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 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