Baby Boy 1: Sacrificed

tired to continue playing, he climbed into Rex's bed and rested his eyes. When he woke up at 3 AM and Rex still wasn't home, he returned to his own apartment. He wasn't sure if Rex would ever talk to him again, so he was very surprised the next morning by what happened next.

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Chapter 3

    Justin lay in his bed the next morning in his boxer shorts thinking about all of the things that he had experienced the day before. Though awake he felt like all of it was just a dream. He would have to admit though, a few weeks ago sitting inside the corn-farm-combine sweltering in the long sleeve that he hoped would get rid of his stigmatizing farmer’s tan, he never imagined people like Rex and places like The Top Hat existed.
    He also never imagined himself receiving money for allowing a stranger touch his cock. It wasn't completely bad. In fact, he liked the idea of being wanted so much that someone was willing to pay to touch him. In Nebraska, bad things happened to people like him. So if nothing else, what he got in the grips of the older man was acceptance.
    Justin was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. Surprised, he sprung out of bed knowing it could be only one person.
    "Hey," Justin said anticipating his visitor.
    "Hey," Rex said wearing pitch black cat-eye shades. "You wanna make some money?" He asked straight faced.
    "I don't know, man," was his knee-jerk response.
    Although not what he had in mind for today, Rex wanted to test his neighbor's openness to more of last night's activities. He got the answer he suspected he would.
    "No sex involved," Rex added.
    "What do I have to do?" Justin said perking up.
    "I need someone to keep me company when I drive a friend's car back from Mexico."
    "Is that it?"
    "Yeah, I'll pay you another hundred."
    "Yeah sure," Justin said excitedly.
    "Get dressed. We have to take the bus down."
    Justin put back on his jeans and reached for another tee shirt.
    "Do you have any ID? You need it to cross the border."
    "I have a driver's license," Justin said unsure.
    "Yeah that's good."
    Both guys exited once Justin put on the one item that he had bought since arriving in Hollywood, flip flops. Flip Flops were neither practical for farm life, nor thought of as being something heterosexual boys wore. And maybe it was for those two reasons that he so badly wanted to wear them. So now with his symbol of escape adorned and his rugged man by his side, he was ready to take on the world.
    Catching the local to the Greyhound station, they took the 2:45 to Mexicali which would get them there at 8:45 that night. On the bus ride the guys talked a lot. Mostly about what there is to do and see in Los Angeles and what Rex did when he first got into town.
    "Where you from?" Justin asked after hearing enough stories about parties to make him wonder.
    "Mendocino County. You ever heard of that?" Rex asked with a smile.
    "No, where is it?"
    "Northern California. It's where they grow all of that medical marijuana," Rex said almost blushing. "I grew up on a farm too."
    "How did you know I grew up on a farm?" Justin asked self consciously.
    "You said you were from Nebraska, right?"
    "Yeah."
    Rex reached over and slipped his hand up his buddy's shirt sleeve revealing his sharp tan line. "That farmer's tan is hard to get rid of. I know," Rex admitted with a laugh.
    Justin felt his face go hot and in turn couldn't think of a reply.
    "What, you embarrassed by that?" Rex asked surprised. "Don't be. The guys here think it's hot. It gives you that fresh off the farm, corn fed look," he said trying to cheer up his friend.
    "So your dad grows pot?"
    "Yeah. Among other things."
    "What do you mean?"
    "If you want anything, you go to my Dad, pot, coke, women, anything."
    "Seriously?" Justin asked fascinated by the life of the guy sitting next to him.
    "Yeah. He's a cold man. You look at him and his eyes look dead inside."
    "Really?"
    "Yeah, I'll show you a picture." Rex reached for his phone and showed him a picture of a man in a cowboy hat standing next to him.
    Justin stared at the image. The man appeared to be looking at the camera but there was something about him that made it seem like there was no soul behind his eyes. Justin found the image a little scary.
    "You see what I mean?"
    "Yeah," Justin said leaning back.
    Rex swiped a couple of times on the screen. "This is a picture of my mom."
    Justin leaned in again and saw a smiling woman who was staring at Rex who was walking next to a pool with only a