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The weight of the gun sunk him further.
"Yeah, that's why they give em' to men." Hank laughed. As did everyone else. He wasn't a man. He was a joke.
Fifty years, and what has he accomplished, that wasn't stolen from him? What legacy will he leave behind at point? There isn't much time left. His life lost passion, and it wasn't coming back anytime soon. Especially later that night, after Skyler didn't pay attention or even look at him while pleasuring him for his birthday.
The next night, he laid in bed alone, looking for something - anything - that would reignite some passion in his life. He 's hadn't watched pornography in years. Nothing had ever grabbed his interest. But why not try again. A fantasy might give him clearer direction as to what he wanted. Cam shows provided a personal, live element. A much closer connection. A stranger on a screen forms a deeper connection than his wife, even when she's in the room. He didn't know where to start. He scrolled through whatever site came up first. It featured boys and girls. No filter. He came across many blondes, as was his type, but none of them drew him to click. Endless scrolling left him ready to give up until someone looked familiar. No, it couldn't be. Pinkman? He clicked. He had to be sure he wasn't seeing things. The face became easier to see.
sk8er_boi86: Yo! Whad'ya wanna see tonight? You perverted bitches?!
Yep that was him.
Holy shit. Walt was shocked. But his next thought was What does a high school stoner do when they barely graduate? Pinkman became a porn star. At least he's not in jail or selling drugs. Walt was in his teacher mindset and felt gross. But intrigued. Jesse kept his looks well past high school and seemed pretty popular. But what did Walt know?
sk8er_boi86: You perves getting turned on?
Yes.
Walt didn't intend to, but he became more and more interested and didn't notice how long he had been staring.
Jesse laid on a bed and stoked himself, looking right into the camera. He had sparkling eyes and little muscles. The men chatting with him where saying vile things. Couldn't Jesse have gotten a real job and worked his way up? But here Walt was, same as these other men, watching a 24 year old boy masturbate. He was even more vile. He was Jesse's teacher.
Jesse brought his pre-cum covered fingers to his lips. He rested his head on his other hand. Moment by moment an idea was starting to form in Walt's mind.
No. He couldn't possibly be thinking. It's crazy and disgusting.
But, Jesse seemed to make money.
Just before Jesse was about to come, Walt logged off and slammed the laptop shut. He took a deep breath and pulled himself out of bed. A shower would clean him of all filth. The warm water felt so good on his skin. He began to caress his pecs. They still held firm muscle. And his nipples were always a perfect balance of size and color. He stepped out of the shower and stared at himself in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, he looked at his body. Really looked. It was still pretty fit. No undesirable fat. Visible abs. A strong jaw that could be highlighted if he shaved off his Ned Flanders mustache. And a cock longer and thicker than the average man. It got Skyler pregnant at forty nine. How could this body be succumbing to cancer? He might as well show it to the world while he can.
Walt waited outside Jesse's gate.
He heard a door open, and obliviously, Jesse sauntered out. Bopping his head to some song.
"Jesse."
Jesse jumped and grabbed a crowbar.
Walt held his hands up as a sign of non aggression. "It's me. I'm alone."
"Mr. White? How'd you find me?" Jesse calmed slightly but still didn't understand his ex teacher trespassing on his property.
"You're still in our filing system." A pause. "So your aunt owns this place right."
"I own it." Jesse was still agitated. "Why are you here?"
"I was curious-"
"About what?"
"I caught your show last night."
Jesse's face dropped.
"Honestly I never expected you to amount to much but, pornography?" Walt chuckled. "I didn't picture that."
"I would hope not." Jesse was breathing aggressively, still gripping the pipe.
"There's a lot of money in it, right?
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jesse shrugged him off.
"No?" Walt closed the gap between them slowly. "Not a clue?"
"Sk8terboi86?" Walt chuckled again. "That's not you?"
Jesse kept backing away.
"You have the same unbrushed hair you did back then."
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. White. I mean if you're planning on giving me some bull-winder about gettin' right with Jesus-"
"Not Really."
"High school was a long time ago. You ain't Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches."
"Short speech." Walt gestured.
"You don't have a partner, right? Who are you? Some young skinny boy with a web-cam?"
The insult hit Jesse in the temple.
"But you seem to know how to use it."
Jesse still didn't know where he was going with this.
"I was thinking...Maybe you can I could partner up."
Jesse was shocked. He was grossed out. He didn't know how to respond. So he laughed. "You-you wanna fuck me?"
Walt didn't budge.
"What is this like some sick fantasy you've had since I was a teenager? Huh? And you wanna broadcast it for the world to see just to prove...what?"
Walt wasn't sure how to respond. It was so ridiculous.
"Look I don't do that man. Especially not for an ex teacher. Especially one...like" He scanned Walt up and down. "...you"
"I know my way around a camera...and other things."
Jesse laughed again.
"I think we could bring in hefty sum of money."
Jesse still wasn't swayed.
"Or, I could out you to your parents." Got him. "They don't know, right? That you do this? Or that you're-
"I'm not a fag, okay!"
Walt didn't push it.
"I bet the IRS doesn't know either."
Jesse had enough. He mulled it over. He wasn't bringing in enough money to pay the property tax this year. He couldn't go back to drug dealing. After Emilio got caught, the DEA was way to close. Minimum wage wasn't going to cut it either.
"So...what do you want to do to me?"