Ballet Tights Pt. 05 by lovelyballet
Discover the tantalizing world of 'Ballet Tights Pt. 05'—an intense gay erotic sex story that delves into passion, desire, and the allure of dance. Join the captivating characters as they explore their deepest fantasies in a narrative that promises to ignite your imagination. Perfect for fans of steamy romance and erotic storytelling!<br/> When I awoke I felt like a new person. The mind numbing ecstasy I had experienced with Tim was unlike anything I had ever experienced with a woman. We cuddle and kissed in bed like giddy teenagers and we again made love, trying a couple of different positions, and he finished me doggy style stroking my back as bucked in an out with his cock thrusts.
As we collapsed next to each other, sweating and panting, I realized this is how I wanted to live, I was all in on this new life and wanted to throw all the fake remnants of my old life away.
I realized that I had constructed a fake, straight world denying who I was and I wanted to wash it all away. One night Tim came to my place and we made love, and as we were lying in bed, it felt different. He awkwardly dropped hints like “I didn’t expect your place to look like this”. I looked around and realized it was all a lie, a fake ‘bro’ world. Despite my love of ballet there was nothing even hinting at it.
One day I finally blurted out that I wanted to leave my old life altogether and fully embrace who I really was. I asked for his help and he gleefully agreed. I wanted to start all over, and that’s when my transformation began.
We started with clothes, we tossed out all my ‘bro wear’ and practically reduced my wardrobe to underwear, undershirts and socks. He suggested several pants and shirts and I soon had a wardrobe that made me feel sensual alive and free and it was about 1/4 the size of my old one.
Most the clothes he helped me choose were soft, stretchy and tailored and I felt like a new man wearing them.
I pulled down all the old prints and stuff I had just inherited and replaced the pictures on my walls with ballet dancers, scenes from ballet, and only things I truly loved. Not things to impress people or hide who I was.
I noticed he regularly waxed and I wanted to it also, so we made an appoint for a long Saturday of a hair stylist (no more barber!) and waxing. By not it was fall and little chilly. Since most of the places were by him we planned a romantic tights-wearing evening to celebrate the new me.
It was a magical day from the start, it was a brisk, cool overcast day, we first met at the hair salon, then then shopped for a few more items of clothing. It felt so natural to shop together, talk, laugh. I never felt this close with a woman. I realized this is how heterosexual couples probably got along but I never felt like this with a woman.
We got to the waxing place — it hurt a little but when I was done it felt like preparation for a beautiful ritual and my body felt clean and luxurious. I could not wait to slip on tights with waxed legs!
After that we picked up some light appetizers and wine, and went back to his place. As we started to put things in fridge and prepare for evening, I had a thrilling feeling that we were a couple and my knees buckled at that thought of living with him like this, though I knew that was a far way off, I realized I never desired to live with a woman like this.
When we were done we both washed up and got ready to change. He gave me a robe and he had one on too. He then went to his bedroom prepared some things, and told me he put an outfit for me on his bed.
“Change in there and I will change in the living room -but don’t come out until I say, and no peeking!” he said, smiling and kissing me.
I went into the bedroom and closed the door. On the bed he had laid out my outfit: white tights, light off white ballet slippers, a sash and a ‘poet’ shirt but one that was a little more tailored. There was also a white dance belt, but this one was a little less rigid and more like a stretch thong than an actual dance belt I would use in class.
There was a note attached that read: “Tonight let’s have a beautiful performance and live one of the fairy tales of our ballet. Signed, Your Prince” Outside, I could now here the soft ballet music, and I started stripping off my street clothes.
I stood there naked staring at the clothing and briefly looked at my now waxed legs and chest. I felt like I had been in a haze and asleep my whole live and now I was finally alive!
I first took the shirt and slid it on, it fit perfectly, tailored yet a ‘poet’ tunic with leather laces. I then slipped on the dance belt, as I thought it was much stretchier than regular dance belt and so thin it was barely perceptible.
As soon as my hands touched the material of tights it felt like making contact with a beautiful electricity they were nylon knit pattern with back seams, but seemed a little softer and thinner than the black pairs we wore for class. The white looked sparkling new and inviting.
There was a whole new sensation slipping into them, now that my legs were smoothed, I felt I had even better contact and feeling with them as I felt them slighting up, even the soft rustling sound of the material sliding against my skin turned me on. I hiked them, fitting them around my crotch and making sure my glutes were separated and then put the sash on — a light blue stretch material like tights but seemed specially made for the purpose.
I came out and he was standing in the middle of the room in a relaxed ‘ballet’ stance. I didn’t think I could be more aroused and stimulated than the past few weeks but just the sight of him made my lower lip tremble and my heart flutter, and I involuntarily gasped an “ohhhh” as I looked him.
He wore a tailored sky blue velvet tunic top that had gold trim and lacing. It brought the blue out of his eyes and complimented his soft face and complexion perfectly. He wore white tights and light colored ballet slippers like he had given me and even with a dance belt on, his bulge looked delicious.
“What do you think?” he said, turning around and showing his backside, “It’s one of my old ballet costumes.”
I looked at his gorgeous, muscular round glutes, the cheeks separated by tights hiked up between them and the tights were slightly less opaque than black, and I could see the ‘panty lines’ of his white dance belt and thong part separating his cheeks and it heighten my desire as my mind raced with thoughts of running my hands face and lips all over ever inch of his ass. The tights material was the same as mine, matted but a slight glisten of the knit material as he moved, accentuating his form.
I had seen him in black tights, and naked but the white tights emphasized his round sensual ass in a way nothing else did. The delicate knit nylon material left noting to the imagination yet smoothed and highlighted the contours of his ass.
He turned again and we embraced. Even with dance belts on I could feel our throbbing hardons as we hugged and said nothing, then kissed and gazed into each others eyes. I tried to talk but I stammered.
“What’s wrong”, he said gently, kissing me again.
“No-nothing.. you just look… so beautiful….I have never felt like this about anyone…I…I.. ”
“Love you?” he finished my sentence for me.
I nervously trembled and nodded. There was no denying it.