After Class Lesson

Most adult ballet classes are pretty 'casual' about what you wear- shorts, sweats, whatever. But the instructor for this class, Madame S taught a very precise method and most of her students, male and female, wore tights out of respect for her and so she could properly make corrections. So I came into class in black tights, a white tee and a dance belt. I loved atmosphere of that class, because it was so traditionally 'ballet', and I loved how the tights felt and looked on me. I was in good shape, in my eary thirties and had good legs from cycling and working out. Mens ballet tights are much better fitted and a thinner material than something like running tights, and I love the way it smooths and accented the lines.

I loved looking at women in ballet and dance gear, but I never got 'aroused', and often had gay fantasies about men in ballet tights, but at the time I was still in denial and brushed it off as some weird kink.

I took my place at the barre and warmed up, someone from the front office walked in and announced that Madame S wouldn't be teaching for the next two weeks. A man walked in in all black announcing that he was substituting. I had seen him on the faculty rooster he normally taught more advanced classes. His name was Geoffrey. He was older, in his fifties but still in great shape. He didn't wear tights but close fitting black pants and a black t.

Class started, he was serious but also warm and engaging often walking around the class making corrections. He learned our names quickly and introduced himself individually to all the students as we warmed up. We had a great class and though I loved my normal teacher, a different perspective was refreshing.

That night I got home and slipped out of my ballet gear- the aroma of sweaty nylon and leather slippers made me a little horny and for some reason I just felt really turned on but I couldn't figure out why and I found myself eagerly anticipating class the next week.

The next week I arrived at class early and was warming up at the barre as students filed in. Geoffrey walked in and I noticed my heart raced a little and I felt excited.

This time he was wearing a black t and black tights and when I looked down at his bugle, my mouth went dry. I was scared and confused and tried to scan around for some beautiful looking woman to gaze at to 'save' me.

During class I tried to concentrate on the exercises but my mind kept racing back to that bulge.

There was one exercise where we stretched with one leg on the bar, and as I was leaning in and doing it, I felt a warm presence behind me it was Geoff.

"Your hips are not in alignment", he said as I felt him closer.

I tried to correct but couldn't, and he suggested I was tight in the hip flexors and should work on my turnout. He then placed his hands on my tights covered leg and adjusted it.

It is normal for teachers to give physical corrections and I was not surprised, but his hand felt like a sensual electric shock running though my body. He looked at me, and for the first time I noticed how sensual and beautiful his gray eyes were.

"How does that feel", he said.

I smiled and him and replied, "Great", and our eyes lingered a little longer than what was normal and I felt giddy inside. His hand was still on my leg and he removed it but subtly stroke my thigh with one finger and walked away smiling. I realized I had a raging hardon.

As he walked away, I stole a look at his tights covered ass, and my mouth went dry and I almost involuntarily moaned when I thought about putting my hand there. I had looked at dozens of girls asses in class, but nothing turned me on like his.

We did some intense floor work and by the time class ended I was tired and sweating. He announced that our regular instructor was returning but that he enjoyed working with us all.

My heart dropped at the thought of this, and fumbled around with my gear bag as people poured out. There were a few women talking to him so I gave up and left, but immediately when I stepped out of the door I regretted it and it was almost like some other force was moving me. I stepped back in he looked up at me surprised but pleased.

"I really enjoyed your teaching", I said.

He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks", he said, as his eyes lingered and almost hypnotized me.

"Do you have any tips on how I can fix my turnout", I said.

"Sure", there's another class coming in but there is an empty studio upstairs. He led the way and I followed him.

The studio was in an old building in west village and had wood stairs and dimly lit stairwell. I followed up to the next floor, and when I looked up that gorgeous ass was right in my face and I could feel the warmth of his body.

"Not many people come to to this studio since it's a slow time of year', he said flicking on the some lights (it was in between the summer and spring class schedules for younger students so the whole academy was a little less crowded then normal -- just adult classes like I attended).

At this point I didn't know I was gay and didn't know if we were going to have sex, and like I said it was almost like some force inside me knew better than I did.

"First let's open you up a little', he said, and he showed me some stretching exercises and I followed along.

After a few minutes of this he had me stand in first position, and circled me looking.

"Turn out from the hips", he said, as he went behind me. I could feel the warm of his body and suddenly felt one of his hands on my hip.

"You should feel it here", he said.

I tried to turn out like he said but lost balance and fell back, and he caught me. but not before my tights covered ass backed into his bulge, and that was enough to set off that electric signal that was probably there my whole life -- that I desired a cock up my ass more than any woman. I turned around and looked at him.

"Thanks", I said lingering at his eyes and smiling.

"No problem", he replied smiling and gazing into my eyes. I was frozen and it almost felt like I couldn't move.

Our eyes lingered for what seemed like forever, and he slowly leaned into me and our lips met. I had never kissed a man I felt waves of sensual pleasure undulating up and down my body. I had kissed dozens of girls and it never felt like this. All I could do in response was let out a soft moan.

I soon found his hands around my waist and then caressing my ass through my tights. I started to tremble and shake in ecstasy and pleasure and my knees started getting so weak that I naturally sunk down and found his beautiful tights covered bulge eye level.

His fingers ran through my hair and he gently coaxed me forward and without thinking I leaned in and kissed his tights covered cock. The warmth and aroma turned me on even more and I started passionately kissing and licking it.

By this time I was lustfully panting and hungry for his cock. I put my hands on his waistband and then ran them around and felt his firm muscular ass through the soft clinging nylon. I had never touched a man sexually and waves of pleasure running through my body were a fire of passion that removed any doubt about my sexuality.

I pulled the waistband down, and then his dance belt and I gazed at his beautiful, erect throbbing cock. Like a starved animal I started licking and kissing it and my moistened lips went over the head I sucked for a little and then he coaxed me up.

"Lets go somewhere a little more private", he said as he pulled his tights up and led me by the hand. There was a large side closet used for costume storage and he led me in there, letting me go in front of him, and suddenly I felt his arms grab my waist from behind me, and he started kissing my neck and his erect cock buried between my nylon covered glutes and I involuntarily let out another moan.

I then turned around and sunk down again pulling the waistband down and started to suck him.

"MMM I love your cock", I found myself saying as I greedily sucked and licked it.

"I can tell you want it in your ass", he suddenly said, and without thinking I replied that I did.

He quickly went for his kit bag and returned with coconut oil and a condom. He turned me around and I found myself bent over a dressing table his hands on my hips and his cock again pressed against my nylon covered glutes. He slid it up and down and it created a little friction and I again found myself moaning..

Finally I screamed "Please fuck me!".

His hands first started massaging my glutes through the nylon then I found his hands under my tights and I felt as dab of coconut oil being massaged into my love hole with this fingers, he finally pulled my tights and dance belt down to my knees.

The smells of sex, sweaty nylon and leather ballet slippers filled the air. I felt the tip of his penis probe me and then he gently penetrated me and I started moaning. He got deeper and deeper and it hurt and felt really tight and he whispered for me to try to relax.

Although it hurt I instinctively wanted it and he got deeper and then pulled a little out and began a gentle motion. I slowly moaned in agony and then my muscles relaxed and he hit my 'g spot' and I began to feel a wave of mind blowing mini orgasms as his rhythm built and rammed me harder and harder.

I began to involuntarily buck in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. I was now in a trance like state of total sexual ecstasy. Finally he gave a couple of hard thrusts and let out a gasp and I knew he was done.

I turned around and rolled into his arms and our sweaty bodies melted onto the floor.

I was exhausted but felt incredible contentment -- the kind that comes when you finally figure out who you are.