Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed

Justin said with a sudden realization.
    "Do you have a problem with that?" Rex asked with a smile. "Do you want to go somewhere else?"
    Justin answered quickly. "No! I just have never been in one of these before."
    "One of what?" Rex asked teasingly.
    "A gay bar," Justin said sheepishly.
    "Wait, you think this is a gay bar?"
    Justin's face went blank as he stared at Rex.
    "I'm just kidding. Yeah this is a gay bar. You have to relax. You're in L.A. now." Rex reached down and squeezed Justin's ass.
    "What are you doing?" He replied surprised at the public display.
    "Getting us free drinks. You've gotta advertise," Rex said with a smile.
    Rex led Justin to the bar and as soon as they sat down the bartender came over with a drink.
    "Who from?" Rex asked the good looking man wearing black and white behind the bar.
    The bartender pointed and Rex turned and raised his glass in acknowledgement.
    "What can I get you?" The bartender asked Justin.
    Justin looked at Rex and Rex nodded him on.
    "A beer," Justin said.
    "No you won't have a beer," Rex said taking over ordering duty. "Give him a Sloe Comfortable Screw."
    The bartender walked away and the two were left to scan the room.
    "Nice, right?"
    "You sure I don't have to pay for that, because I don't have any money," Justin confirmed.
    "Listen, when you're with me, you never have to worry about money," Rex said looking away.
    Justin heard that and couldn't help but smile. He considered how lucky he was to have run into Rex and how lucky he was to be here with him.
    "I'll be right back. I'm gonna pay for our drinks."
    Justin wasn't sure what he meant, but understood when he sat at the table of the single man the bartender had pointed out. Justin turned when the drink came and hesitantly took a sip. The drink was addictively good. He started with a suck on the straw and before he realized it, the glass was empty. When he sucked and nothing came out he was embarrassed.
    "So listen," Rex said returning to the bar. "My friend wants to have a little party. You down for making some money?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "You said you're broke, right? If you're okay with all of us playing together he said he'll help you out. I told him you needed some cash. He was really nice."
    "You mean like sex?"
    "Yeah, but not a big deal. Just sort of a casual thing."
    Justin could feel his large cock start to fill up the refined space in his lap. It made it hard for him to sit upright.
    "No, man," Justin said with a nervous chuckle and a blush.
    "Come on. It'll be fun. I heard you through the wall today. This time you could join in."
    "No, I can't do that," Justin said looking away to hide his blushing face.
    Rex leaned back and stared at Justin. He was so pure and so innocent that he didn't want to pressure him into doing anything that he didn't want to do. "That's cool. Listen, I'll be back." Rex looked down at Justin's glass. "Max, can you get him another one?" Rex turned to his mate. "Good, right?"
    "Yeah," he replied still blushing.
    Rex walked away again only to return moments later to a second empty glass in front of Baby Boy. "Listen, I spoke to him and he said that he would give you a hundred dollars if you wanna watch."
    "Watch what?"
    "Him and me."
    With the quick impact of the drink his oversized cock was now pulling on his pants. Twisted the wrong way, he massaged it around to free it from its cage.
    "Don't you want to see what you were listening to today?"
    "Yeah," Justin said completely red.
    "You want to do it then?"
    "What? Would I have to do anything?" Justin asked trying to contain his excitement.
    "Just watch."
    Justin looked around at the bartender. "Can I have another one?"
    "If you wanna watch, yeah."
    "For a hundred dollars? Okay," he said unable to control his excitement.
    Rex signaled to the bartender for another and returned to the man. Moments later when he returned Justin's drink was still full and it was Rex that told him to knock it back so they could go.
    When the two arrived back at their complex the alcohol had started to kick in. Justin was always a quiet boy. And if it weren't for the ease of entry into his home bar, he would never have even tasted beer. Growing up his friends had explained the benefits of drunkenness as "being able to lose your inhibitions." Considering what his inhibitions were and where he was, he always kept tight control on how much he drank.
    But now he was clearly feeling it. His inhibitions were down, he was side by side with who he considered