Supply and demand

Chapter 1

Fusedtwilight: This is my second original fic. I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry for the bad spelling and grammar, but I have no beta for this chapter. Also no sex in this chapter, but there will be in the next chapter.

Carlos P.O.V

"Carlos, wake up," ma ma called through my door.

Acting quick I pulled the covers up to cover me and the rest of my bed. A second later ma ma walked in. "Carlos, get ready, you will be late for school."

"Ma ma, I am naked!" I said indigently.

"Well how was I to know, why are you naked any way?" she asked.

"It was hot out and my fan wasn't working well any way."

"Oh, well hurry up, I am leaving now and I am taking Erik to school now, hurry up, don't be late," she lightly chastised.

"I won't ma ma," I said.

She closed the door and I heard a sigh beside me. "That was close."

I pulled the covers down and Jessica smiled at me. "Sorry about that, I should have set my alarm," I said.

"Don't be sorry, I am not, not after last night." she grinned and kissed me, I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her back. I felt her hand pet my cock and it began to harden.

"Shit! Don't do that," I growled. "Keep that up and we won't go to school."

"Why bother? Lets stay here today and fuck all day." she ran her thumb over the tip of my dick, with great will power I grabbed her hand and pulled it off.

"Believe me I would love that but I have practice today," I said.

She pouted. "Damn, that's right."

We got up and got ready, I was going to drive her to school, she brought a change of cloths when she came over last night. We took a shower and fooled around longer than we should have, we caught a quick breakfast, a few pop tarts and some apples.

We got into my car and drove to school. Jessica and me went to the same school. She was on the cheer leading team and I was on the football team. So it was not a surprise we hooked up. She was not the first cheer leader I had, probably would not be the last either. We weren't in love, we were affectionate with one another, we had good sex, but I had no time for love in my life right now.

At first glance you wouldn't think Jessica and me would be an item. She comes from a high-middle class family in the suburbs and I live in the ghetto where wearing the wrong color shirt could get you shot. She was typical blonde haired, blue eyes California girl, I was you're typical black haired, black eyed Hispanic, not to mention poor.

My dad left us when I was just a kid, just walked out on his wife and three sons. I was ten, Erik my baby brother was still a baby, only a few months old. My older brother Miguel became the man of the house, he and ma ma busted they're ass's at work. Doing they're best to scrape together what ever they could so we could have a roof over our head, food on our table and cloths on our back, though the last two were harder to get than the first.

Than five years ago Miguel got involved with a gang, it was stupid I know, but he did it because he got lots of money from working with them. But than there was an incident. Typical gang violence shit, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time and got brought up on involuntary man-slaughter charges. Luckily he had been a minor and our lawyer had used that to get him only five years in prison. He was do out next year, ma ma was happy about it, we all were.

After Miguel got tossed in the slammer it was up to me to look after mom and Erik. I was real close to my little brother, when I wasn't at school I was at home babysitting him. I fed him, burped him, even changed his stinky ass diaper. I helped raise him. Our relationship was more like father and son than big brother and little brother.

We pulled into our school parking lot and as usual I was embarrassed. I couldn't afford a nice car, all I got was a beat up piece of junk from the sixties. It was all I could afford.

We pulled up next to a impala and I felt a pang of envy, what I wouldn't do for an impala. I saw someone in the driver seat, there head on the steering wheel, were they sleeping or were they just resting?

Jessica leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thanks for the ride baby, both last night and today's," she smirked.

"My pleasure." I kissed her again.

"So can we hook up again after school?" she asked sounding hopeful.

"Not after, I have work. How about later tonight?"

She shook her head. "No, I told daddy I was spending last night at a friends, no way I can convince him another night."

"Sorry, I have to work, need to keep a roof over my my family's head," I said.

"I know, I can't complain, all that hard work gives you that nice six pack."

Her hands brushed my abbs. Playing football Really helped me stay fit. I was not vain but I know I had a good body, not to forget my blessing the lord had given me.

I wish I could say things were okay right now, but they weren't. I had a lot on my plate, between football, work and taking care of my family and paying the bills my life was tricky to work on. Sadly I worked at the McDonald's. It was a cliche I know, Hispanic guy working at a fast food joint but it was a job.

The bills had been slowly piling up and ma ma and me were doing our best to take care of them and Erik. If Miguel were still here things would be easier, but he had to go and get himself locked up.

I wanted to go to college and if I kept doing good in football I could get a paid scholarship. But with each passing day it seemed like my dreams of college would go unfulfilled. I was a senior this year, my last year. No way I could do college, work and home at the same time.

It was beginning to look like I was going to have to forget my dreams of college and do construction full time. If I quit now no way could I ever go to college. Football was my only chance of going in.

If it came down to it I would do it, my family came first. But I wish things could be easier for us. I want to go to college, I want all the bills paid and ma ma and Erik happy.

If only I had known the answer to my dilemma was sitting in his drivers seat right next to my car.


Alex P.O.V

I glanced at Miguel and Jessica flirting with one another in Miguel's beat up piece of shit.

I envied Miguel, sure he was poor and lived in the ghetto, but he had something I did not. A.) a mom, and B.) no dad.

My dad and I worked together. We had our own little trash and debri removal service. We also mowed lawns, cleaned pools, took out trash, cleaned houses. It was dirty work, but it paid well.

Sadly the majority of that money went into dad's gambling habits. If he wasn't blowing our hard earned money on gambling he was blowing it on his debits. I sighed to myself. I loved my dad, I shouldn't wish him gone, he was good to me. I mean how many dad's ignore or abuse they're kids? Not mine.

He always took care of me. Always. I blame his addiction on mom, after she left, never to be heard from again his addiction got worse. It was his way of dealing with the sorrow of his wife leaving him and he never really got over it.

I tried to get him to go to group meetings but that shit didn't work. Twelve steps my ass, more like twelve steps to get our money.

Dad knew well about getting peoples money, he was also a salesman. See when we removed people junk, if dad found anything useful he would sell it on craig's list. He could sell any item for two to three times it's worth, he had a real talent for swindling people of they're money. I am not complaining though, it helps pay the bills and the debts.

Today after school I had to go over to Caroline's house. Caroline was one of our best customers. She was in her early forties, a stay at home mom with a son who was in college, married to a rich husband who was hardly ever home. She paid real well seeing how we basicly cleaned her house for her.

We would need the money, it was a Friday, I know what that meant, come tomorrow dad would need a shit load of money to pay of the amount he was going to blow tonight. Probably even more than what I thought he was going to.

I sighed.

Miguel and Jessica got out and headed for the school. Yeah I envied old Miguel, he was handsome, he was popular. Sure he was poor, but he didn't have to bust his ass trying to get every penny he could find to pay for his dad's addiction.

I got out of my impala, it had been a gift from my uncle Rufus. I loved my Impala, it was my pride and Joy.

I spotted Miguel and Jessica join they're friends. They were hand in hand, I guess he had moved on already.

I was not surprised, he was a very handsome guy, he was one of the teams top players and he was drop dead gorgeous. Wait, doesn't that count as handsome?

He was six foot three, broad shouldered and well muscled. His hair was dark and short cut, it naturally stuck up. His skin was well bronzed. His face had perfectly thin and firm cheekbones and he had the cutest dimple on his chin. His teeth were even and white, he had a smile that could make you warm and fuzzy inside.

He was like a bronze Greek statue, smooth, powerful, flawless. He also looked like some ancient Aztec warrior, lord knows I had plenty of dreams of him dressed as one, wearing nothing but the Leopard skin and the loin cloth and sandles coming to claim my heart. Not in that creepy utterly barbaric cut it out kind of way.

I mean the more romantic sweep me off my feet, take me to hit house in his village and have his way with me kind of way.

Sad, pathetic and delusional I know. First off he was most definitely not gay. Three ex-girlfriends and one now girlfriend all of whom love to give extremely graphic descriptions of what sex with Miguel is like. All you had to do was sit right behind them and you could hear more than you needed. They had no sense of private information.

I wasn't complaining, it helped with my day dreams.

No one knew I was gay, not even my dad. I was a closet homo and damn proud....on the inside where no one could tell.


After school I was over at Caroline's.

I had mowed her lawn, trimmed her hedges, and was now dusting her windows. As usual she was on the phone talking to one of her friends about her husband.

"I swear I need a man Karen. Bill does nothing but work, work, work all day, comes home, asks how my day was than works some more than goes to bed. I mean Christ what do I have to do to get him to fuck me?"

That Caroline, real classy she was. She was in her early forties (I never dared ask exact age, I knew better) and I could see why some would be attracted to her, she had well tanned skin, not that burnt crispy brown so many Cali girls seemed to favor now days. Her auburn curly hair came a little past her shoulders and she had nice perky breasts. She looked good for her age, but considering her easy life it was no wonder.

Caroline and her husband William (Bill for short) had one son William jr (Bill Jr for short) who was away from College. Caroline was you're typical bored stay at home trophy wife, not to forget neglected.

She may be lazy and vain but she was very nice, very polite. She paid very well and gave big tips. Plus she liked to make lemonade for me after I worked a few hours.

I pretended not to listen, but I couldn't help it. I was bored and her chatter with her friends was the only thing I had to distract me from the job.

"I swear first chance I have to get me some nice young cock I will take it. I know he has been having an affair."

I paused. An affair? Why in the world will a guy have an affair when he has a wife waiting and very willing to have sex with him? I never understood that about adultery. I mean if you hated one another and couldn't stand one another sure. But she was so desperate fro a lay she was telling her friends. Maybe I should give her uncle Rufus's number, he could help her with that problem.

I quickly went back to work, not wanting Caroline to think I was eavesdropping.

"Well I suppose I should talk to him about it first. Lord knows poor William doesn't need any stress right now. I tell Bill he is to hard on him, he has such high expectations of him and William tries his best but it is never enough. Men, they can never take a break and look at the big picture."

I smiled. I had to agree with that.

I finished my job and Caroline got done with her talk. "All done?" she asked me.

"Yes Caroline," I said.

She always insisted I call her call her Caroline. Never ma'am or miss. She was a very casual, I liked that about her.

"Listen, sorry about that on the phone, you know how I can get when I am on a rant," she said looking sheepish.

"No problem, I am like any of the furniture, I hear but I don't tell."

"You're a good boy Alex, you will go places, I can tell."

"Why thank you Caroline, and if I may say if you're husband is cheating he is an absolute fool."

She blushed. "Oh, you sweet talker. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I didn't marry him for love, all about the money." she got a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe I should hire a detective. Get some proof than I can divorce his sorry ass. Take half and be free."

She handed me the money and I counted. "Caroline, you gave me an extra two hundred."

"Well don't complain silly. I know it's Friday."

I blushed. Obviously she was more aware of dad's problem than I thought she was. It was embarrassing to know others knew about it. I cursed mom for leaving, sure dad had a bit of a problem back in the day, but after she left it got so much worse.

"Hey now, don't feel ashamed." She gripped my chin with her thumb and finger. "You're fathers faults are his to bear, not yours."

"I wish it were that simple," I said.

She gave me a hug. "It's okay. Just remember you are a good boy, taking care of you're father like this. Just don't get caught becoming the parent with him or else you'll never stop."

"Thank you Caroline," I said.

I drove back home, I drove the truck this time. We used it to haul the trailer we used to dump the trash and junk we cleaned up for our clients.

As I pulled into our house I saw a fancy car parked to the sidewalk. Dad must have found a new customer for us to clean they;re place. Judging from how expensive the car looked I would have to say we were about to have a major pay day.

I pulled into the driveway and parked. Whistling I opened the door and stepped in. "Dad I'm home," I called.

I took my shoes off. "Dad I'm home," I called again.

"In here son," I heard dad call from the living room.

I knew right than and there something was wrong. I could hear it in his voice, it was timid, scared even. I walked into the living room and saw he was not alone. There were three men in the room. Two of them stood side by side to the man sitting down. The two were obviously muscle. They were tall, buff and thug like.

The man who sat between them was obviously the boss. He wore an Armani suite, he had streaks of silver in his hair and he was smiling at me as I entered the room. Dad sat across from him looking terrified and pale.

I don't know who scared me more, the thugs or they're boss. He just smiled at me while his cronies glared at me, but something about that smile made me think it is the same smile a cat gives a mouse before it springs on it.

"Dad...what is going on?" I asked.

"Alex...this is Mr. Rossini and his assistants," dad said.

"Hello," I greeted. I may be scared of them but that doesn't mean I shouldn't be polite. Some ass kissing might make them take mercy on us for what ever stupidity dad did.

"Nice to meet you Alex, I was just talking to you're father about his situation," Rossini said. He had a thick Italian accent.

"What situation?" I asked dreading the answer.

"Come sit down son," dad said patting the seat next to him.

I sat down feeling full of dread. I already knew what this was about. Dad had gone and blown his money gambling. And judging from the look on dad's face he had gone and dug himself a hole bigger than before. Much, much, much deeper.

"Dad, what have you done?" I asked.

He refused to look at me, I could see the shame on his face though. "I went to the race track today, I put down a thousand and won. So I made another bet and won, than another. On the forth try I lost."

"Dad how much?"

"I mean I was on such a streak, I had such a good feeling this time!" he said angrily. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Dad how much do you owe?" I asked again.

"I had a feeling, I thought-"

"How much!" I almost yelled.

"One million dollars," Rossini said.

One...million...dollars?

"A million dollars?" I said quietly. I could feel the blood draining from my face. A million fucking dollars? We didn't have a million dollars!

"I am sorry, I had a good feeling Alex, I thought I could put an end to our money problems."

"A fucking good feeling? Dad you have had hundreds of good feelings before and they all ended bad!" I growled at him.

He flinched like I struck him. "I am sorry."

I am sorry. I hated that word so fucking bad. It was the last thing mom said before she left, it was what dad always said after he told me he lost all our hard earned money. It had never been anywhere close to being this high before. Where in the hell were we going to get one million dollars.

"On the plus you're father has already paid us ten thousand in advance. We have also acquired some personal belongings to help pay for what you owe us, but I am afraid he still owes us," Rossini said.

"How much?" I asked.

"Nine hundred-thousand."

Fuck that was still a lot. What was I going to do? What were we going to do?

"Now I am a fare man, I have decided to give you and you're father some time to get the money," Rossini said.

"Oh thank you, how much?" I asked.

"Two months."

Two months? That wasn't nearly enough time to gather that much money. Shit what were we going to do!

"Um, Mr. Rossini there is no way we-"

"I know. But I don't care." his voice had gone cold and it made me flinch. "You have two months to get me my nine hundred thousand dollars or I will take it out of you're blood and you're fathers."

"Rossini come on, I can't get you nine hundred-thousand in two months, that is to much in to little time," dad said.

"Well I think I need to help give you some motivation. Boys."

The thugs moved forward. "Alex go!" dad said. I tried to run but the one thug caught me and held my arm behind my back, he kept a firm grip and I knew all he had to do was twist a little more and he could break my arm. The other thug grabbed dad and began to beat the hell out of him.

Dad tried to fight back but the thug was to big and to strong. "Dad, no!" I cried.

I watched as the thug beat the hell out of dad. Punch after vicious punch and soon blood began to fly from his mouth. Rossini just sat and watched. He did not smile, he did not frown. His face was completely devoid of any emotion, he was like a statue.

"Stop," he finally said.

The thug stopped and dad fell to the floor. I tried to get to him but the thug kept a tight grip on me. Rossini got up and walked over to dad. "Consider this a warning Kingston. You have two months to pay me, or next time I won't come for you."

He turned to me and I froze. He walked over and grabbed my chin. "I will come for you're son. Pretty thing like him I am sure he can help pay of you're debt."

"No please, not my boy, do what you want with me but leave my boy alone," dad said.

"Now where is the lesson in that?" Rossini said letting my chin go roughly.

"Two month's Kingston and don't even think about going to the cops, I have them in my pocket and if you even hint to them I swear I will make you watch as I have you're son torn limb from limb and make you eat what is left. Got it?"

"Yes, I'll have the money I swear."

"Good. Lets go boys."

The thug let me go and they both followed they're boss. I heard the door open and slam shut, heard the sound of the car start and drive off. "Alex, buddy are you okay?"

Dad touched my shoulder and I pulled away, tears ran down my face, making his seem blurry, but even through the haze I could see he was a real mess. That thug had worked him up good. But I was to angry to worry over his injury's. "Way to go dad, you really fucked up this time!"

"Alex, I am sorry."

"Stop fucking saying that! You are always sorry dad. But sorry isn't going to cut it this time, where are we going to get the money? Huh?"

"We'll work more, sell more."

"Why so you can blow more on gambling? So you can get the idea you will magically get lucky and win enough money only to blow it all and make more debit?"

"Alex please, we need to stick together on this."

I backed away from him. "There is no we dad, there is you and me. You go and dig a hole and I bust my ass trying to pull you out. Well this time you went and dragged me in with you. In two month's time I could be getting killed all because you had a feeling."

I turned and headed for the door. "Where are you going?"

"Out, I need to figure out a way to save our ass's...again."

"Alex wait!"

I turned and faced him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the money Caroline gave me. "Here, its the money I earned today. Lord knows we will need every penny."

I spun around and ran outside. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my car keys. I got in and started the car. I saw dad in the door way, bloody, calling me, but I ignored him.

I drove off, the engine roaring and tires squealing. I had no idea where I was going, I just know I had to get away. I had to think. Maybe I should get some food. McDonald's sounds good right now.


Carlos P.O.V

I was working late tonight. Pissed and angry.

After school I got home. Mom was running a little late and I decided to do her a favor and grab the post from the mail box. Mom always got it but this time I figured I could do her a favor and bring it in for her.

Imagine my shock when I found a whole stack of bills, all late.

I read them all, I was amazed at how much we owed. What was worse was that I found a letter from social services. They were aware of our situation and said if we did not find stable financial income they were going to take Erik and put him in a foster home until we could get things situated.

My fists shook with anger. This was bullshit! We may have money problems but they had no right to take my little brother! How could mom keep this from me? We were supposed to look out for one another, not keep secrets. Especially not secrets like this.

As soon as she got home I sent Erik upstairs so we could talk. I showed her the bills, I showed her the letter. She broke down crying and I could not stay mad at her.

I guess business had not been going good for her. She did not want to worry me, she knew I had a lot on my plate right now what with work and school. I held her as she cried.

"Oh Carlos, what are we going to do, I wish Miguel was here."

"Does he know?"

"No, I haven't told no one. I am sorry. I can't bare the thought of losing him. We can't let them take him, who knows how long it would be before we got the money we need to get him back."

"It's okay, I will find a way, I swear," I said.

So here I was getting ready to close. I talked to my boss about getting more hours. But I was already working a full week and he could give me no more. I was about to lock the door when someone showed up and knocked on it.

"Sorry, were closed," I said.

The guy looked at me like her recognized me, than he sighed. He looked familiar. He was my age, he had black hair and green eyes. "Okay, sorry for the bother."

He turned and walked back to his car, a black impala. I watched him as he walked away, his shoulders were slumped and he walked slow. Either he was having a bad day or he really wanted a Mcdouble. I watched him as he walked away, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar. I could have seen him at work before, I see dozens of people every day.

Stumped I was about to turn when I saw something from the corner of my eye. A black man in a grey hoodie was walking straight for the kid and his impala. Years int the hood gave me a good instinct for trouble and right now my instincts were going off like crazy. The man had his hands in his pockets, another bad sign. Also the kid was unaware of the approaching man.

Acting quick I ran in the back and grabbed the mop. I ran back to the door and unlocked it. My instincts had proved right. The black mad had the kid up against the impala, his let hand covering his mouth, his right hand holding a blade. He was whispering angrily at the kid so I could not hear what he was saying but I figured it was the usual "Give me you're shit or I'll gut you.' rutene.

I quietly snuck up behind him, mop held firmly in my hands. The kid saw me coming but didn't let his eyes linger on me so as not to alert his attacker.

"Hurry up!" the black man hissed.

I saw the kid reach into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He let go of his mouth and grabbed the wallet but kept his knife close to his face. "Things fucking light, you better at least have a twenty in here," the black man growled.

While he was busy with the wallet I brought the mop up and struck his arm. The knife skidded on the ground and the black man cursed, holding his arm in pain. He whirled around, his eyes glaring dangerously and the kid behind him got out of the way.

"You fucking spic! I'm going to fuck you up!"

"Like I am scared of some two bit street trash," I said calmly.

He took a step forward but the kid ran to my side, holding up the attackers fallen knife. "You really want to do this?" the kid asked.

The attacker looked at the both of us, I could tell he wanted to attack us anyway. I hoped he was smarter than he was mean. Luck was on my side and he ran, throwing curses at us as he ran. Once he disappeared we relaxed.

"Thanks man, I owe you my life," the kid said.

Standing next to him I realized he was five foot ten, five inches smaller than me. He was white and had jet black hair that seemed to blend in with the night time darkness. It wasn't like something you got from a box, it was natural. He was lanky, with a swimmers build, his face was rounded at the cheeks giving him a slight baby face look.

"No problem, have we met? I feel like I should know you," I said.

He smiled. "Well we have only been going to school for the past twelve years."

I realized who he was then. "Alex Kingston," I said.

"Carlos Santiago." he said my name the same way I said his, with shock and realization.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"Yeah well when you don't notice someone you tend to forget them," he said pocketing the knife.

"Are you okay? He didn't cut you did he?" I asked

"No, roughed me up a little but that is it," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Come on in, I'll get you something."

He followed me inside and I made sure I locked the door. I got him a small coke which he drank down. "Thanks. God I am wired now," he said.

"Wired?" I asked confused.

"High strung, full of energy, of adrenaline," he explained.

"Oh. So what are you doing out this late?" I asked.

We sat down at one of the tables. "Needed to get out and think." I got the feeling there was more to it than that but I did not press him for info.

"Thanks again for saving my ass, last thing I needed was some crack head to steal my ride."

"It is an awesome car," I said.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Hell yeah, I would kill for a car like that," I said.

"Need a ride?" he asked.

"Well I brought my truck."

"I could bring you back, let me by you a drink, a little thank you for saving my ass," he said.

"I could use a nice cold one," I said. Maybe a few cold ones could help me figure out what I was going to do about the money situation at home.

"How about I follow you," I said.

"Sure, fine by me."

I finished closing up and went in the bathroom to change into my civies. We went outside, we paid close attention to everything around us, in case that attacker decided to come back. I hopped into my truck and tried to start it, but it would not start. The gas was full, it should work.

"Fuck me!" I growled.

The growl of an engine made me look, Alex was in his impala waiting for me to start my truck. I got out and walked over to him. He saw me walking over and rolled down his window. "There a problem?"

"Piece of shit won't start," I grumbled.

"I take it you will need a ride home then?" he asked.

"Yeah. Tomorrow's Saturday so I can have my mom drop me off tomorrow and I can figure out how to fix it."

"They won't mind you leaving it here will they?"

"Naw, they won't mind."

"Alright, get in."

I walked around and got in. A part of me was a little giddy. I could feel the vibration the engine was making. I buckled up and we drove off to a nearby bar. When we got there I called ma ma up and left her a message that I would be home late and not to wait up.

We got our seats and the waitress got us some drinks. She gave me a smile and wink and I smiled back. As she walked away she gave her hips a bit more of a swagger than she had before.

"She is so checking you out," Alex said.

"I know. Thanks for the beer," I said.

"Thanks for saving my ass," he said.

We drank in comfortable silence for a few moments. I noticed Alex was rubbing his shoulder, like it was sore. "You okay?" I asked. "That thug didn't dislocate it or something did he?"

"No, just had a run in with...another thug earlier today." he took a drink from his beer.

I had four more beers, he only had two since he was the designated driver, he didn't mind though. We talked a little, about school, about work. I found out his dad and him had they're own little business. Kingston and son it was called. "Kind of like Sanford and son, dad thought it would be funny, he has odd humor like that," Alex said.

Two more beers and I was starting to feel a little buzzed. I shouldn't be drinking so much but the beer was helping me forget my troubles at him. It also helped me enjoy myself more. Hanging out with Alex was pretty fun, he was an okay kind of guy. I never hanged out with him before because we were from different social circles. But here we are having beers and kicking it back like old friends. Who says social circles weren't meant to be broken.

"So what does you're mom do?" I asked.

His face fell a little. "Don't know, haven't seen her since I was a kid. She ran off because she couldn't handle my dad's gambling problem. Just packed her shit one night and left."

"Shit man, I am sorry," I said.

"It's okay. Dad was devastated, his addiction got a lot worse. I have to do a lot of work now to help him pay a real bad score he owes some rich prick." he took a swig from his beer.

"I know how you feel. My dad left when I was ten, left me, my mom, my brother Miguel and my baby brother Erik to fend for ourselves."

"You have a brother?"

"Just Miguel and Erik. Miguel is in prison, got involved in some gang shit trying to earn a little extra for us on the sides you know. He gets out next year, we are really excited about that. Not that it matters if I get one brother back and loose another."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I tend to get a little more talkative when I am drunk, or close. Having revealed some serious info about myself to a guy I was just speaking to for the first time in years must mean I was more tipsy than I thought.

"Well, we have money issues see, I work at the McDonald's and ma ma cleans houses. I just found out today we have tons of bills we have to pay and social services is threatening to take Erik if we don't get everything paid."

"Shit man, I am sorry," he said.

"Ever since dad left every day has been a struggle for us. Than Miguel got thrown behind bars and I had to be the man of the house...I think I may have to quit school."

"Why?"

"It's the only way I can have enough time to get two jobs. But if I quit school I won't get the football scholarship and I won't be able to go to college."

I sighed and finished my beer.

Alex looked down at his bottle. "My dad owes nine hundred-thousand dollars to some psycho and we have two month's to get the money or...well you get the idea."

I looked at him shocked. "Nine hundred-thousand? Jesus," I said.

"Told you he had a problem," Alex said bitterness dripping from his mouth.

"But where are you going to get the money?"

"I have no fucking idea." he moaned and covered his face.

"Shit, we both have money issues."

"You think," he said from behind his hands.

"Man. We are in the same kind of situation most people get in when they start doing desperate things for money."

"Like what?" he asked rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know, stealing, swindling. Lord knows I got a big enough dick I could make money off it."

Alex froze, he opened his eyes slowly. I could see in his eyes he had just thought of something. As the seconds passed his eyes got bigger and rounder. His mouth slightly opened, giving him the look of someone who just had a major idea.

"What is it?" I asked.

He looked at me with new eyes, like he was seeing me for the first time. "Carlos, I think I have an idea."


Alex P.O.V

Many years later when this story had ended I would recall thinking back to this day. Thinking that had it not been for Carlos's passing suggestion I would not have come up with the idea and both our lives might not had turned out so well.

What is it?" he asked.

"Carlos, I think I have an idea," I said.

"What? I am willing to listen to anything," he said.

I leaned in forward and he did the same. I lowered my voice, but the sound of the jut-box blasting out music made whispering unnecessary but better safe than sorry. I just hope he doesn't get pissed and beat my ass. He had already had like six beers and was bigger than me, he could cream me easily.

I could not believe I had even thought of this myself actually, but you know what they say about desperate times call for desperate measures and I did not want to be chopped up in little pieces or sold as a sex slave. Which was ironic seeing my idea for Carlos was similar to the latter.

"Okay, now before you react, keep an open mind and remember I have had some beer and have been attacked by a thug and a mobster and his cronies."

"Just tell me the idea."

"Okay, now remember this benefits both of us. Together you and me can make enough money to pay for both our situations."

"Well spill it out," he said getting impatient.

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Okay, so I have heard rumors around the school that you are...well endowed."

"Huh?"

"You're hung like a horse."

"Oh....how would you know?"

"All those girls you slept with have big mouths. Especially Jessica."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "She has been telling people about my dick?"

"So has every other girl you slept with. Now look. I think I have an idea to use that to our advantage."

He peeked at me from the crack of his fingers. "My dick?" he asked.

"Yes. I think we should sell it to the highest bidder and make some money of it."

He looked at me for a moment, than his face broke into a smile, showing of those perfect pearly white teeth. "Man stop fucking around."

"No, you would be the one fucking around."

"Dude seriously, you want me to whore myself for money?"

"You wouldn't be alone, I would be you're pimp."

He laughed harder. "Oh man, I thought I was a light weight, you have had one to many buddy," he said.

He grabbed my beer and downed the rest.

"I am serious Carlos. We both need the money and we need it quick."

He looked at me and the humor left his face when he saw how serious I was. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Dude no, that is sick. I am not going to have sex with a bunch of guys for money!"

"You wouldn't have to fuck guys. I am talking about the opposite sex for our clientele. Do you know how many rich, lonely housewives there are out there in need of a good lay? Do you know how much they are willing to pay for just afive minutes alone?"

"Oh what and you are an expert on these things?" he snorted.

"No, but I know someone who is."

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter. Look We can do this. This is a matter of supply and demand, we have the supply, they have the demand. We give them the supply and demand payment in return, it is full proof."

"Where is this we coming from I am the one that would be doing the work," he said.

"Who will be doing the planning, the negotiating? Whop will make sure you get the proper payment? Who will make sure you don't get busted by cops or angry husbands?"

"But why do I have to be the whore? Why can't you just do the sex part?"

"Uh hello. You are young, tall, dark, handsome and if rumor holds well blessed in the nether region area. You would make a lot, lot, loooot more than me."

"Please, I think you are blowing my looks out of proportion," he said. Despite the humble sentence there was a cocky smirk on his face.

"Alright, I will prove it." I flagged down our waitress.

She was typical Cali-girl material. Blonde hair, blue eyes, nice breasts barely restrained by an itty bitty white shirt and a pair of shorts so tight I was amazed she could even fit into them. "More drinks?" she asked.

"No, I have a question. Who do you think is more handsome? Me or my friend?" I asked.

She looked at me, like she was wondering if I was pulling her leg.

"Look I am serious. Who do you think is better looking? Me or him."

"Him," she said looking at Carlos.

"And if you had a choice between having sex with him or me who would you have sex with?" I asked.

She smiled and pointed at Carlos. "No offense, I mean you are fine looking but...."

"Okay, last question. Of all the men you have ever had sex with, do any of them compare to him in the looks department?"

She shook her head. "No, I would love to fuck him." she stepped close to Carlos and leaned close, pushing her breasts close to his face. "I get off at one, but I think I can get you off sooner."

"Thanks, but I am in a relationship," Carlos said winking at her.

"I'm not." she brought her hand up and ran it over his head, feeling his hair between her fingers.

He took her hand and kissed it. "Sorry, but like I said I am taken."

She smiled. "Well if you change you're mind, like I said I get off at one. Hopefully again not to soon afterwords."

She walked away and Carlos watched her ass, a look of slight regret on his face.

"See that is what I am talking about," I said.

He snapped his attention back to me. "What?"

"You just rejected her but she still wanted you. Most girls don't handle rejection to well."

"She must not be like most girls," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Dude, you had her eating out of you're hand."

"Look Alex, I appreciate the faith you have in me and all but last time someone in my family did illegal shit it turned out bad for my family."

I should have stopped, but images of dad bloody and beaten were in my head, still so painfully fresh. This was my only way out and I was scared and desperate, bad combination for anyone.

"This isn't some gang shit. Look all you do is have some sex with some women man, have lots of sex and get paid a lot of money. Thats a dream job for lots of guys."

"Look, adultery is a sin alright. A violation of god's commandants."

"So is premarital sex and you had no problem with that. Besides you aren't committing adultery, the chicks you'll be banging will be, so if anyone will be going to hell."

He sighed and rubbed the bridge if his nose. I kept going, sensing weakness. Having lived with dad all these years gave me a good sense of knowing when someone is about to crack.

"Look man I am no more thrilled about this than you. But this is our only way. I do not want to watch some psycho have my dad beaten to death. He even threatened to sell me as a street whore. I know what that life is like Carlos, you get beaten by you're pimp, you risk getting STD's, you could be mutilated by your own clients. Compared to them you would have it easy."

"He really said he would make you into a street whore?" he asked looking sick.

"Yeah and he said if we went to the cops who he also mentioned as owning he would make dad it what was left of my body after he had me ripped apart."

He really looked sick now.

"This is for both of us man. I can get you the money you need to pay all you're bills and keep you're little brother. Do you want him going to a home? I know you have heard the horror stories. You want a bunch of strangers looking after him? You want to take the risk one of them might like him a little to much?"

He glared at me with such anger I shriveled away from him. I decided to take a different approach. "Wouldn't it be nice to buy nice things for them? A ps3 for you're bro, a nice new pearl necklace for you're mom. Who knows, you could make enough money to move them out of the ghetto and into a nice safe neighborhood. Away from the drug dealers and gangs."

"The good lord will provide," he mumbled. He didn't sound so sure, less confident. Maybe I could use his own words against him.

"Dude, he has provided for you, he gave you that thing between you're legs."

"But prostitution is beneath us."

"Yeah, maybe if we had options. But we don't. We need money and we need it now, otherwise you and your mom are on the streets and you're brother is living with someone else and I am either dead or getting AID's from some fat ugly slob in an ugly ass car in a dark alley. We can help one another. In fact I can get you someone within the next two days. All I need you to do is be there on time and give them what they want. We will split the money, fifty, fifty."

He looked at me, than at his empty bottle. "But my job."

"Tell you what, quit you're job and come work for me and my dad, we can pay you more than they do. Plus it will be the ultimate trick. Imagine we show up and while I do all the work you are inside banging the misses. I keep an eye out so if we get any unexpected surprises like the hubby showing up home early from work, I will call you and warn you and you can hide or get out and get you're shit on."

I leaned in close to him and stared him right in his gorgeous brown eyes. It was perverse I know, the guy I had a crush on I was trying to convince to be my hooker. But like I said, afraid and desperate, not a good mix.

"When the day comes when you loose everything, will you remember this as the day you stood on you're high horse covered in you're armor of morals. Or will you remember it as the day you had the chance to make a better life for not just yourself but you're family as well?"

It was a dirty, rotten, scumbag thing to do I know. But I had no choice. If I was going to live to see nineteen I was going to have to do this. I hated dad so bad right now for getting me involved in this shit. This was definitely going above and beyond for family.

Of course Carlos would be doing all the hard work, I would just be doing the business transactions and stuff, but to use a human being in such a way made me sick. But I reminded myself this helped him to. This helped him and his family. It helped me sooth my conscious, just a little.

He had a deep frown on his face and I prayed to god or anyone who was listening for him to say yes.

"Fine. I will do it," he said.

I clapped my hands together and cheered.

"Yes! Thank you Carlos."

"I will quit work tomorrow. How soon can you get me some...work?" he asked.

"Well you can just come on board with me and dad right away. First we need to get you ready."

"Ready?"

"Yes. First do you have protection?" I asked.

"Yeah, I haven't been an idiot and doing it bareback you know," he said rolling his eyes.

"Good, okay do you have...lubrication?" I asked.

"I have some KY."

"Good. Now one more thing...how big is you're dick?" I asked.

He let out a chuckle and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head, a cocky (forgive the pun) smile on his face. "I am twelve inches and when I am fully hard I am two and a half inches thick."

My mouth dropped open. Twelve inches long, two and a half thick? My god! I thought the girls had been blowing it out of proportion just a little. But I guess they had been telling the truth. A small shiver ran down my back and a whole slew of new fantasy's were running through my head. Right now I was so jealous of all the women who were about to have the one thing I wanted but could not have.

He saw the look on my face and chuckled. "It's okay to be envious. Believe me plenty of the guys on the team are. You should see them when we hit the showers after practice. They try so hard not to look but I catch them peaking."

"And that doesn't bother you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Hey, if you got it, you got it. I don't do guys but I don't mind them checking me out. I am good looking after all, they can't help it."

I smiled at his ego. But damn he was right, he was good looking and he knew it.

"Okay, so I think I can get you some work tomorrow or maybe even Sunday," I said.

"That quick?" he asked.

"Yes. I work for a lot of rich people, I know tons of ladies. Listen, I hate to bring this up but...what about you and Jessica? I don't want a relationship complicating things here," I said.

He sighed and his shoulders slumped. "I will break up with her. Wasn't like we were in love or anything."

"Sorry," I said.

"It's okay, this time next week she will have a new boy. Nothing to cry over. So we are really going to do this?"

"Looks like it. Come on, lets go, I will take you home, it is getting late."

We got up and headed outside. As I drove Carlos home I was already planning. My head was going through all the women I knew who needed a lay. The one name at the top of the list. Caroline.

Fusedtwilight: Well there you go. Please review and be gentle, it's only my second original story. Plus it is th only fic i have ever done with explicet sex.