Kurt wasn't in class the next day and it put Blaine on edge. The night before, Kurt had promised to be in class –looking better than anything you could ever imagine- but he was unbelievably absent. Blaine was a bit worried.

Classes ran smoothly for the most part. Blaine did his best not to gaze longingly at his student's seat while reviewing for the upcoming exam. He didn't hesitate when a student that wasn't Kurt answered a question and he did his best not sigh in frustration when a voice rang out around the classroom that wasn't in the high pitched, confident tone that he'd learned to appreciate.

Blaine finished his day with a scowl on his face. He hadn't imagined he'd ever be so irritated to have a student miss class. Once he was locked away in tiny office that connected with his lecture hall, he sent out a quick email. It was a risky move, but he needed to take the chance. Damn me for not taking his phone number.

From: BAnderson, SAIC Faculty Member, Department of General Studies: History

To: KHummel, SAIC Student; Department of Design

Subject:

Hey,

You weren't in class today. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Let me know,

Blaine

He received a reply a few hours later when he was writing the history exam.

From: KHummel, SAIC Student; Department of Design

To: BAnderson, SAIC Faculty Member, Department of General Studies: History

Subject: RE:

Had a rough morning. If you can, come online tonight. I'll tell you about it. The private is on me.

Kurt

Blaine went back to writing his test. He really didn't have time to be online, but he needed to see Kurt. He'd missed him dearly in class and he just needed to see the boy's face.

A few hours later, it was 10 pm and Blaine logged into the site. From the moment he pulled up the site, he knew something was different. There were pictures of Kurt in provocative positions littered all over the home screen.

Join Sugar Baby's favorite twink slut for a live show. Only $29.99 for admission.

Blaine gaped at the screen.Yeah, something's definitely off.Despite the odd feeling in his chest, the professor pulled out his credit card and paid for admission. Unlike before, the screen didn't close out. Instead, it loaded into another page. Kurt was lying on a bed wearing a corset and tiny black panties.

"Looks like we've got another buyer. You know what that means, boys, we're closer to our next goal. When we hit $500, I take off some more clothes.

The chat went crazy. Guys sent all types of messages to the performer. Blaine watched out of curiosity.

NEPats: I called some of my boys and told them to come on. I want those panties to come off next.

JetShow: Me too. You said the goal was $1000. What do we get if we get to that goal?

"Well, when we get to $1000, the show starts, duh!" Kurt bit his lip in the way that drove his teacher crazy. His eyes were wide and dilated and he looked like he was into whatever was going on. That's when it hit the teacher. Kurt wasn't sitting on in that room. It was Kurt's porny alter ego.I'd recognize that change in demeanor anywhere.

"Ohhh....looks like we have a few more guests. We just surpassed our second goal. What comes off next?" The performer asked. His professor watched, eyes never leaving the chat room. These guys were animals. Some wanted the corset to come off so that they could see Kurt's 'little boy chest' –which was weird and uncomfortable for even Blaine to read- and others wanted the panties to come off. "I think we're going to start with this thing." Kurt pointed to the corset and began to unlace the front. As the laces loosened, the article began to slide down the performer's chest. Again, the chat room went crazy.

"For any of you just joining us, we're doing something different tonight. Instead of individual private sessions, you guys, "Kurt stopped talking long enough to shoot a sultry look at the screen, "are going to raise $1000 for me and then I'm going to do a live show for you all. Right now, we're at $860. Just a little bit more and these panties will come off so that I can rock your cyber worlds."

JustinSane: I got some guys I know from a club coming on. They love you and can't wait to see what you do for us tonight.

Kurt sat up on his knees and crawled up the bed towards the camera; a mischievous look on his face. "I can't wait to do what I'm going to do for you guys tonight. It's going to be so hot." He purred.

TerryClothTowel: But what are you going to do?

Blaine didn't miss the flash of irritation in Kurt's eyes. "I'm not sure, we'll decide once we get to our goal. Only," the performer looked away from his camera and strained to see the screen, "one more buyer and we're there. Someone better hurry up and get someone to buy. I'm really hot and I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait much longer." Blaine watched intently as Kurt ran his soft hands over his pale chest. His breathe caught when the student's fingers tweaked at his nipples.So hot.

"And it looks like we've made it. You guys just made me a grand in less than an hour. I think you all deserve to be rewarded." Kurt's high pitched voice came out low and rough. Blaine's dick twitched in his slacks. He really shouldn't find the idea of his boyfriend –he's not your boyfriend yet- getting off for a group of men could be such a major turn on.

Blaine watched as Kurt slid his thumbs underneath the tiny waistband of the black panties he was wearing. He braced his arms to pull them down but then pulled his hands away. He smirked at the screen.He's teasing us. He's so hot when he teases.

Blaine unzipped the fly of the slacks he'd refused the change out of after school and fished his cock through the hole of his boxer shorts. He'd already spent the money to watch, he might as well get some enjoyment out of it.

He watched as the performer caressed his abdominal muscles. They looked soft but Blaine noticed a hint of definition in the pale performer's stomach.

Feather light strokes take Blaine from his quarter chub to full solute.Kurt is so sexy. He hasn't even removed his panties yet but it doesn't take much these days.Blaine knows something's coming. That's when he gets an idea. Again, he paid for the show, so he might as well get something kinky out of it.

Babar614: You should show us how flexible you are.

He typed. He then waited for Kurt's response. It was almost instantaneous.

Kurt smiled into the camera –his Kurt, not 'rock your world' Kurt- "One of my regulars has been skeptical of my flexibility for a while. Do you guys want to see what this former cheerleader can do?"

Cheerleader?Had they talked about that? Thoughts of Kurt jumping around in a cheerleading skirt flashed through the teacher's head. He needed the semester to finish. He couldn't continue to wait; not with that kind of insider intel.

Kurt wasted no time. He tugged down his panties and tossed them. Blaine's mouth watered at the sight of the student's cock. It was flush and proud; standing tall. The teacher wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and tugged roughly. A content sigh passed his lips at the motion. He's so hot.

Kurt laid down with his head at the end of the bed, facing away from the camera. It was a variation on an aerial view that he'd learned worked well with clients. They liked the idea of being able to look at their screen and have the illusion that they were looking down on him.

With lube already spread across his palm, Kurt grabbed his aching cock and began to stroke it slowly. If he believed in God, he would have thanked the being for Blaine's presence that evening. Imagines of his limp dick plagued him all day and he worried that he wouldn't be able to perform. But, Blaine and his horse dick were there and he was hard as a rock. "Fuck!" He huffed as he slid his slippery hand up his shaft. He squeezed at the base before running his thumb over the head.

The alerts went crazy. He couldn't read them –due to his positioning- but he knew they were all griping because they couldn't see him touching himself. Kurt rolled his eyes. They were so impatient. Kurt gave himself a few more tentative strokes before throwing his hips forward and letting his legs raise above his head.

With some tricky maneuvering, Kurt was able to position his legs on either side of his own head. The performer removed his hand from his cock and began to rub it along the back of his thigh. "See, I'm flexible. How many performers can put their legs over their heads like this?"

The position was uncomfortable. Kurt's spine was curved too much and he found it hard to breathe from his diaphragm. It was, however, worth the $29.95 that the customers had spent to watch the show. Slowly, the performer ran his hands across his backside, teasing his hole every so often when he reached the crease. Again, the alerts went crazy. The customers had a full view of his ass, in a precarious position, and they had a view of the cock in his face. Kurt was certain that all the comments were lewd and approving.

Kurt grasped his dick and began to stroke it again. No, he wasn't going to suck it. Only Blaine had that privilege.

A few minutes into the show and Kurt's eyes were in the back of his head. As usual, the stimulation was a bit much to deal with. One hand stroked his cock while the other probed his hole. The things I do to myself. Images of Blaine danced around his head; Blaine stroking his cock. Blaine shoving a thick, rugged finger into him. Kurt stroked faster. He was close, so fucking close.

"Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" Kurt panted. The boiling in his stomach exploded and through up his cock. Soon enough, warm, sticky liquid shot across his face. Kurt continued to stroke until his cock was sensitive to the touch. In one swift motion, he let his legs fall back onto the bed and he tilted his head backwards so that he could see the camera. "I hope that was worth every penny you spent."

Toes curled in the carpet, Blaine came hard in his hand. If forced to reveal his kinkiest kink, he'd have to put facials at the top of his list. There was something about cumming on another man's face that made him feel alive. Or so he thought. Watching Kurt cum on his own face was hands down the kinkiest, nastiest shit he'd ever seen.God knows I love nasty!

Lazily, Blaine reached for the wash cloth at the end of his desk.Come on, only a few more inches.He gave up after a few minutes. It was simply too far. So, Blaine sat there, cock still out, and tried to recover from yet another mind blowing orgasm. He was so strung out that he didn't notice his screen closing out and reopening.

"My, my, Mr. Anderson, you look like you need a nap." Kurt purred. Blaine's head shot up and he was greeted by the same angelic smile that he was used to seeing daily. He smiled back.

"I think I need a cigarette too." He joked. Kurt giggled along with his teacher.

"Glad to know you enjoyed it so much that you left your dick out." Blaine looked down. Yep, his dick was definitely still out. He shrugged, earning another giggle.

Blaine took a few moments to gather himself before looking back at the screen. Kurt was staring at him with an intensity that he couldn't place. "Where were you today, Kurt? I missed you in class." The performer rolled his eyes.

"Drama! I had so much drama to deal with that I couldn't even try to make it to school." Kurt's voice was high and irritated.

"Wanna talk about it?" Blaine asked as he reached for the towel again. Seeing that Kurt was dressed made him self-conscious. He's dressed and I'm just sitting here with my dick out like it's all good.

"I guess....it's just...okay, have you ever noticed that guy NEPats in the chat when you log in?" Blaine thought for a moment. Had he? He nodded. He'd seen the name a few times. "Well, apparently, he offered my bosses some big bucks for me to do a live show for him and-"

"You do live shows all the time." Blaine was confused. Kurt did live shows every night.

"No, he wants aLIVEshow."

"ooooooohhhhh...."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, he wants to fly me out to his house and he wants me to do aliveshow. When they told me, I was like 'Uhhh...fuck no. What do I look like?' and they were like 'you look like someone that will get me paid, so if you're not going to get out there and get this money, then you need to find out how to make me a grand'. So I did. That's why I had the group show tonight."

"Oh." Because, really, Kurt's bosses sounded like asses and NEPats sounded like a creeper.

"Yeah. That's why I wasn't in class. I can't be their bottom bitch if I'm not bringing in the big money." Kurt's tone was playful but his eyes weren't. They looked troubled.

"Are you okay? I mean, it's not every day that your boss tries to pimp you out." Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Blaine, have you seen what I do for a living? I get pimped out every day."

The teacher frowned. " You don't have to do this, Kurt. I can help you find a different job. You're really good with clothes, from what I can tell, we can get you a job at Macy's or something." He offered.

Kurt shook his head. "Macy's doesn't pay for college, a car, rent, utilities, gas, my phone, extra money to send my brother. Macy's doesn't pay for all that. This does. Besides, I won't be able to stand out at Macy's like I can at this. I like to be the center of attention, if you hadn't noticed."

Blaine shot him a sad smile. "You're the center of all my attention."

Kurt's scowl melted into a beautiful smile. "You're too kind. Now, tell me what I missed in class today. My super-hot history professor is a total dick and I'm sure he won't tell me." Blaine smirked and went over the material for that day's class. After an hour or so of talking and enjoying each other's virtual company, Kurt said he had to go. "Sleep and what not."

Blaine nodded. He had to sleep too. They had class in the morning. "Good night, Kurt. I'll see you in the morning."

Kurt nodded. "Not if I see you first." With that, he logged off. Blaine fell asleep with a content smile on his face.