Henry Davis was not pleased. He was not pleased that his wife was getting on his last nerve and he was not pleased that some underage, slut turned down his offer for a personal private in his home. He had money, it should have been a no brainer for the stupid twink. Henry was relatively good looking for his age and his wife didn't care about his 'outside activities' as long as he bought her things. It would have worked out swimmingly and Kurt had ruined it. The 40 year old doctor was not pleased.

"Babe, can you bring me another beer? The game's about to start." He shouted as he put his phone back into his pocket. He'd just emailed Mrs. Burke and upped his offer for the private session. He wasn't gay or anything, there was just something about watching an untouched boy get off. It did things to him. Kurt said more than once that he was a virgin and the boy's milkmaid face made the doctor's heart race.

Henry looked over at his son playing in the corner. He scowled. Tyler –Henry refused his wife's request to name the boy after him- sat in a corner coloring in an activity book. The boy was 7 and hadn't spoken since the day he was born.I'm glad he doesn't share my name.In his mind, Tyler even good enough to be his son. The boy was awkward and skittish. He was lucky. There was a monster that lived in Henry and he preyed on little boys.

The monster knew he couldn't touch Tyler without risking the depths of Hell and a life in jail. That's why Henry found Kurt. He was trolling porn online and ran across a boy that bore a striking resemblance to his son. Kurt. Kurt was of age but he looked so young. Henry's mouth watered at the thought of the young performer. He had to see him in person. It had to happen. If it was for nothing else, he had to do it for Tyler's sake.

Henry's resolve was growing thin and his options were limited. It was Kurt or Tyler. Kurt or Tyler. Henry shook his head.

"You need to go to your damn room!" He shouted at the boy. Tyler jumped and rushed the gather his things. He exited the room without a peep.Typical."Dammit, babe, I said get me a beer. The Pats are about to play!" He shouted again.

"Blaine, baby, you're choking me with the seat belt." Kurt giggled at his boyfriend's eagerness. Break was nearing its end and the two couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Things started slow; kissing, light touches, snuggles. But they heated up quickly. A week after they'd returned to Ohio, Kurt found himself straddling the boy's lap in the movie theatre and making out heatedly.I still don't remember what that movie was about.He thought as Blaine tried to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"I'm sorry. It's just...break's almost over and then we have to get back to real life. I'm not going to see you anymore." Kurt rolled his eyes. Blaine was being dramatic.

"Of course we'll see each other. Sure, I won't be in any of your classes, but we can still hang out work and classes. It'll be fine." He replied as his boyfriend slipped a skilled hand around his waist and began to nibble on his neck. That, the neck nibbling, had quickly become one of Kurt's favorite sensations. It did things to him that a million self-induced orgasms couldn't.

"Yeah but you work at night and I work during the day. Then, you have class. You won't have time for your boring, OLD boyfriend." Blaine whined into Kurt's ear.

Kurt pushed him back and stared into his eyes. They were parked in the parking lot of The Lima Bean after hours. "You're not old and I don't think you're boring. You're the most interesting man in all of Chicago. Don't forget that." Blaine blushed at his words. God, he'd gotten lucky with Kurt. Through their time together, they'd learned that they had quite a bit in common. They both loved music and Broadway. They loved to read and create. Neither was a fan of football, but they'd both appease their fathers in the matter for the greater good. They both loved their mothers deeply. It wasn't much, but it meant the world to them.

"I really am scared that about how difficult this will be once we're back in The Chi." Blaine replied. His body was contorted over the center console and his head rested on Kurt's shoulder. There was a small pout on his face.

Kurt sighed and looked down at his boyfriend's mop of hair. "I'm not. We're going to be fine. We've only been in this for a couple of weeks, but I feel like we've got something worth working for." Blaine smiled until Kurt spoke again. "And 'The Chi' really, Kanye?"

"You love it." Blaine's voice was playful and mischievous. Before Kurt could comprehend what was happening, Blaine's lips were on his neck again. "You love this too." Blaine planted open mouth kisses up Kurt's neck towards his ear. Yes, Kurt did love that. He loved when his boyfriend nibbled on his neck and his earlobe. Maybe hewasa slut. They'd only been together for a week and he was ready for so much more; more than he'd ever been ready for in his entire life. And Blaine knew it.Oh well.

A callused, careful hand crept up Kurt's thigh. It dipped between the thighs and gently spread them. Then it stopped as if waiting for permission. Kurt's hand traveled to cover his boyfriend's and he maneuvered the hand a bit higher. That was all the permission he needed. Slowly, Blaine's hand crept along the inseam of Kurt's jeans until it was lightly rested on the bulge in his boyfriend's pants. He'd seen that dick a million times but touching it was different. Blaine felt it against his hand, felt the ridges along the outline. It was intoxicating.

"You've never been touched like this." It was a statement and it was true. Aside from his own hand, Kurt was untouched.

Kurt shook his head and bucked forward into his boyfriend's touch. The teacher's grip around the jeaned cock tightened, causing sparks to shoot through Kurt's body. Blaine's hand felt so nice.

Blaine continued to rub his hand along Kurt's thrusting crotch for a few minutes. Soon enough, like many other things, it was not enough. He wanted more. Needed more. So, he moved his hand to Kurt's belt buckle and began to open it. They were moving fast, faster than he'd imagined, but so much of it felt right. Kurt felt right.

Once the buckle was undone, Blaine quickly unsnapped the button on his boyfriend's pants. The noises Kurt made and the look on his face were what drove the teacher forward. He'd long been a sucker for the purely blissed out expressions the boy made.

Once the button was undone and the zipper was done, Blaine ran his hand between the fabric of the jeans and the fabric of his tight boxer shorts. The outline of Kurt's cock was so much more impressive than it was through the unflattering jean fabric.

Kurt arched into the touch.Blaine's hand is down my....ahhh."Fuck, Blaine!" Blaine's hand squeezed his cock through the fabric and the boy couldn't help but be vocal about it.

"So hot. Can I see?" Kurt took a moment to comprehend the teacher's words. Blaine had seen him before, obviously, but this felt more intimate; less dirty. He nodded. He wanted Blaine to see him in a way no one else had.

Blaine subconsciously licked his lips before sliding his hand below the cotton material. The heat from his boyfriend's crotch radiated against his hand. It was so hot –literally. Not wasting a moment, Blaine took the thick member in his hand and gave it a tentative stroke. The sound that poured from Kurt's mouth let him know he was doing it right.

A few strokes later, Blaine was ready to see Kurt's cock live and in person.Can you blame me for being over excited? I've been waiting for this since last year.Kurt seemed to have gotten impatient with the lack of stroking because he reached around Blaine's arm and tugged his pants and underwear down mid-thigh without a moment's hesitation. There it was in all its glory. Blaine's mouth watered.It's so much more beautiful in person.

"Ummm...Blaine...move!" Kurt insisted. Blaine snapped out of his hypnosis and began to stroke it lazily. Kurt writhed and arched in the passenger seat; incomplete sentences and curse words flew from his mouth. "Yes, God...touch me." He panted.

There was an uncomfortable friction to the act. They didn't have any lube or lotion; just Blaine's rugged hand against the soft skin of Kurt's giant cock. The teacher swiped an eager thumb over the student's head to gather precum for lubrication but it rarely lasted long enough to finish the job. So, Blaine took matters into his own hand; or his mouth to be literal.

When the wet heat of Blaine's mouth enclosed around his cock, Kurt was certain he'd died and gone to Dick Sucking Heaven. The older man's cheeks hollowed around him as his head rose and sunk in his lap. "Uhhh...Blaine." He shouted. He didn't care who or what could hear him. He was so close.

Blaine sped up his movements, running his tongue up and down the shaft every so often. "Shit! Blaine. I'm so close." The student sighed. He'd never been so close in his life. Now he knew why people didn't masturbate for life. His own mouth hadn't even done this to him. His own mouth didn't compare to Blaine's.

Blaine continued increase the speed of his sucking until Kurt was meeting him halfway. Kurt bucked into the air as Blaine sunk down. "Ohhh....so close!"As men, we like to have our balls tickled, son.For some reason, the words of 14 year old Blaine's father ran though his mind.

Using the hand that wasn't steadying him, Blaine slid it between Kurt's legs and began to roll the balls around in his palm. The boy's head flew back against the headrest and he let out a strangled cry. He came long and hard.

Blaine swallowed what he could and the rest ran down his chin. When he looked up, Kurt was sprawled out in the passenger seat. He looked absolutely debauched. "I thought my first time being touched by a man would be soft touches and Sting playing in the background."

Blaine frowned.Shit.His overactive libido had taken that away from Kurt.Shit. Shit. Shit."Kurt, I'm so sor-"

"But this was so much better." Kurt interrupted. Exhaustion evident in his voice. "Thank you." Blaine smiled, cum still dripping down his chin.

"No. Thank you." Kurt finally looked up just as Blaine was about to wipe his chin. With cat like reflexes, the performer stopped Blaine's hand, mid swipe, and leaned in. Blaine was surprised when the boy licked his chin clean. "You know, it tastes so much better off your face than it usually does." Blaine grinned and pecked his boyfriend on the lips.

"Now, clean yourself up. I think I see a cop." He announced as he leaned back into his seat. Watching Kurt struggle to fix his clothes was amusing. When he was done, the student looked around. Blaine giggled and started the engine. "Just kidding."

Kurt's eyes widened before his face broke into an adorable smile. "Asshole."

"You love this asshole." Blaine replied cheekily. His boyfriend rolled his eyes and smacked him in the shoulder. It was true though. In the figurative sense, Kurt loved that asshole.

Susan Davis rolled her eyes when her husband called the second time.He acts like he doesn't have legs to come get it himself. He's probably rubbing one off to that fucking slut he watches online."Gimme a minute." She shot back. She had to calm down. She wasn't in the mood to fight. She was in the mood to go shopping. Unfortunately, Tyler was home and she had no intention of taking him with her. But, she knew she couldn't leave him with her husband. She knew all about her husband's past and his 'perversion'. As much as Tyler irritated her, she wouldn't put him in danger. She wasn'tthatcruel.

Without a second thought, Susan grabbed a bottle of Pinot from the counter and uncorked it. She took a few large gulps before setting it back down. Fuck, she hated her life. It wasn't the life she'd planned for at all. When she left her first husband and her first son, she'd anticipated the glitz and glamour of Hollywood to embrace her with open arms. Oh, how naive she was. She never ended up in California, instead, she ended up tied down once again –at least he's not a mechanic- and doing the 'mom thing'. In her eyes, some people weren't built for parenting and she was one of them. Unfortunately, the night with the doctor in the restaurant bathroom had landed her in just the type of predicament that she'd fled from the first time. The only difference was the size of the house and the location. New Hampshire was nice, but it wasn't Hollywood. Her new fake breasts were nice, but they weren't being seen in Playboy and they weren't on the silver screen, so they were of no use to her. He jewelry was nice, but it would look better with a gown designed for the type of award show she should have been attending.

Susan sighed. She had none of that. She had a son that she'd left, a son that was below par in her eyes, and a husband that liked to look at little boys online. The woman sighed in defeat.At least The Patriots are playing.With that, she trudged to the living room.