Gay Erotic Stories

I had fantasized about ballet tights for a long time. I don't know why but legs and butts always looked better in that smooth, supple material. I never tired of wearing them and looking at them and feeling them. I never got tired of the fantasy. Each time I thought about it was just as vivid and thrilling as the first, but the only outlet was masturbating in them and a lot of imagination. Cycling and running allowed me to engage in it without suspicion. But the thick nylon supplex material was a poor substitute for the delicate, clinging nylon of ballet tights. With ballet tights, when worn right, little was left to imagination. They were also footed. I never thought I had a thing with feet, but, for a reason, they really turned me on. I never liked men in fact; I always looked at women, if you know what I mean. But then I remember being at the ballet and slowly realizing I could not take my eyes off the nylon-clad globe-like asses of the male dancers. At first I was embarrassed to look, as if someone was watching me, but then I began to ogle. I trembled at the thought of running my hand over the soft nylon over those tight butts. But it was just in tights. It's a feeling that just grew and grew inside me. I did not know why, but something had to be done. So I decided to take a dance class, and I was nervous. I didn't want to be gay. I didn't want to engage in a "fetish"; I was scared I might be found out. All those thoughts raced through my head, but the idea of wearing nylon tights in public and seeing other men in them up close was too thrilling to pass up. So here I was in my first ballet class. I had nylon sweats over my tights, but as soon as I saw a few guys in tights walk in, I got comfortable and slid them off. Thank goodness I had a dance belt on, because I already had an erection. I walked over to the barre; I loved the slight rubbing of the inside of my legs as I walked. I took a peek in the mirror: from cycling, I had taut legs, but they looked even better in the black tights I wore. I looked around, there were men in tights everywhere. Nice, tight round asses highlighted by that black, clinging material. Class began with warming up. I don't remember much about it, because my mind was wild with thoughts of sex. There was a slight clean sweat smell in the air, lightly scented with musky nylon and sweaty leather ballet slippers. I couldn't believe that there was a man in front of me, squatting and sweating as we did barre exercises. If I just reached out my hand, I could touch the crevice between his cheeks, which you could clearly see because his tights were hiked up there. Oh, how I wanted to be that nylon! I stared a little too long, I think, because when I looked around there was another dancer who was looking at me and kind of chuckled. I involuntarily stared down at his crotch. He had white tights on and a white dance belt. I sneaked looks at him, and he had an ass that I couldn't believe. When I finally let myself accept it, I realized I like a good man’s butt, way more than a woman's. After class, he came up to me; he had light brown hair and green eyes, and a soft face. "First class?" he asked. "Yeah." "Sore?" "Not yet," I said. "You will be tomorrow if you don't stretch. There's another class coming in, but we can do some stretching back at my place if you want to come...." I nearly shot a load off as my trembling voice said, "Yes." We walked back to his place, which was a few blocks away, purportedly talking about ballet; but all I could think about was that bulge in his tights, now covered with nylon sweats. We got back to his place. There was a blue velvet couch in the middle of the living room. It looked soft and inviting. “Give me a second,” he said as he pulled off his tights and carelessly flung them on the couch. "Damn!" I thought, he's not going to want to do this in his tights! "I want to change into a fresh pair. Besides, I like to ‘stretch’ with my dance belt off." He chuckled as he walked into his bedroom. My hands shook as I quickly slid off my sweats, and then my tights. I took off the dance belt. I remembered I, too, had a 'fresh' pair of black tights and reached into my bag and put them on. I left my white t-shirt untucked to hide my erection. I still was worried that he just might want to stretch. As I waited for him, I looked over and saw his tights on the couch next to me. I fantasized about him in them and I quickly picked up his tights and ran them across my cheek and sniffed the crotch. It was heavenly. As I put them down and looked up, he was there. He was in black tights and a bare chest. His chest was cut and his legs were taught and smooth looking, and his bulge looked delicious. "I thought you wanted to stretch," he said. I dropped the tights and walked over him, and it's almost as if I were being controlled by puppet strings; I sank to my knees and gently kissed his nylon clad cock, and playfully licked it with my tongue. His cock began to expand in his tights. The soft nylon felt so good, I could feel his cock throb underneath it, and a heavenly fragrance came from his crotch. I buried my face there and he took his hands and ran them through my hair. I sucked and felt his butt. I was in heaven. He moved a little and the sound the tights made - a slight brushing sound - heightened my desire. Sex with women was never this good. With women, I just wanted to cum; I wanted to enjoy this. How long had these thoughts been hiding inside me? He gently lifted me and grasped me and we kissed. I felt his nylon clad cock against mine, and I grabbed at his ass; I couldn't believe how good it felt. I was half shocked I hadn't shot off yet, as we made our way over to the couch and I lay on my back. I slipped my slippers off and heard them drop to the floor. He did the same and our feet entwined. He went to the side of me, and I started kissing his cock and kissed those taught legs. I worked down to the feet and sucked and kissed his toes. He lay on the couch and I kissed his calves, and worked my way up again. I looked at that beautiful bulge under his tights and licked it again. I could feel the knit pattern of the nylon conform to his cock. I kissed his stomach and worked up to the chest and then our lips touched again. His arms turned me over so I was lying on my back. He was gentle, but firmly showed me who was in charge. I didn't argue. I naturally spread my legs for him, as he began a grinding motion with his cock just below mine, rubbing while we kissed and I grabbed his ass. His tongue went into my mouth. I kissed his neck and our nylon clad legs entwined. I knew I liked men's butts now, and men's cocks, but I surprised even myself when I took his nylon-clad cock, and guided it to my ass. I pressed his nylon clad cock in between the cheeks of my nylon clad butt. A shiver went through my body. "Fuck me," I whispered. He quietly picked me up and walked into his bedroom. I can't explain it, but something changed in me when I asked to be fucked by him. I felt like a new person. It was like I was converting to a religion I loved. He set me down on his bed. He had velour navy blankets and silk sheets, both of which felts wonderful against the nylon. I looked up and he tossed me some lube, then he got out a condom from his dresser. I got up from the bed. I smiled slightly as I took the condom from his hand. "This needs a special fitting," I said. "First some measurements." I ran my hands around his ass and kissed the side of his leg, working my way around. I stuck my tongue between his cheeks: It was better with the nylon on. I wasn't thinking about it then, but looking back, I realized only men can enjoy each other like that; a girlfriend would wonder what I was doing. I worked around again and gently pulled his waistband down and grabbed his cock. I had never given a blow job before, but I have to say I was a natural. I worked my lips over his head and down the shaft, licking sucking and kissing. I could have done if for hours, but I knew I wanted that cock up my ass. I gently caressed and kissed his cock as I slid the condom on and put the tights back over it. I gave it a gentle kiss and stood up and smiled we stared into each other's eyes, his bright green eyes were aflame in passion as we embraced. I was shaking all over. We glided to the bed and passionately and deeply kissed, his cock rubbing against mine. I took the lube and worked it into my butt under my tights. I wanted to be ready to go, but I didn't want to take off those tights just yet. Finally, he began to take mine off, and he was about to take his off but I whispered in his ear to keep them on a little longer. He obliged, and the feeling of his nylon-clad legs and crotch enwrapping me was incredible. My hand gripped his ass and finally, I couldn't take it any more, as he ground against me, I began to work his tights off. He slowly worked his cock into me. I had never been fucked before, and it hurt a little, but it also felt so incredibly good I couldn't believe it. The idea of this Adonis with his cock in me almost made me cum. I tried to think about other things to keep from cumming. Funny, I thought: With girls, I had to think about something else to keep an erection. We got in motion, my legs over his shoulders kissing him and holding his butt. He grabbed my cock and began to jack me as we fucked. Another thought came to me: I wanted to swallow his cum. I started to kiss his chest and he got the picture and worked down to his stomach and pulled the condom off and began to suck. He worked into a 69 and began to suck me. I felt the hot juice in my mouth and came in his. He turned around and French-kissed me, our cum and saliva melting together. I rolled over and went into the most peaceful rest I had ever known: the kind that comes along when you realize who you are.