Supply and Demand

Supply and Demand

Chapter 9

Fusedtwilight: Thanks to my beta Lisa for doing an awesome job as usual. And thanks to zoo-bie, and foxyricanlady for your reviews. This Chapter Carlos and Alex get ready for the big party, Carlos tries to get Alex a special friend for the night, Alex helps Carlos in a bet between him and Chris and of course Carlos will be having lots and lots of sex. Enjoy.

Carlos's P.O.V.

Caroline gripped my shoulders tight; I gripped her ass in my hands as I shoved myself into her.

"Oh god, yes!" she screamed.

She came then, and I soon followed. My balls tightened and soon I filled the condom up with my jizz.

It was Saturday, and tonight was the big pre-game party. It had been two days since the orgy party, and we have gained some new customers as a result. The last two days have been very busy for me. Our coach has been working us hard during practice, then after school, I go physically pleasure women for money.

I was exhausted. This job and football practice was really putting my stamina to work.

I pulled out of Caroline and fell to the side. She cuddled up to me and I wrapped an arm around her.

"You know what I like about you Alejandro?" she asked.

"My amazing cock?" I asked.

She laughed. "No, most guys when they get some, lose all interest in the woman; they don't like to cuddle, and they don't do pillow talk. Not you though, that's good. Women like to be shown affection after sex, most men either forget or don't care."

"Well." I leaned forward and kissed her head. "I am not most men."

"Thank God for that." she smiled.

We sat there for a few moments. I took the condom off and tossed it into the wastepaper can by the bed. I was tired right now, so I took some time to relax with Caroline. Alex was working outside; I figured he would still be working so I would give him some more time to work.

"I talked to Amanda and Diane; they loved their time with you," she said.

Diane and Amanda were a few of the women who watched me at the party. The day after the party, Alex had gotten calls from them and the others. Five women in two days, along with football practice, was exhausting.

"Did they enjoy my services?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"You know they did," she said.

I grinned. I had made more money in the last two weeks, then I had in a whole year. The bills were slowly being paid at home. Tonight was the big party. Friday was the big game. I knew if we won Friday, then the next party will be really amazing.

The post-game parties were held if we won, and compared to the pre-game party, well let's just say more than a few illegal activities will be going on.

My phone began to ring. I quickly got up and answered. "Alex?"

"Abort, I repeat abort!"

He hung up, and I flew around the room gathering my clothes.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Caroline asked.

"Alex said abort! That means we have company!"

"Shit!" she cursed.

I got my underwear and socks. I found my pants and shoes, but I couldn't find my shirt. Where the hell was it? We heard the door open and close.

"Caroline, I'm home," a voice said.

"Shit! It's my husband!" she cursed.

"What?"

"I'm sorry he is early, he shouldn't be home!"

She walked over to the door and peeked her head out the door. "I'm getting changed, I'll be right down."

She closed the door and turned to me. "Shit, what are we going to do? If he sees you, he will know something is going on!"

There was a sound of something hard hitting the window behind us. We turned and looked out the window. Alex was out there waving his hand. I opened the window and stuck my head out.

"Dude what the hell!" I demanded.

"Sorry, he just pulled in like a bat out of hell and went straight for the house, he looks pissed about something."

"Caroline, what is taking so long?" her husband shouted from downstairs.

"In a second!" she screamed back.

She turned to me her eyes fearful. "Quick, climb out the window!"

"What?" I asked.

"Climb down the drain pipe," she said pointing to the pipe along the side of the house.

"What?"

"Look it's sturdy, and it's either it, or Bill."

Well, when she put it like that, I leaned out of the window and grabbed onto the drain pipe. Remembering all those times in gym when I climbed the rope, I used my legs to grip onto the pipe.

"Alejandro! Wait!"

"What?" I asked.

She stuck her hand out, it was my shirt. I grabbed it and tossed it over my shoulder. "Thanks."

She leaned out and kissed me on the lips. "Sorry about this, but I have to admit, this is kind of fun."

"Yeah, adds a little spice to the job," I chuckled. I began to climb down, careful in case my weight caused it to break.

"Be careful," she said.

I climbed down the pipe. She was right, it was sturdy. I had to remember this in the future, just in case.

When I climbed all the way down, Caroline went back inside the window and shut it. I wiped my hands against my jeans. "Shit that was close," I said.

"Sorry, he was so quick," Alex said.

We walked back to the front of the house. By the time we reached the truck, we could hear raised voices coming from the house. "What the hell is going on" I asked.

"I don't know. Bill looked a little worried. I think something must have happened at work," Alex said.

I put my shirt back on and we waited, listening as Caroline's and Bill's voices got more angry and raised. "What should we do?" I asked.

"Hell if I know. They didn't cover this in pimping one oh one," Alex said. "Did she pay you?"

"Didn't have time," I said.

"Let's wait. I don't want to leave her alone when this is going on," Alex said.

"You don't think Bill is abusive do you?" I asked seriously.

"I don't think so; I have never seen Caroline with a bruise before."

I hope he doesn't hit her; otherwise him and I are going to have a little chat. Men who hit women are scum in my book. No matter how rich or poor they are. Ma ma got beat up pretty bad by dad. Miguel always locked the two of us in one of our rooms when ma ma told us.

We would sit there and listen to dad rant in a drunken rage. Then, the sounds of skin hitting skin, and ma ma's cries of pain. Ma ma would wear lots of make-up to hide her bruises' but she couldn't make the swelling go away.

I hated myself because there was nothing I could do. I wanted to go down and stop him from hitting her. But Miguel wouldn't let me leave. I know he wanted to save mom to. But ma ma always told us she would handle it; she would calm him down.

One of the good things about him leaving, was the abuse stopped. I am glad Erik never got to see that evil.

I have always hated men who hit women, so if I find out Bill is laying a finger on Caroline. then I will break his fucking neck. Caroline is a good woman and a good mother. She may not work as hard as other people, but she has made her own sacrifices for her son, and to keep her family stable and together.

She is real good to Alex and I; if it weren't for her, we wouldn't be as successful as we are now. So Bill best be keeping his hands to himself.

The door flew open and Bill came marching out. He didn't even look at us as he passed by. His jaw was tight and his eyes were lit with frustration and anger. Caroline was following him, tears running down her face.

"You cheating bastard! All these years and you do this to us? To our son? Damn you to hell William, damn you! Go back to your whore!"

Bill did not answer; he got in his fancy car and tore out of the driveway.

Caroline wiped the tears from her face. We instantly walked by her side.

"Caroline, what's wrong?" Alex asked, touching her shoulder.

"That idiot," she pointed at the driveway where Bill had driven off, "knocked up his secretary."

"What?" we both said.

"Yeah, the little tart he has been having an affair with is pregnant, and she claims it is his. She told him if he doesn't buy her a house and pay for her to live a life of leisure, then she is going to tell the press!" she said angrily.

I looked at Alex, and he looked just as amazed as I was. Talk about drama.

"Can you imagine the scandal? 'Head of big business gets secretary pregnant.' The damage it will do to the family name and lord knows how it will affect the income and poor William, my poor sweet boy, what will he do when he finds out?"

She began to cry, and we helped get her back in her house so none of the neighbors would see her and wonder what was up. The less people who knew about this, the better.

We sat her on her couch and Alex handed her some tissues.

"Thanks," she said as she dabbed at her eyes.

"So what are you going to do now?" I asked.

"What else can I do? I'm going to have to stay with his dumb ass!" She angrily threw her tissues on the table. "At least until William graduates college; that's in another few months. I can't take this shit anymore! I didn't even sign a prenuptial agreement; I could sue his ass and take half his shit! But I will wait; once William is out of school I will be free of Bill. I mean sure I am not perfect, I have just started cheating on him, but he has been doing this to me for years!"

"Is there anything we can do to help?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Just keep on visiting me Alejandro, I will be needing your services a lot more now I think."

I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "My pleasure," I said.

We left Caroline at her house. We asked her if she needed some company, but she said no, she said she needed some alone time. We both gave her an extra hug and told her to call us if she needed anything, even if it was just someone to talk to. She gave us the money she owed us and saw us off, thanking us for the support. We gathered our stuff and headed for my place.

The rest of the day we had off, enough time to get something to eat and get ready for the party.

"Let's head for the mall first," Alex said.

"Why?" I asked.

"To buy some clothes; we want to go to the party in style right?" he asked.

"Shouldn't we save our money?"

"Dude, we don't have to buy a lot of stuff, just some things to make us look...cool," he said.

"Speak for yourself, I look cool no matter what," I said with a grin.

"Pride go before the fall," he said.

"You know lines from the Bible?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Yes Carlos, I may be gay, but that doesn't mean I haven't read the Bible," he said rolling his eyes.

"No, I didn't mean it like that," I said quickly.

He laughed. "Relax, I'm just fooling with you. Mom used to drag dad and I to church with her; I even used to go to Sunday school. After mom left, dad and I stopped going."

We drove to the mall which was busy as usual. We saw some people from school who stopped to chat, found a few girls who said they were going to be at the party, and were obviously flirting with me.

We went to Old Navy and browsed through shirts and jeans.

"What about this?" I asked, showing him a white t-shirt with black patterns that had no particular shape.

"Try this," he said showing me a bright red shirt.

"A little plain don't you think?" I asked.

"It will go great with your skin, trust me, I am a gay kid, fashion is my area of expertise," he said.

I got a new pair of navy blue jeans and the red shirt, Alex got a light blue pair of jeans and a light, copper brown button down shirt. We headed for the changing rooms, when we happened upon Jessica.

"Carlos, Alex!" she called.

We walked over to her. "You guys getting ready for the party?" she asked.

"Yep, just buying some new things to wear tonight," Alex said.

"That's a nice shirt Carlos; you will look great in it," she said.

"Thanks, Alex picked it out for me," I said.

"Wow, good taste Alex, you should go into fashion or something."

Alex grinned, like he was privy to a joke only he would understand. I figured he thought it funny, him being gay and being told he should go into the fashion industry.

"Hey, go on ahead, I'll catch up," I said.

"Okay," he said.

He went into the changing rooms to try on his clothes. I looked around to make sure no one would be close enough to over hear us. "Jess, is everything all set up?" I asked.

"Yes, Justin will be there," she said.

Justin was the head of the LGBT club at school. Our school had all kinds of clubs. The LGBT was a group that supported lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender rights for all people. Basically, they were kids who got together, that were lesbian, gay, bi, transgender, or even transsexual.

They would help and support one another during difficult times. It was a support group, you could say.

Justin was also Jessica's brother. He was like his sister, only his eyes were sapphire blue and his hair was very curly and a deep golden yellow that seemed like golden threads in the sunlight. His hair was cut chin-length short. His face was soft and he had a dimple on his chin. His eyes were slightly slanted, and he had a bit of an impish look.

Justin was gay, much to the horror and despair of the female race. If you were to look in the dictionary under pretty boy, there would be Justin's picture.

It was the life mission of many girls to sleep with Justin, despite his preference for men. Some girls were under the delusion they could suck the gay out of him. Literally.

I never understood why some girls have a thing for gay men, like making a gay man straight is some kind of life achievement or something. I mean, if I learn a girl is gay, I am not going to waste my time trying to change her mind.

"Are you sure Alex is his type?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah, Justin loves the boy next door kind of guys. Alex is his type; besides, he has had his eyes on Alex for a while now, but he didn't know if Alex was gay or not," she said.

I was glad to hear that. Justin was a cool guy. Despite his pretty boy looks, you wouldn't think he was gay. I wonder what Alex will do when Justin flirts with him tonight. Hell, maybe I won't be the only one getting lucky tonight.

"Oh, and dipshit wanted me to pass on a message," Jessica said.

"Who?" I laughed.

"Chris, he wanted me to remind you to bring condoms for tonight. 'Because the ass and pussy will be flowing like water.'" she said doing a good imitation of Chris. "Why are you friends with him? He is such a douchebag."

"He has his moments," I laughed.

"Yeah, well, I will see you later tonight. Make sure Alex comes because Justin really wants to meet him," she said as she walked away.

I headed for the changing rooms, I looked under the stalls and only saw one pair of feet. "Alex?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"We alone?"

"Yes."

"Listen, Jessica's brother Justin is going to be there. You know Justin, right?"

"You mean, sugar sweet Justin with the face of an angel, hair of the sun and the eyes of sapphire?"

"Uh, yeah, I just call him Justin, but he is going to be at the party tonight."

"Oh, that's cool."

"Maybe...you should talk to him. I mean he is the head of the LGBT club you know?"

"Yeah, I know. But I am not ready to come out, you know that."

"Well...he might already know..."

"...What?"

"Well, I may have...told Jessica," I said carefully.

"What?" he asked, a cool thread of anger entering his voice.

"Well...Jess is cool with it, I mean Justin is her brother, and I figured-"

The door to his stall flew open, and he stood before me. He didn't have a shirt on, and I saw he had more muscle than I thought he did, because of how lanky he was. It was the only thing keeping me from calling him a scrawny ass. But now I was more worried about him punching me in the face.

"You did what?" he snarled.

I held up my hands defensively. "Look, I'm sorry, but I had a good reason!"

He took a threatening step forward, and I never thought I would be frightened of a pipsqueak. "You had damn well better!"

"I wanted to help you get laid!"

"..."

"..."

"Are you retarded?"

"Look, tonight I plan I getting laid, a lot, with a lot of girls okay? And I invited you to come, and I didn't want you to feel left out, because I know you don't really know any of the people at the party, and I wanted you to have a good time too."

"So you told your ex I was gay?"

"Yes, her brother has the hots for you!"

"What?" he asked surprised.

"Yeah, she said Justin has a thing for guys like you, and he has had his eyes on you but didn't know much about you, and didn't know if you were gay or not...I thought you gay guys could spot each other on sight?"

"Noooooo, it's all scent, didn't you know that; we use a special pheromone to attract one another," he said rolling his eyes.

"I am no stranger to sarcasm you know," I said.

"Man, I can't believe you did this Carlos," he said pulling his hair.

"I'm sorry, but you can trust Justin, for God's sake he's the head of the LGBT club," I said.

"I know who he is," Alex snapped.

"Well, what's the problem?" I asked.

"My problem is, you told my deepest darkest secret to someone and her brother. How can I trust you now?"

"After everything we've been through? Come on man, I am just trying to help, I am sorry but...I just wanted to help you out," I said slumping my shoulders.

I was starting to feel bad now. I had not taken into account that Alex would not take it well. I assumed he would be cool with it.

He sighed. "I appreciate what you're trying to do Carlos, but being in the closet is an immensely personal thing. What if it somehow gets back to my dad? He wants to have grandkids Carlos, and I can never have children with another man unless I adopt, and dad wants someone to carry on the family name."

"You told ma ma," I pointed out.

"Yeah, I am sure she has the common sense not to tell!"

"Look, Justin likes you and he knows how to keep a secret, and Jessica does not gossip, trust me. While I am off banging pussy, you can be having some gay sex; that's a good deal."

"Carlos, I'm a virgin, I have never had any kind of sex in my life," he said.

"Really?"

"Yes, believe it or not, but not all teenagers like to lose their cherry at fifteen."

"Well, at least talk to him, it might do you good to talk to another gay guy. Maybe he can help you come out to your dad, I mean you're going to have to do it sooner or later, right?"

I could see my words were having an impact on him. He sighed and ran his hand over his hair.

"Fine, I'll go and talk to Justin at least."

"Yes!"

"But you are going to be punished for this Carlos! I am still your pimp."

"Oh, what are you going to do?" I asked, "Slap me in the face?"

"No, but I can find you the fattest, smelliest, richest bitch to sleep with," he said with an evil grin. "Hope you like four hundred pound women Carlos, I am sure they'll pay their weight in cash."

He closed the door and I stood there stunned.

"Alex." I knocked on the door. "You're kidding right?"

Knock

Knock

"Alex?"

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Alex's P.O.V:

I was still fuming mad at Carlos when we arrived at his place.

I know he was doing it for good reasons, but still I wanted to punch him in the face. But then he had to give me that damn sad puppy dog look on his face and I could not be mad at him.

Damn Carlos and his puppy dog sad face!

I sat on his bed as he checked out his clothing choice for tonight. He wore the deep blue jean pants and the red shirt I suggested. The shirt brought out the red in his skin and I had to wonder if maybe there was some Native American blood in Carlos's family tree. He could pass for one, that's for sure.

He wore his favorite new pair of shoes, and was putting on the new wrist watch he bought himself at the store.

"How do I look?" he asked.

Like a sex god who will be getting lots and lots of sex

"Good, you'll have to beat them off you," I said.

"Great!" he reached over and grabbed some Axe gel. Carlos's hair naturally stuck up; he didn't need much gel to make it stick up more. "Chris bet me money that he can fuck more girls tonight then I can."

"Really? How much?" I asked.

"Five hundred dollars."

"Just to prove who the biggest man whore is? Aren't you taking these macho games and challenges a little too far?" I asked.

"Yeah, but Chris is trying to step out of his brother's shadow; he's trying to be better than him in every way."

We headed downstairs and Maria was seeing us off. She looked worried about something. "Carlos, social services is sending a worker over tomorrow."

"What?" Carlos asked.

"They just called and said they are sending someone to inspect the house. She will be here tomorrow at five."

"Okay, then I won't go to the party tonight; I will help you," he said.

"No," she said firmly, "you deserve this party, for all the hard work you have done; you need some you time. We will be fine; all the money you have made with Alex is starting to pay off. They will have no reason to take Erik from us."

She gave him a hug. "Look at you; you are so handsome, just like," she stopped, and a sad look crossed her face, but then it was gone, "just like your grandpa when he was young. Now be careful, there will be a lot of girls at the party; don't let them talk you into anything sinful. I know girls these days think of only one thing."

I won't ma ma," Carlos said. He had a smile and it was full of irony. "But don't wait up, I will be spending the night at Chris's."

Maria turned to me and hugged me to. "You too Alex; I know you are homosexual, but I am sure there will be boys there who will want to defile you too; don't let them."

"I won't Maria," I said, hugging her.

I shot Carlos a glare when I caught him sniggering at me and his mom. "Be good you boys."

"We will," we both said.

Erik walked out of the living room and gave Carlos a hug. "Can I come with you? I want to play with the big boys."

"No, Erik. You need to stay and look after ma ma, okay?"

"Okay," Erik said.

"I promise I will do something with you tomorrow. Promise," Carlos said.

"Okay."

He kissed Erik on the head and ruffled his hair. "Bye Alex! Watch your ass!" Erik said waving at me.

"What?"

Carlos closed the front door and I glared at him. "It wasn't me I swear, he overheard me and ma ma talking about it, and we had a big talk with him, and he swore not to tell anyone. I wouldn't worry; he likes you a lot. That little stunt with the Impala made him a bit more popular at school."

"Let's just go to the party," I said.

We got in the Impala, and first I drove to the store so Carlos could grab some condoms and lube.

First thing you need to know about Chris is, his family is loaded with money. How rich you might ask? Rich enough to live in a mansion with a gate and a kick-ass fountain at the end of the driveway, and personal servants, (who would not be attending tonight). The house had more spare rooms than what was normally acceptable, soon to be filled with drunk, weed intoxicated, copulating, high school students. The house here is ridiculous, considering they have summer homes in Florida, Alaska, Las Vegas, Hawaii and Colorado Springs.

That is how rich they are.

Of course it was so crowded we had to park on the lawn. We were a ways out of the city, so there was no concerns about how loud the music would play, or the alcohol and the weed that would be consumed. Carlos said Chris had paid the local cops a bit of money to look the other way.

Once again, that is how rich they are.

People were everywhere. Some were from our school; others were from other school districts, except the school we were playing next week, of course. Lights shined from the windows, groups of kids hung out, sipping beer, smoking weed, laughing at jokes.

The music was so loud I was surprised the windows didn't shatter.

Carlos arriving was like an A-list celebrity showing up on the red carpet. People were coming up to him and shaking his hand, and bumping shoulders and fists with him, offering him a beer or a joint. He refused the weed, and the beer.

Rule number one, never accept a cup or an open can of beer at a party. Next thing you know you wake up in the morning strapped naked to a pole and covered in ink...or raped, one or the other.

I admit I was enjoying being next to Carlos, like being the friend of someone famous and important. Carlos was one of the school's best players and had helped win many games. Being with him, at that moment felt good. People I knew, but never talked to me before, actually shook my hand and complimented me on my clothes.

Huh, so this is what it's like to feel popular. No wonder it turns people into dicks.

Carlos was already drawing in the trim. Six girls followed us as we tried to find Chris. Of course he and the other players were at the center of it all, in the living room, where the biggest TV screen I have ever seen in my life, was situated. Nothing was on; instead they were using the HD surround sound system to play the music.

The living room was about the size of a small theater room. The entire football team was here, along with the cheerleading team, and all their faithful and adoring fans. There was an energy in the air; excitement, liberation, freedom, belief, and hope.

I had only been here a few moments, but already I was feeling the power of this little event. If this was what the pre-game party is like, I cannot wait to see what the post-game party is like.

At school I was an unknown, known only to a select few who cared to notice, or were acquainted enough to know me. But now people slapped me on the back, shook my hand and asked 'What's up?' like we were old friends.

We joined the others in the circle, and they welcomed us. I didn't see Justin anywhere; thinking about him beat back the energy some, and a thread of nervousness was starting to leak in.

Words were exchanged and beer was drunk, a bunch of words were spoken; how we were going to kick-ass and all that stuff. Peter had four girls surrounding him; two sat next to his hips and two more sat at his feet. They were showering him with attention, but true to form, he did not take their affection any further. He kept his hands clasped together and a blush stained his cheeks.

Kitch was with his girlfriend Katie; she sat in his lap, and he had his hand under her shirt, clearly cupping her tit.

Dustin had a black girl sitting on his lap; she was kissing his neck and rubbing his chest.

Tommy and Jessica sat next to one another; he had an arm around her shoulders, and she was snuggled close to him. She winked when she saw me, and I waved back.

"Alright guys, I have an announcement," Chris said.

He stood up, and had two of the players close the doors, so the party-goers outside couldn't hear.

"Now, as you know I love a challenge. So, I made a little bet with Carlos. Whoever sleeps with the most girls tonight wins. Game ends at midnight and the winner gets five hundred dollars!"

The room erupted in applause and cheers. I raised my hand.

"Yes...Alex," Chris said, not looking thrilled to see me.

"Why not raise the bar a little? Five hundred is pocket change for a guy like you. Why not...ten thousand dollars?"

Everyone began to murmur in agreement.

"What are you doing?" Carlos asked me.

"You need the money, plus ten thousand will help pay your bills and you got that social worker coming over tomorrow; an extra ten thousand could help you out," I whispered.

"Please, Carlos couldn't afford that much," Chris said.

"He's right," Carlos murmured.

"I'll pay if you lose," I murmured back.

"But you need the money!"

"Exactly, so if you lose tonight remember my blood is on your hands!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Think of it as revenge for telling Jessica I'm gay!"

"Oh you sick little-"

"Take a good look at Carlos," I said loudly. "When was the last time any of you saw him dress this good?" I asked.

I could see my words were having an effect.

"As you know, Carlos has been working for my dad and I; business has been real good lately."

"Come on Chris, it will add as an incentive," Dustin said.

Soon everyone was agreeing and telling Chris to accept.

"Alright, fine. Ten thousand dollars it is."

"But how will you prove you slept with so many women?" I asked. "You know, to make sure no one cheats."

Chris struck me as the kind of guy who would do anything to win. Even cheat.

"Easy, we collect their panties as trophies!" he said.

"So, seven hours to fuck as many women as possible, and collect their panties as proof?" I asked.

"Yep."

"Well, better get working Carlos," I said.

"I hate you so much," he said through clenched teeth.

"Oh come on, live a little," I smiled.

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It was an hour later, and I was outside by the pool. I had long ago left Carlos to begin his job.

I was going through one of the coolers looking for a Pepsi or something. I needed to be the designated driver after all. But all I could find was beer, beer and...a single can of diet beer?

Suddenly, a hand with a blue can appeared in front of me. "Looking for this?" a voice asked.

I looked up into a pair of sapphire blue eyes. "Oh...thanks, Justin," I said.

Justin smiled at me and I took the can from him. His hands brushed mine and a jolt of electricity seemed to spark, as our skin touched.

"Yeah, I brought my own; you will never find anything but beer at one of these parties," he said.

"Yeah, this is the first party I have been to that wasn't a birthday bash, and that was when I was eight."

He chuckled. "Yeah, things can get pretty wild at these things; worse at the post-game parties."

"Well, if this is bad, I can't wait to see worse."

"You want to talk some more?"

"Sure," I said.

I followed him to the patio. We took some seats and we talked. I was starting to feel like this was a good idea after all.

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Carlos's P.O.V:

I watched as Alex sat down with Justin and I smiled.

Then I began to hunt again, trying to find the quickest lay I can find, I know Chris is hunting right now too, so I have to be quick.

I spotted a girl heading towards the bathroom and I followed her. "Hey," I said to her.

Her eyes widened in recognition. "Oh my God, you're Carlos Santiago!"

"Yep, that's me. Busy?"

"No, I was just going to powder my nose."

"Good." I opened the door and led her in. I locked the door and turned to face her. "Wanna fuck?"

"Hell yeah!"

I grabbed her and we began to kiss. I was in no mood to draw this out so I bent her over backwards. I pulled her jeans and panties down and began to finger her, getting her wet and ready. She moaned and groaned as I stuck two fingers in her and pumped them in and out.

"Holy shit, you work quick!"

"I'm a bit pressed for time, so sorry but I can't waste any time."

I used my free hand to undo my pants, my cock stuck out and I had to let her go to put the condom on. I teased her opening with my tip. "Can I have your panties?"

"What?"

"A little keepsake," I said.

"I don't know."

"Okay." I pulled away, "I'll have to find someone else then."

"No ,wait!"

She kicked her pants and panties off, and kicked them to me. I pocketed her panties and smiled at her.

"Thank you."

I stepped forward, and I entered her in one thrust. She shrieked at the sudden intrusion, but before she could say or do anything, I picked her up by her hips and held her legs up in the air as I fucked her. Luckily the bathroom was as big as my own room, so we had plenty of room to fuck.

The angle I was thrusting from, gave me a lot of room to penetrate deep. I did not do her slow; I did her hard and fast. The sound of my balls slapping her ass filled the room and I kissed and licked her neck.

"Oh God, you're so fucking big, I can feel your cock rubbing against my wall!" she moaned.

I fucked her for as long as I could, soon she was cumming and I didn't care. Time was of the essence. When she came, her juices squirted out. I sat her on the edge of the bathtub.

"Holy shit! That was the best quickie I have ever had!"

"Yeah, me to," I lied. I hadn't even cum. I had to be careful; it takes guys longer to recover from sex than girls, and if I came in every chick, then I wouldn't get many panties.

I took the condom off, and with great effort, put my pants back on. "I'll leave you alone now, do me a favor and tell your friends I am looking for a good time tonight, tell them Carlos Santiago is looking to fuck."

"What about me?" she asked, sounding hurt.

I sighed and leaned down and stuck my fingers in her vag again. I began to pump them in and out again and she began to moan again. "Just do what I say okay?"

I pinched her clit, and once again, she shuddered from another orgasm. "O...okay," she moaned.

"Thanks," I kissed her on the head and left her there. Normally, I was more sensitive about helping a woman out, but I had little time for that right now.

A girl passed me; she was wearing a skirt so short I could see her panties. She saw me looking and smiled, and nodded her head for me to follow. I smiled and began to follow her, my dick aching for release.

Fusedtwilight: Not much sex, sorry, but I promise next chapter will have lots of it and it won't just be Carlos getting laid either. Next chapter Carlos continues to hunt for panties and Justin and Alex bond. Will Alex develop a new crush and forget Carlos? Will Carlos win the bet? Find out next chapter and please review.