Gay Erotic Stories

Anyway, it was getting dark and I was starting to think I was going in circles when I came upon this small but elegant shop on a side street. I decided to check it out and see what it had to offer.

The store was dimly lit but I could see that it contained some real treasures. There were all sorts of beautiful lamps, ceiling fixtures, chandeliers, paintings, small furnishings & even a few sculptures and figurines. Some of the paintings and sculptures were of ballet dancers, all of them male. I figured the artist must have been a gay man because he seemed to pay very careful attention to the anatomy of his subjects. In each case the dancers were all big, beautiful men with powerful, sweeping thighs, tight round buttocks and full round bulges between their legs. As I watched the paintings and statues I could feel my manhood tingling and slowly coming to life in my pants. I was totally immersed in one particularly erotic painting when a voice from behind startled me. "May I help you?" It was a deep, sensuous voice and when I turned to speak to it's owner, I came face to face with the most handsome 50-ish man I've ever seen. He had pale blue eyes, dark grey hair cut in a low, 1950s style that I've always found flattering on most men, plus he appeared to possess a slim but well muscled athletic body--quite unusual for someone in this line of work. It took me a few moments to recover from this double whammy of being scared then faced with an Adonis, so it was all I could do to stammer, "Uh...y-yes...I was just looking at your artwork here. I'm a beginner level ballet student so these I'm rather interested in seeing all of what you've got."

"Really" he said. "That's interesting because once upon a time I used to be a professional dancer, then a teacher for some years after that. Had my own little studio and everything." My heart almost leapt out of my chest when he said that, as I was just imagining what he might look like in a pair of tights. "Do you still dance...for fun or fitness, I mean?" "Oh yes of course, I have a small studio at the back of my shop and two or three times a week I dance for 4 hours after I close up just to keep in shape."

"Well, it looks like it's working for you." I said smiling. "Do you have any pictures of yourself from when you were pro?" He smiled a devastating smile and said, "As a matter of fact, I do. Would you like to see them?"

You could've knocked me over with a feather at that point. My heart was pounding in my chest and my groin was tingling like mad. "Sure" I said. Still smiling at me, he walked off to the back of the store to retrieve his photos. "Maybe he's got a pair of tights here so he can dance after he's closed. I might get a chance to see him in action if I play this right" I thought to myself, my penis pulsing in my tight briefs. "This could be a lot of fun"

End of Part I