Sebastian Smythe had a problem and he knew it very well. Actually, he didn't really think it was a problem. Okay, he couldn't get a hard on anywhere else than in his favorite sex shop, watching some professional strippers do their show through a one way mirror. Seeing but not being seen, knowing the guy was at arm length but didn't know he was on the other side was his only way to jerk off. But he won millions of dollars for each movie he played in, so he had enough money to spend for his perversion. After all, he was staying away from all the expensive drugs most of his colleagues were addicted to, so what if his drug was oblivious strippers?

Sure, in high school, he'd have biology classes and talk with other guys. He had known everything about erections, masturbation, porn and sexual orientations. Except he had never been turned on by anything. Like, he had a dick but it stayed pathetically uselessly flabby between his legs. He had heard lots of stories about friends freaking out the first time they'd woke up sporting a hard on, not knowing what was happening to them, but never had it happened to him.

He had felt abnormal back in that time. He had tried to watch porn with absolutely no success. He'd watch boobs, and asses and everything that could turn a guy on, nothing. Back in the time, he'd even try to hire a prostitute. The woman had been nice but nothing she had done had had him hard. She'd say maybe she was not the good one for him, that he might be gay. It had been hope for Sebastian and he'd tried gay porn and gay prostitute with no more success.

He had come up to the conclusion he was probably asexual. And when he had first met Blaine and had felt strong feelings for the boy, he had asked him out. They had had a few coffee dates and soon enough, they had become boyfriends. But then, Blaine had discovered his secret. He hadn't understood, said that if Sebastian wasn't turned on by him at all, then it was that he didn't love him. He had broken up with him. And then, he had transferred to another high school. Sebastian had heard by Nick and Jeff that Blaine had found a boyfriend there and was very happy with him.

Sebastian had been devastated. Blaine was his first love, his first heartbreak. The boy had left him hopeless to ever fall in love with someone who'd love him back because he was a freak.

That had changed one night in a tacky gay bar in hellhole of Ohio. He had gone to the restroom to down the two beers he had drunk. There was a hole in the wall between the stall he was in and the one on his left. He was about to come out when someone entered the other stall and quickly started to jerk off. He had seen enough porn to recognize the muffled noises that escaped the other man throat.

Sebastian had take a look through the hole. The other guy was obviously too deep to realize he was being watched. That's when it happened. Sebastian had had his very first erection, watching an oblivious teenager jerking himself off in a dirty bathroom. Followed the first time he masturbated and very, very soon, the first time he had had an orgasm.

He thought that maybe Blaine was right, he didn't love him enough and maybe, as weird as their first meeting had been, maybe that guy was it for Sebastian. That's how he had decided to hit on that guy and try and date him.

David Karofsky was so different from Blaine, but he was nice. And if he was the only one who could turn him on and make him come like that first time in the bathroom, he was definitely worth a try.

But then no matter how many times they'd tried, Sebastian had never been turned on again. David seemed quite happy with what was happening between them despite the fact Sebastian could only please him with hand jobs or a couple of blowjobs.

Sebastian had ended up their relationship when he had understood what his problem truly was when he had been turned on by his new neighbor obliviously changing in front of his open window. Not only was he gay, but he was a fucking voyeur who was only turned on by men who didn't know he was watching them. David deserved better than him.

Sebastian hadn't told exactly why he was breaking up, but yet, they had remained friends anyway. They ended up going to university together in New-York and had been roommates, until David had met Adam, the love of his life.

He had been very happy for his friend, Adam was exactly the kind of man David deserved to love and be loved by. But well, let's say that new happiness in his friend's life hadn't eased the hurt of being inappropriate; of being sure he'd never have a chance at love himself.

So Sebastian had concentrated on his studies, on his career, because it wasn't as if he was going to have anything else to do any time soon. He had first been a model, one of those fairy tale stories where an agency director had seen him in the street and asked him to model for his clients. Then, attending multiples show-business parties, he had met movie directors and was now an actor. A very famous actor. One of his colleagues had made him discover that particular sex shop where strippers were doing their shows from behind a mirror.

Sebastian had come back alone later and sure enough he had been able to jerk himself off for the second time in his life. So the place became usual for him. Once or twice he had tried to ask for one of them to come in the same room as him. One of them had accepted, a very built blonde guy. Though he had said they couldn't have anal sex because he was accepting, but he was totally straight. Not that it would have ever happened anyway, since Sebastian had been totally unable to get turned on once the guy was there.

So yes, Sebastian Smythe had a problem, but it wasn't really a problem as long as his 'victims' knew what was happening behind the mirror.