Gay Erotic Stories

Class started as usual I was in gray tights and a dance belt warming up at the barre when a super cute guy strutted in like he owned the place. He set his bag down and started to warm up too. He had slightly wavy dirty blond hair, and a subtle but not over muscular body, and highly developed legs like many professional dancers have. He had a pair of black tights on and when he turned around I couldn't help but stare. His ass was one of the nicest I had ever seen. Firm round, and the nylon hiked up and separating his cheeks. I wanted to bury my face there.

I walked up to him and introduced myself. Funny, when I was trying to convince myself I was straight I had the hardest time talking to girls but with a guy I wanted I had this drive in me that would make my self consciousness and nervousness disappear.

He said he usually took more advanced classes and sometimes danced professionally. I asked if he could show me some techniques later and he rolled his eyes as if I had delivered the corniest pick up line ever. He saw right through me and didn't seem interested.

"Oh well" I thought, "At least I have a nice ass to look at during class" and went to the other side of the room. After class I was walking out with my gear and noticed he dropped something. "Oh what the hell" I thought "I may as well try one more time" and ran over knelt on the floor and picked up his dropped phone and handed it to him. He paused for a minute as both are hands held it and he put it back into a his bag. I got up and started to turn away when I heard his voice. "Hey" he said, and I turned around and looked at him with a smile and lit up eyes.

"your plies are terrible". That was all he said for what seemed like a lifetime as the smile ran away from my face and I turned around. "I know" I mumbled, I just can't seem to get it. "Alright" he replied. My place a short walk from here. Let's see if we can fix it" He wasn't even asking me, he was telling me and didn't even wait for an answer as he strutted out the door. I eagerly followed behind him. and caught up. "What's you're name" I asked. He kept walking as if he didn't hear me. "It's probably because you don't stretch out enough" he said as he kept walking. All he did was talk about ballet and technique the entire way to his place. He talked about it so much that by the time we got there I was dejected and thought he was one of those one dimensional dancers who thought and did nothing but dance. We entered his apartment and he threw his bag down. It was a small studio with a fireplace with a carpet in front of it. It was winter time and a little chilly so he turned on the fireplace (which was gaslit) and put on some music. I wasn't familiar with it but it was sensual ballet music. I am going to change he said as he entered the bedroom. If you want to change you can do it there, pointing to the bathroom. I slipped into the bathroom and quickly took of my dance belt and put my tights back on. I was still convinced he just wanted to exercise, but after two hours of class, my dance belt was beginning to hurt. I came back out and my heart sunk as he was in a new pair of sweats and ballet slippers. I at least I thought I was going to be able to check out that gorgeous ass, but now even that hope faded. What did this guy want? "First thing you need to work on is your stretching" , he said, "show me you're russian splits." I sat on the carpet and got in that familiar 'v' position and extended my arms out as far as i could as I leaned forward. "How long have you been doing ballet, you're as tight as an old man" he said in disbelief. "Two years I meekly answered, "I stretch but never seem to improve" "No wonder if you stretch like that" he said. He walked to the carpet and in an elegant move slid his sweats off and got down in the russian split v position in front of me. He extended his hands. "Take my hands" I did so. Nothing felt sexual or arousing about this. He slowly began to lean back and I leaned forward and slowly began to extend further than I ever have. "See", he said. I was genuinely surprised that I could stretch that far. No one had ever showed me. "now you lean back" I did and i saw him stretch and almost extend to the floor. "Wow" i said "You're really flexible" Even before it came out of my mouth it felt corny but I wanted to say it. He gave me this "Yeah I know" look as we held hands and did a circular stretch. He let go and got up and took one of my legs. "lean back" he said, as i did and he lifted my leg up to stretch it. By this time he felt so distant that I was shocked when suddenly I felt his cock pushing through the nylon of his tights at the crevice of my ass. I wrapped my arms around him and gently ran my fingers through his hair. He ignored it and began to grind a little more. I didn't mind. He was telling me who was in charge and he was right. I submissively laid back exposed my heck and he pressed his lips against it, slightly biting it and passionately kissed me. He then held both of my arms and practically swallowed me whole as our lips met and we passionately kissed. I ran my fingers down his back and felt the soft nylon that covered his firm butt.I put both hands on his ass, it was firm but soft and ran my fingers up and down tickled his prostrate a little as we kissed. I caught my breath and pushed him away a little and looked at him. He was a little surprised and angry and normally I would have submitted but my passion was overwhelming me. "I know you're in charge" I submissively said "but please let me worship your ass" I panted out as I looked at him with pleading eyes.He spread his legs over me and felt his taught tight legs against the my body and his beautiful tights encased ass rested on my nylon encased waist and cock. Nylon on nylon, the most beautiful, sensual feeling in the world.

Something in his eyes said "ok" and he slid off me as I simultaneously dived for his ass, he turned over and caressed my face against his ass and sensually showered it with kisses.

I looked at his beautiful ass. For years I denied I was gay. I even convinced myself I wasn't. I looked at girls and thought they were beautiful and had nice asses, but I was never aroused like I was with a man.

I stared longingly at his beautiful ass. A sense of peace and arousal at the same time washed over my body. This is how I was made, and this is what I was meant to be. I had been 'out' with some guys and even in a relationship where before I had acceptance about my sexuality, I now felt it was a purpose. I felt thankful, sensual, and a rush of positive emotions that I had never felt before.

I looked at his nylon covered ass - that beautiful, soft stretchy nylon that highlight every curve and crevice and clung to this body has he moved. I put my face closer and gave a long sensual kiss in between his cheeks and slowly worked into a 69 position and buried my face in his ass, licking his crevice through the nylon grabbing and feeling his ass with both of my hands. He began to buck a little and I knew I was pleasing him, and he began to reciprocate and put his hand on my rockhard cock but i turned away a little.

I think he understood. I was so hard from feeling his ass I would shoot off if he touched my cock and I didn't want to loose this feeling. After about five minutes of this his nylon was moist with sweat and my having my lips cover every inch of his ass, I slid from under him and he stood up, as I went to my knees.

I looked longingly and sensually at his ass as smiled and gently kissed it and taking his waist I slowly turned him around. I looked up at him with my eyes on fire and smiled, and then turned my head down and went to work.

His cock was fully erect and I gently kissed it through the nylon and grabbed his ass with both my hands. He ran his fingers through my hair as I kissed his shaft up and down. I gently took the waistband of his tights and pulled it down.

I loved looking at men.s bulges in tights. But this fully erect cock was even more inviting, like a big piece of candy I was meant to lick and suck. I grabbed his cock and pulled it forward and guided it into my mouth and began to suck and lick his shaft. I moved my mouth in and out and gently rocked him in a rhythm until he took over and grabbed my head and moved me in and out faster and faster until I felt his cum erupt in my mouth. He must of not had sex for awhile because he kept cumming for about twenty seconds as my mouth overflowed with his warm juice. I looked up at him, with cum running out of the sides of his mouth and smiled as I swallowed his cum and kissed his dick. I clean up his dick with my tongue and pulled up his tights again as I stood up and gently leaned my head on his shoulder. "I'm yours" I said. For awhile he said nothing and I thought he was going to tell me to leave, but finally he gently took both my hands and kissed my lips. "Yes you are" he whispered and gently led me into the bedroom.