Kurt woke to a sore feeling between his legs. He'd done so many shows the previous night that he was afraid to pee.My dick's going to fall off.Kurt thought as he made his way to his bathroom. He had classes all morning and shows all night. Of all his priorities for the day, the only thing he was looking forward to was his history class. At least then he'd get to see his favorite teacher; his incredibly hot, favorite teacher.

Kurt padded through his tiny bathroom to the shower. He turned on the water and gave it a moment to warm. When he saw the steam wafting through the room, he pulled down his boxers and stepped in. Kurt stood in one place as the scolding spray smacked him in the chest. He loved hot showers; he always felt that they cleansed him of his daily worries, his taboo occupation, and his depressing past. In a way, the scolding water was symbolic of fire to Kurt and fire cleansed all.

Kurt washed quickly and then pulled on the clothes he'd laid out the previous night. He checked the clock and realized that he had to leave immediately or he'd be late. SAIC was across town from his apartment and he couldn't afford to be late again.

Blaine barely made it to class before the last of his students filed in. He sat bag on his desk and turned towards the class. That's when it hit him. Kurt was just like the students in all of his class. He was young and impressionable....andhe was a student. When he was watching Kurt on his laptop, he thought of Kurt as a man –a beautiful man- and now he had a different view on the situation. Kurt was a student. How the hell was he supposed to face Kurt later that day? Sure they hadn't spoken outside of class since the day of their first meeting, but tides were turning. The teacher had all intentions of keeping his momentary lapse in judgment a secret but that wouldn't help him look his student in the eye later in the day.

With one last look at his class, Blaine took a deep breath and jumped into his teaching role. He went through his lecture and worked through the question and answer session he did at the end of each class. Things ran smoothly, much to his delight. When he dismissed the class, he let out a sigh of relief.One class down, two to go.

Managerial Accounting was Kurt's least favorite class. Sure, he loved money –counting it; making it- but he hated learning about the different ways to manage it. Midway through class, Kurt was falling asleep. On top of the boring subject matter, the young performer was exhausted from his lack of a proper night's sleep. When he woke that morning, he was dragging. This class was another indicator that he was going to have a very long, very exhausting day.

"Alright class, you're dismissed." Kurt jumped out of his seat so quickly that his chair almost toppled over. Luckily, he was able to catch it before it hit the ground. "Oh...and have your worksheets on my desk tomorrow." Kurt made a mental note to start the worksheets he'd known about for a month and ran out of the room. His mood picked up the instant the class let out. He had a generic history class with Professor Anderson and he couldn't wait. He couldn't imagine being tired or uninterested in a class taught by such a beautiful man.

Kurt walked into his history class with a smile on his face. At the moment, Mr. Anderson was writing something, presumably a lesson plan, on the board. Kurt stopped walking in favor of admiring his teacher's body. His eyes raked up the teacher's body; only pausing to admire the perfect ass that was contained in the teacher's slacks. After the pause, the performer eyes traveled over the teacher's sweater vest and up to his gelled down hair. Kurt smiled to himself. His teacher was perfect.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." Kurt shouted giddily as he walked down toward the front of the lecture hall. His teacher stiffened at the sound of his voice.I obviously surprised him.The teacher turned around slowly and shot a smile; it looked a bit strained.

"H-hello, Kurt." Was the only response Kurt received. Usually the teacher engaged in a brief conversation with him before the rest of the class crowded in. Kurt shrugged it off and took his place at the front of the room. He pulled out his phone and played around on it until the class started. It already felt like his time with the teacher was moving too quickly. He wanted his history class to last forever.

Time wasn't moving quickly enough for the young professor. Class was more difficult to bear than he'd anticipated. Kurt was sitting front and center and he was doing his best to interact. Blaine wasn't faring well at all. Every time Blaine asked a question, Kurt's hand was the first to go up. He knew that the student knew his material and he often participated. Unfortunately, the teacher couldn't get the images from the previous night out of his head. Whenever he looked at the younger man, instead of seeing a bright eyed student like he had before, he saw the man from the video. He saw Kurt's face contorting as he stroked his leaking cock. He saw Kurt's fingers pushed knuckle deep into his hole or Kurt running the dildo down his body. "Fuck." The word slipped from his mouth before he could catch it.

A few of the immature students in class made 'oooh'ing noises but Blaine ignored it. He was too wound up to deal with that at the moment. Kurt was staring at him intently and he was still dealing with the memories from the night before. "Alright, class dismissed. Get out of here guys." All the students filed out quickly. It was Friday after all. Well, not all students. Kurt remained seated. "C-can I help you, Kurt?" He stuttered as he tried to gather his materials as quickly as possible.

The student smiled. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay, Mr. Anderson. You just kind of blurted out in class and then sent everyone away. I'm not doctor, but I don't think that's normal."

"Yeah...um...I'm fine. I..um...you should...you should...you should go. Have a great weekend, Kurt." The teacher practically ran out of the room; completely ignoring the shocked student still sitting in the front row of the room.

Kurt had completely forgotten the unreal incident in his history class. He performed through a few privates and was back in the party chat. He never did much in those sessions because they were free. He'd tease and place feather light touches in less risqué places, but he never went too far. He didn't do this for his own enjoyment; entirely. Yeah, he loved the attention he received from the various men, but he needed the money.McQueen doesn't buy itself.

"Alright, boys, I got your packages today and the biggest one gets a free fifteen minute private." Kurt giggled at the double meaning behind the sentence.

NEPats: I didn't get mine out in time.

"Well then you have to pay tonight." Kurt deadpanned. Really, these guys thought he was just giving shows away. That didn't pay the bills.

The performer propped up on his knees and grabbed the basket of gifts that he'd received in the mail. They were run of the mill; a few vibrators, a new satchel, and what looked to be an industrial sized tube of generic lubricant. Kurt rolled his eyes. Didn't these guys get it? Yeah, he could use these things for his shows, but they didn't serve him in his everyday life. The reason he'd gotten a post office box was to get things he could use daily. He wanted clothes and jewelry. Hell, he'd take printer ink –which wasn't cheap- if they were offering. Sure that made him seem prostitutish.That's not a word.But he didn't care. The less he had to buy, the better. The name of the site was Sugar Baby after all. It was kind of expected that he was looking for something for something.Hopefully they'll learn one day.

Blaine spent the night chastising himself. He shouldn't have ever gone on that damn site. If he hadn't been trolling porn, he wouldn't have run across the site; if he hadn't gone on the site and he wouldn't have run across Kurt's page. Obviously, if he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have been affected at work. It was like a domino effect.

Blaine sat in his townhouse and stared at the wall. He'd spent so many of his recent evenings watching Kurt's shows that he didn't know what to do with himself. After a few minutes of wall staring, the teacher decided that it wouldn't hurt to watch a free session. Kurt rarely did much in those anyways; aside from the occasional light cock stroke or chest rub. It was completely unethical and against every moral that Blaine had but he couldn't help it. Kurt was so damn sexy.What's a Blaine to do?

Weeks passed and Kurt forgot about Babar614. He hadn't purchased a private since that night and Kurt was an 'out of sight, out of mind' kind of guy. That was until he was party chatting with a few customers on a dull Monday evening. "I mean, I've got enough vibrators to pleasure ten guys. One for each hol- HEY! We've got a return visitor. Hey, Babar! Long time no see." Kurt preened. His one and only interaction with the customer had been interesting to say the least.

Babar614: I couldn't stay away. You're stunning.

"So stunning that you had to come back for more. I like it!" Kurt giggled.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this!Blaine sighed. Kurt was his new drug and he couldn't kick the habit. After he'd gotten his first hit, he'd been itching to go back for more. When he saw Kurt in class, he did his best to concentrate on the lesson and pay the student no mind. Unfortunately, the events of that night played in his mind on repeat. He just couldn't stop. That's how he found himself joining the chat that evening. He was shocked when Kurt remembered his screen name and he was even more excited when Kurt's enthusiasm seemed to outshine his own.

Babar614: I like it too.

Blaine's brain ran on autopilot as he pulled out his credit card and filled out the form for a private session.God, I shouldn't be doing this.He thought. The thought didn't stop him from pressing submit.

The teacher watched as his student read something on his screen. "Oh...well, it looks like we've got a buyer. I'll see you guys in thirty." Blaine's screen went black and then another one popped up; just like last time.

Blaine quickly enlarged the screen and pulled his cock out. There was no use in fighting it anymore. He knew what was going to happen, or at least he thought he did.

"Hello, Babar. I see you've got the screen blacked out again." Kurt stopped and frowned into the camera. "I wish I could see you this time."

Babar614: I like the mystery of it.

"Whatever turns you on." Kurt replied to his message. "So....what will it be tonight?"

Babar614: Depends on how you feel. On your page it said you used to be a cheerleader. I'd love to find out how flexible you are.

Kurt beamed. "You sound like you doubt my flexibility.

Babar614: I may be a little skeptical.

Blaine gave his cock a light stroke as he watched Kurt's hands moved towards his tiny underwear. "Well, I'll just have to prove you wrong." The student pulled of his underwear and tossed them aside. Blaine watched as he turned around so that his ass was facing the screen.Such a great ass!What happened next sent shock waves through the teacher's body.

With his ass in the air, Kurt leaned down and positioned his shoulders on the bed. He then pulled his knees forward until he was eye level with his cock.Skeptical my ass!The performer gave the head a tentative lick. He heard the chime signaling a new message go off but he had a face full of dick, so he couldn't see them.

After a few moments throating his throbbing member, Kurt straightened out and turned around. He gasped. For the first time, with this particular client, the screen wasn't blacked out. "Oh my God. Mr...Professor Anderson?"

Seeing Kurt go down on himself was easily the hottest thing Blaine had ever seen. He didn't even have to stroke himself to get off. From the first lick of the head, the teacher 's cock was leaking. The second or third time the boy took it into his mouth, Blaine felt his orgasm rip through his body.

In a frenzy, he began trying to type coherent messages to the performer; his student. Two messages of praise sent without a hitch. They were filled with a combination of letters and numbers that made no sense. When he tried to send the third message, he ended up hitting a series of buttons that would reveal his secret.

At first, the teacher didn't notice. He was too busy coming down from his amazing orgasm. It wasn't until he looked back at the screen that he noticed something was askew. Kurt was paler than usual and he was gaping at the screen. "Oh my God. Mr...Professor Anderson?"

Blaine panicked. He then looked down at his toolbar; the webcam icon mocked him from the bottom of his screen. "Oh...fu-" Blaine quickly shut the screen. He then flipped the device over and pulled the battery out. For safe measure. Once the device was powered off, Blaine let the situation sink in.Oh my God. I'm so fucked!