Walter & Jacque (complete)

    I’ve been trying to find ways to make use of all the free time I have while Tupac is gone. Not sure where he’s gone or what he’s up to, all bad I’m sure, but I’m on my own while he’s away. I’ve been going to clubs, bar hopping, doing whatever comes naturally in between. 

    Funds are getting low though, and I’m starting to weigh my options. I could easily charge for my time, lord knows I should I’m worth it. But at the same time, it seems a little cheap of me to do so. I have no shame, I don’t understand why I’m having such a hard time deciding this. Maybe it’s because of all the time I’ve spent with Tupac and whatever feelings have sprung up there. Although, I highly doubt that too. I could be nervous, but that seems equally unlikely.

    Anyways, I’m spending the last few dollars I have at a drink at the bar. I’m sipping it slowly, hoping to make it last. I’m watching something on the television, not really paying attention, just kind of lost in my own mind. I’m thinking about taking that part-time job as the gas station. I could easily do that, steal food from there as I needed it. Hell, I’d get all the bad coffee I wanted whenever I worked.

    As my mind drifts to all the snack foods and junk I could take for myself every day someone slips up beside me at the bar. They smell good, almost too good. It’s like they bathe in expensive cologne and lotions. They slide up beside me, between the stools of the bar. They tap the counter and point to me then raise two fingers.

    Moments later a new drink appears before me as well as the good smelling pretty boy beside me. I’ve been nursing my ice for a while, trying to suck the last remnants of alcohol off them. This came at the perfect time. Also, it gave me a better option than the gas station.

    “My hero,” I say as I take the new glass. 

    The good smelling pretty boy is far and off from my usual fare. He looked like that kind of rich bitch who knew more about fashion labels than grocery shopping. He was tall, a little baby faced but with a perfect pouty mouth. His hair was styled to look messy and like he’d just woken up, but I would bet good money he had spent hours trying to style that perfectly unkempt fop. 

    He leans down towards me, and I realize he’s stinking drunk already. He reeks of booze and pot, and I realize he’s probably a little sheltered, maybe even a Mommy’s boy trying his first hand at rebelling and failing at it. 

    “You look lonesome.” His voice is nice, a little cute but just the right amount of depth. “Want some company?”

    He’s trying his hardest not to slur, which I find absolutely adorable. “What kind of company are you offering?” I turn a little towards him and smirk. I wonder if he knows I’m a man. He may be so drunk that he just sees the long hair and great body, not realizing I have a lot more to offer him.

    Pretty boy bites his lip and I’ll admit, I’m interested. “Oh, anything,” he grunts as he saddles up closer to me. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

    I wonder how much he would give. I reach out and touch his chest, he’s got a good body, and actually in shape one. I pet down his stomach, watching his eyes go from overconfidence to eager anticipation. 

    My fingers then slip into his pocket and I could bust out laughing at the look of horrid disappointment on his face. “I like to look at wallets before I look at dicks,” I tell him.

    “Both are big,” pretty boys huffs. He grabs my wrist and yanks it up. 

    “Everybody says that,” I say, tilting my head to the side. “Very few are telling the truth.”

    Pretty boy grits his teeth and curls his lip. “You wanna see then?”

    I bite back my smirk. It’s not really that fun when they’re drunk and you aren’t. Seems awfully one-sided. Also, the drunk one always gets sloppy and often you don’t get your needs met. Once again, I’m weighing my options at a bar.

    “I’ll show you both,” pretty boy hiccups. “Give you some of both too.”

    Ok, a quick buck would be nice. I arch my brow and tilt my head to my shoulder. “How much of both?” I ask.

    “Touch me here,” he says as he holds back a burp. “I’ll give you a hundred.”

    I smirk and pop his cheek. “There. I touched you.” I hold my palm out. “Now give me.”

    “No!” He huffs and grabs my hand. He unzips his pants and places my hand down them while I giggle. “This touch!”

    “Mm,” I inch in closer to him, using my leg to block the view. “Well, well, not bad.” I grope his cock. It’s already a little hard. “Maybe you aren’t lying.”

    “Fuck,” pretty boy growls.

    “Now what?” I ask. “Why stop at a hundred? Why not go up more?”

    Pretty boy looks around anxiously and moans out loud. I try to keep from laughing, he’s a little stupid I’m sure and it’s quite adorable. He makes me take my hand out and he zips his pants back up. 

    “Aww,” I feign a pout. “Are we stopping here?”

    The pretty boy gives me a look then retakes hold of my hand. “You got a car?” He asks.

    “Bathroom may be better,” I tug on his hand and lead the way. The bathroom has a few stragglers in it. A guy is pissing at the urinal and I can hear moaning from one of the stalls. The second one is free, so I push pretty boy in there.

    “What’re we doing?” The pretty boy asks.

    I kiss him, pressing close to his body and shoving my hands down his pants. His harder than before, and even drunk he’s a good kisser. He grabs my ass, kneading it a bit too hard. I feel sorry for all the girls he’s probably messed around with before.

    “Easy tiger,” I laugh. “You gotta show me more of your wallet first.”

    “A thousand!” He blurts. I know he’s drunk and horny and probably not thinking, but I feel like I can risk that.

    “Oh my,” I grin. “You must really like me.” I pull down his pants and watch his cock spring out. The thumping and throbbing of the music outside the bathroom sounds like someone fucking already. I don’t plan on fucking pretty boy outright just yet. For now, I was going to give him a sample and make him want more of me.

    I squat, so I don’t touch any of the bathroom, I then take pretty boy’s cock into my mouth. No need to get fancy right now, after all, he’s drunk and probably won’t appreciate the more fine-tuned aspects of my talents. 

    I suck the tip of his cock, pleasantly surprised by how thick he is. He’s also smooth like a doll, I’m not used to that. Tupac is so hairy and never trims. Pretty boy is smooth from the thighs up. I kind of like it. I don’t need to worry about choking on a hair later.

    Above me he moans and whimpers. He grabs the back of my head, forcing me down completely on his cock. He then takes over, thrusting his hips so that he fucks my face. I don’t mind, I’m used to this sort of thing from Tupac and his friends. Pretty boy though isn’t nearly as rough so I can’t at least catch my breath.

    “You feel so good!” Pretty boy whines. “Oh fuck! God! I need this!”

    I could roll my eyes but instead I suck him harder, gulping as he goes down my throat a bit. Then, without warning, he cums. It spurts and chokes me and as I pull back his gushes all over my face and lips. I cough and sputter, swallowing what I could of him.

    Pretty boy presses his back against the stall, grinning like an idiot and breathing hard. “That was so good! Fuck yes-” he gulps down a breath.

    I grab his face, kissing him and making him taste his own slop. “You’re so eager.” I pull back. “Imagine what else I could do for you,” I purr.

    Pretty boy licks his lips. “How much?”

    I giggle and kiss him again, letting him grab me roughly. I would figure out a price later, but for now I at least had the promise of a good thousand to keep me warm tonight. Pretty boy followed me from the bathroom like a drunk puppy. I took him to my old, dirty truck where he told me where to go.

    We went to a fancy hotel, the kind you always see in movies about affairs and what not. He simply takes a key from the guy at the front desk and we go to the room. I’ve never really been in a nice hotel before, ok motels and creepy motels sure. But this hotel room was something else. It was huge, had a kitchen and fridge, the whole works. 

    “C’mon,” pretty boy drags me to the bed “Let’s go c’mon.” He’s asleep as soon as he hits the bed.

    Usually, I would take what was in his wallet and just go. I do look through his wallet, finding black cards, platinum cards, as well as a lot of cash. Pretty boy’s name is Walter, he also attends University near here. I’ve never been the older man, but I’m willing to play that card for pretty boy Walter.  Now seemed like the perfect time in indulge. After all, this could mean I could escape working at the gas station for a little while, maybe even until Tupac gets back.

    I decide that while pretty boy sleeps I’ll take advantage of all the amenities the hotel has to offer. The fridge is stocked so I make myself a meal. I watch some movies on the movie screen and projector. I then go to the bathroom and take a luxurious shower. The kind where steam jets and water is coming out of the walls as well as the top. 

    “There you are,” pretty boys says.

    “Did you enjoy your nap?” I ask.

    “Not as much as I’m about to enjoy you,” he says as he walks into the bathroom.

    He’s adorable alright, a little corny but I could make do with that. I ring out my hair and turn off the faucet. “I’m almost done.”

    Walter opens the shower and smirks at me. “I was going to join you.”

    I turn to face him and I watch his expression. It goes from eager pride to confusion and then shock. “Oh,” he gasps and steps back.

    “What does that mean?” I smirk, knowing exactly what he means.

    “I didn’t-” Walter shakes his head still confused. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

    I step closer to him, putting my hand on his thigh and petting up it. “You didn’t?” I purr. “You sure you don’t want to try?” I kiss his neck, biting him as his tense body starts to relax.

    “I can’t...I really shouldn’t-” he moans.

    “You promised me,” I pout but grin as I fondle his cute little bubble butt. “I’ll keep it secret for you.”

    Walter is struggling but not really. He wants me, I know he does, his cock is already hard. He could be bisexual and never wanted to indulge, he could also be trying to hide the fact he’s gay so he can keep all his money and cards. I would never out someone anyways, it’s gross and tacky. I am more than willing to help someone discover themselves, that’s always much more fun than being shitty.

    “I’ve never-” Walter starts.

    “It’s all the same thing,” I say. I reach down and stroke his cock, slowly pumping it in my fist. “You enter a hole, you cum in the hole, you wait a few minutes to do it all over again.” I lick his smooth chest, biting and sucking his nipple. 

    Walter gasps and moans and grabs hold of my shoulders. “I shouldn’t-” he moans weakly. There is no argument in his head now. He wants to fuck me, he needs to fuck me.

    “You should,” I purr. “What harm can a little experimenting do?”

    Walter bites his plump bottom lip and looks aside.

    “Got any lube?” I kiss his chest and shoulders. 

    “I do,” he moans. “First drawer by the sink.”

    I smirk and step out, sauntering over to the sink where I find several bottles of lube tossed into the drawer. I select one and bend over the sink. I smear lube on my fingers and then rub it between my cheeks. In the mirror I can see Walter behind me as he watches. I ease my finger inside me, then another. I slightly open them to show Walter how I can stretch to take him.

    “A little help?” I hand the lube back to him. “Just drip some there, then rue it onto your cock.”

    Walter steps up beside me, allowing his cock to rub against my ass. He does as told, smearing more lube between my cheeks before rubbing his cock. He’s moaning and panting already. He grabs my hips and strokes his thick cock to my ass and thigh. 

    “Ok now,” I gulp down a breath. I add a third finger to my hole, letting Walter get excited out of his mind. “Take it slow.” I reach back and take his cock and place his tip at my pucker. “A big boy like you could do some damage.”

    Walter snarls and ruts himself between my cheeks. “You do this a lot?”

    “Only when I’m horny,” I croon. “Now, just go slow. Ease inside and see how you like it. Pussy is pretty good, but ain’t nothing like me.”

    I take a deep breath as I feel Walter push inside. His stretches me a good bit, he’s quite a bit thicker than Tupac. I take hold of my own cock, stroking myself as Walter eases inside me.

    “Like this?” Walter moans.

    “Good boy,” I sigh. “Do you like it? You like being inside me?”

    Walter is silent, still not ready to admit this is all he’s ever wanted. He starts to move too, pulling out and then easing back inside. He can’t help himself though, he begins to go a little faster and rougher. His fingers dig hard into my hips, pulling me back and nearly yanking me off the counter. He grinds inside me then slaps my ass.

    “Fuck!” I snarl.

    Walter spanks me again, and it feels so good. This may be his first time with a man, but he certainly has his game plan all ready. He then grabs me, wrapping his hand around my throat and pulling me up, so my back is against his chest. His thrusts up into me, snarling and moaning in my ear.

    “You’re just a slut aren’t you?” He bites my ear then swirls his tongue in it. “This hole is just made for fucking.”

    Ok so, this is a little hot. He’s so eager and obviously living out his fantasy. He pushes me back down and claps his hand hard against my ass. He’s having the time of his life, and I’m enjoying just being used as a toy for a bit.

    Walter moans and goes still, inside me he throbs and twitches as he releases. He sighs and pants, keeping me still as he finishes.

    “Fuck,” he whimpers and pulls out of me.

    “I didn’t get to cum,” I pout as I stand up. Walter leaves the bathroom, and I follow behind him.

    He goes to the fridge where he takes out a drink and gulps it down. I watch him, leaning against the refrigerator with my cock still hard. 

    “Very rude to leave your partner before they finish too,” I scoff.

    Walter glares at me and looks down my body. He grabs hold of my cock, squeezing it hard then pumping slowly. I moan softly and ease in closer to him. I slowly push him down, making him kneel in front of me.

    “Wait, I don’t do this,” Walter shakes his head, but I press my tip against his lips.

    “You do now,” I grab a fistful of his hair and push his head forward. His mouth opens, and he takes me inside. He fights at first, but soon he’s sucking and licking me like a good boy.

    I push him forward and thrust my hips. He grabs hold of my thighs and squeezes his eyes shut tight. He then gags and pulls back, coughing.

    “Easy! Fuck!” He spits.

    “You weren’t easy on me.” 

    Walter licks my shaft and back to the tip. He strokes me, sucking on the tip as he does. I moan, not giving him warning at all. I gasp and shiver as I release in his mouth. It dribbles down his tongue and onto his chest. He pulls back, making a face.

    “Hey!” He barks.

    I then kneel down with him, kissing him and sucking his tongue. “You show promise,” I purr. “You’re a good fuck, but you could be great.”

    His cheeks are bright red, and he looks excited. “Look, I don’t fuck guys-”

    I press my finger to his lips. “Nothing wrong with that. Whatever you take of your sexuality is up to you. Nobody has to know a fucking thing.”

    Walter bites my finger and stands up. “How much do you want?” He asks.

    I chuckle and stand. “You promised me a thousand just for the blow job.”

    He takes every dollar from his wallet and hands it out to me. “Take it. You can leave in the morning.”

    “Oh, I wasn’t going to get to leave before?” I smirk as I take the wad. 

    Walter grumbles something under his breath.

    “Want my number?” I smirk.

    He gives me the stink eye. “What for?” He asks. “We all got what we wanted. Why would I care if I ever saw you again?”

    “Ok,” I chuckle. I take the pad of notes from the bedside table and scribble down my phone number. I then lay it back down. “But just in case. You never know when the mood will strike again.”

    Walter rolls his eyes and huffs. “Whatever.”

    After I leave him that day, I take the money I earned and buy me some of the nicer things I have been longing for. I get myself a new leather jacket, new boots, and I stock the house with food. I have a feeling I’ll be seeing Walter again, but it’s all just up to him.

    A few days later I’m back at the bar having myself a drink. I’m talking and flirting with some casual friends when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I don’t recognize the number. All it says is: “come outside.”

    I excuse myself from the group and walk out the door. As I stand on the sidewalk looking around I smell that mix of wealth and good cologne. I turn, seeing Walter standing by the door with a massive scowl on his face.

    “Well, well, well,” I turn and grin at him. “Long time no see.”

    Walter scoffs and stands erect. “You just flirt with anybody?”

    I bite my grin. “Why so possessive?” I approach him and slip my fingers under his coat. “Are you jealous?” I purr as I press my chest to his. “Did you get angry thinking I was going to fuck some else?”

    Walter grabs my hair roughly and kisses me. He turns me and pushes me against the wall so he’s pressed between my legs. His kiss is hot and hungry and I start to get hard. He bites me and tugs my bottom lip.

    “Have you been thinking about me?” I taunt him.

    Walter grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “Get in the car,” he snarls. He drags me to his fancy little car and I get inside.

    I smirking to myself, feeling a little smug in this moment. “This car is way to small to fuck in,” I sigh.

    Walter turns to me, kissing me again. This time he feels much more needy than before. He whimpers softly as he kisses me. I know now I’ve got my meal ticket. As long as I can keep this adorable little guppy on my hook I can keep myself from having to work odd jobs and gas stations for a while. I can suck his cock and pay for my gas. I can fuck him and get a new car. All the while he’s learning about himself and what he wants. It’s a win-win I say.

    “We can’t go back to my place,” Walter snarls as we drive off, my head in his lap. He runs his fingers through my hair, gulping down breaths as he tries to stay focused.

    He tastes good, last time there was too much soap taste to him. Now, he tasted more human. There was salt on the skin and his precum was almost sweet. 

    “You’re too fucking good at that,” Walter groans as he rolls his hips.

    I lift up my head, stroking him so I can talk. “Why can’t we go back to your place?” I lick my lips. “I loved your place.”

    “My dad is there tonight,” he pushes my head down into his lap. “If he sees me with you it’ll be trouble.”

    I pull up again. “We can go to my place. No one is there so you can get as filthy as you like.”

    He grimaces but kisses me. “Fine.”

    I show him to my place. He looks uncomfortable by the surroundings but I’ll be sure to make him feel right at home soon enough. I take him to my bedroom where I throw him down on the bed.

    “Wait there like a good boy,” I say. “I’ll go get ready.” I go off to the bathroom where I find my lube from my last heavy petting session with Tupac. I prep myself then go to find Walter on the bed, sniffing my pillow and jerking off.

    “Oh my,” I stroke his arched haunches and bite his ass. “You’re making me hungry.”

    “Wait, don’t-” Walter moans.

    I give him a sound clapping on the ass and Walter chokes on his breath. “Don’t worry.” I roll him onto his back and I straddle his hips. “I have my own needs I need met tonight.” I sit down on Walter, taking him inside me.

Walter grabs hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my ass. “Yes! Oh fuck...thank god!” He whispers under his breath.

“Why are you praying to him when I’m right here?” I say as I start to move. I bounce my hips and then grind himself inside. I stroke my hands to my belly, showing him just where he is inside me.

“You feel so good,” Walter strains.

“Same to you,” I giggle, bracing myself forward a bit. I thrust back against him and grunt as he hits deep inside. He stretches me just right, so thick and hot he makes me come alive. I know it won’t take long for him, he’s so eager and hungry. I stroke my cock, wanting to feel just as much as he does.

I love when Walter cums, his face looks so innocent and sweet. He grabs me so hard he leaves bruises on my hips. He cums so much too, I wonder how long he’s been waiting for me. I cum on his belly and I swirl it around on his soft skin.

I lay beside Walter, listening to his heavy breathing. He rolls over, kissing me and touching all over my body.

“How long do you want me as your dirty little secret?” I purr.

“My dad can’t find out,” Walter says urgently. “He’ll cut me off so fast.” He kisses me again and sighs. “But fuck, I need you.”

“Most people do,” I laugh. “No worries. I won’t spoil anything for you or your daddy.” I snuggle up beside him. “I like you, but your money does a lot more for me.”

Walter scoffs and bites me. “I’ll get bored of you,” he says it like it’s a threat. The truth is I’d probably get bored before him anyways.

“Fair enough,” I sigh.

“I could always hire you,” Walter suggests.

“You mean I’m not?” I snort.

Walter rolls his eyes. “No, I mean, hire you as like a housekeeper or tutor or some shit. Trick my dad into thinking you’re someone who has to be at my house rather than someone I want there.”

“Ah I see,” I kiss his neck and chest. “Make me your slutty little maid.”

He laughs and pets down my back. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the uniform,” he pants. “No underwear on. Then all I gotta do is pull up that skirt and take what I want from you.”

“That sounds fun, you’re getting the hang of this.” I sit up. “Would you want some coffee? I make go make me a cup.” I reach for the hair tie on the bedside table and pull my hair up.

“Sure,” Walter stretches on the bed and I get to take in the lovely sight. “Three sugars and cream.”

“Wow, such a princess.” I stand up and know he’s watching me. “I’ll have to charge for that, you know?”

Walter laughs. “I think it’s cheaper at my place.”

I fix the coffee and come back, finding Walter reading one of my books. He takes the coffee mug and kisses me.

“I didn’t realize the rich could read,” I tease him.

“You’re an ass,” Walter scoffs. “I’m actually reading this book in Uni right now.” He sips the coffee then closes the book. “I was surprised you had it.”

“Why’re you reading it in school?” I ask. “What do you even do in school? I didn’t think rich kids had to get an education if their rich daddies were going to hire them.”

Walter sticks his tongue out at me. “I’m not there because I want to be. It’s all appearances. Dad wants me to earn my job or some shit.”

“Maybe I should go and fuck daddy then,” I grin. “He sounds much more wise than you are.”

Walter huffs. “Good luck. I know my dad has his own fucking harem of eager business graduates he fucks on rotation.” He takes a sip of coffee again. “Gregory and Hansel and Mike and Chip.”

I make a face. “Ugh, never fuck a Chip. They’re always trouble.”

Walter laughs and smiles at me. “You know, he actually really was. Dad had him arrested.” He kisses me again tasting like coffee and a touch of morning breath. “You know, I could always blackmail him.”

“You sound devious. I like,” I smirk.

“You could seduce him,” Walter whispers. “That little twat he has now isn’t doing it for him. You could easily turn his head.”

“What’s in for me?” I ask. “Besides a good fucking from daddy dearest.”

Walter glares at me and rolls his eyes. “On second thought, I don’t think I could stomach it. You’re mine.”

I shiver and grin. “Until we get bored right?”

Walter sets the coffee mugs aside and pushes me back down into bed. I’m not sure how serious he is about blackmailing his father, but it doesn’t sound like something he just came up with. It sounds like a plot he’s had forming for a while. I don’t want to linger on it anyways. Like he said, I’m his until we get bored.