Blaine pulled on his favorite pair of neon green boxer briefs and looked himself over in the mirror.  He pulled his comb carefully over his perfectly jelled hair again once more before taking a deep breath and nodding at his reflection. He looked sexy, there was no denying it. He felt sexy, too. And that really was the important part. Being on camera gave him the confidence boost he needed. He loved the idea of someone getting off to him. Maybe it was a little bit dirty, but that’s what he liked about it.

            He took his time turning on his laptop and setting up his web cam. He was the star of the show, right? His client could wait. That always turned them on more anyway, waiting for their special treat. He was lucky he had such good clients.

            He signed in to skype and saw the few messages already flowing.

            Hey, baby.

            Where are you?

            Any time now, pretty boy.

            Patience, right. I’ve got it. Just…hurry up, yeah?

Blaine grinned. This is what he lived for. He pressed call and couldn’t help but smirk at the face of his client. He said a quick hello, but then almost as quickly hit the mute button. This wasn’t about what his client wanted; it was about what he wanted.

            He situated the computer so the webcam was showing just the upper half of his body. He was sitting in front of his mirror. He could see everything, but his watcher was left guessing. For now. He slowly ran his hands down his body and teased his nipples. He spent a good time there, paying little to no attention to his computer. He let the stranger watch as he dipped his fingers into a new tub of Vaseline and he lay back against the pillows he had to prop himself up. The camera still wasn’t showing enough for the stranger to see more than his waist, but that was the fun of it.

            Slowly, he ran his fingers around the ring of his anus, letting his facial expressions to all the work. He massaged himself enough to where he was hard. He could see the messages one after the other begging to see more. Finally, he moved the computer to where the stranger could easily see what he was doing. He’d gone from stretching himself, to pumping his cock, to using his double dong in less than 20 minutes and got a beautiful tip.

            This was a usual night for Blaine. He took his time signing off; using his charm to get himself another one of these dirty little skype dates. After the call, he slowly cleaned himself up, letting the soothing effect of the orgasm take over. He loved this feeling. After all that attention, all the bliss he just gave himself in the presence of a stranger who appreciated what he did…it was a wonderful feeling. So was looking over his email before bed.

            There was an email from someone new. Sure, he got them sometimes, but business had been a little slow lately. He read over the email. It seemed pretty typical. A guy so committed to his work that he was lonely and just wanted a little action. Blaine already started the response to the email. No judgments here, I’m open and friendly. Who am I to ask for a reason? But as he read farther, he couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was 22 years old, just out of college and working for some high class magazine that Blaine had done his best to avoid.

            It was the age that got him the most. Usually his men were in their thirties and up, it was a rare occasion to get someone younger. It thrilled Blaine, but at the same time it made him wonder why this stranger was giving so much information. Then again, at the bottom of his email was his name and phone number. Probably one of those signatures that you can add to every email with out having to add them. Blaine fashioned a reply with a date, time, and price, not forgetting to mention that tips help feed the performer. He was a little excited and hopeful about this one, but he wouldn’t let himself admit it. There was too much of a possibility that the 22 year old thing was a lie and maybe he was just another horny old man.

            When he logged on the day of their out-of-the-ordinary skype call, Blaine was surprised when his eyes caught on the beautiful young man in front of him. He was struck speechless, sitting in his striped briefs, staring at the computer screen. The boy was quiet for a minute, cheeks red from the blush already creeping up from his shirt. He cleared his throat.

            “Uh…hey…” he said awkwardly, biting his lip. Blaine almost had to literally shake himself out of his stupor.

            “Oh hi. Sorry, video malfunction. Are you Kurt?” He said, still a little baffled.

            “Shit, that makes things awkward, doesn’t it?” Kurt responded, blushing a little deeper. “I mean, we don’t use names here, do we?”

            “No, no. It’s totally fine. It’s not common but…” Blaine took a breath. “I’m Blaine. I’ll just…get started if you don’t mind?” He said, sounding only slightly ashamed.

            “Yeah, yeah. Do your thing. I’m not here…or whatever.” Kurt said, sounding more embarrassed and awkward than he meant. Blaine chuckled softly, trying not to think about how absolutely adorable that was and nodded.

            “Enjoy the show.” Was all he said before pressing the mute button. In this business, distraction cost money. He had to keep his head in the game. Even if Kurt’s beautiful blue eyes kept stealing his attention.