn't been enough.
    "Parents know, man. You ever had a girlfriend?"
    "No," Justin said lowering his eyes.
    "They know," Rex repeated.
    "I don't think they know," Justin said softly. "That's why I left. I didn't want my dad to be embarrassed by me or anything. I just didn't want him to be disappointed."
    Rex let those words linger. He now understood he was dealing with a different type of person with Justin. In some ways, Justin was unlike anyone he had ever met. In other ways… he saw… he wasn't sure who he saw. But whoever it was, it made him want to put his arms around him and protect him from everything.
    Small talk continued until the bus stopped in Mexicali. After that was a short taxi ride to a local flea bag motel called La Luna Motel. After checking in, both guys walked to a local restaurant and then walked back to their room.
    "You wanna watch some TV, man?" Rex asked.
    Justin reached for the remote and flipped around the channels. The only thing in English was the news, so he stopped on a Spanish cartoon.
    "I'll be back later," Rex said heading for the door. "Don't wait up."
    Before Justin could formulate a question about where he was going or if he could come with him, Rex was off. Justin stared at the door a little longer and then returned his attention to the cartoon.

    At 3 o'clock in the morning Justin was woken up by the jiggling of the lock. His heart was immediately sent into a fury but quickly relaxed when he heard Rex's hushed tones.
    "We need to be quiet," Rex whispered. "He's sleeping."
    "Yeah, Okay," the man said in a Spanish accent and barely hushed tone.
    "Whisper," Rex quickly replied.
    "I want you to suck me," the Spanish voice whispered.
    In the quiet room the sound of both men's zippers were deafening. And the slurping and sloshing that followed was easily identifiable.
    Justin didn't dear to move, but when curiosity got the better of him he did open his eyes. Peering through his half open slits, all he saw was the empty bed on the side of him. Nothing appeared until Rex filled in the empty space by lying naked on his chest.
    Justin opened his eyes a little more to get a better look and when the eye goop cleared what he saw was Rex with his head facing his own. Staring a little closer he found Rex's green eyes staring back at him.
    Justin opened his eyes all the way suspecting that he had been caught. But when Rex didn't react he closed them a little tighter as not to show the whites of his eyes. Justin found it airy staring back into Rex's eyes not knowing if he also saw him. It was comfortable in a way. It was like Rex was giving him permission to look into his soul. Justin accepted the invitation and looked within.
    Rex's eyes didn't shift when a white hand pressed down on Rex's cheek. Justin really wanted to know what that hand was being used for, but enough of his question was answered once he heard a whispered sigh, and skin slapping together.
    Justin peered deeper into Rex's eyes and believed that he began to see something; worry maybe, or embarrassment. Could Rex be embarrassed that he was watching him, Justin wondered. Should I shut my eyes?
    Justin decided not to. He wanted to see Rex get fucked. He wanted his watching to tell Rex that it was all good. Justin wanted to whip off his sheet so Rex could see how aroused he was at the slaps and sighs. It's FUCKING HOT, he wanted to scream to reassure his friend. But he didn't. Instead, Justin laid there staring at his beautiful neighbor. And his neighbor just stared back with a look that made it seem that he too was dead inside.
    In that moment Justin wished that the man violating Rex's pride had a twin. Justin wished that twin would tear into his delicate pink hole with no regard to the noisy springs in the bed and his feelings as