Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:22:03 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Saga of a Ballet Dancer

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             Saga of a Ballet Dancer
                      By
                     Wolf

	Everyone thinks male Ballet dancer are gay.  It
is not true of all dancers but in my case it is.  My
family was living in a suburb of Los Angles.  It has a
reputation of being a cultural wasteland.

	When Buffy Chandler wanted to bring a
recognized philharmonic orchestra to Los Angles she
deliberately had the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion
designed so that the building would be impractical to
house a ballet company, because they didn't like all
of the queers associated with the ballet.  (It has
only been since Buffy's death and the construction
of the Disney Pavilion that Los Angles could house an
Opera and ballet company.

	When I was just a baby my mother would drag
me along with my older sister to dance classes.  My
mother didn't care if she wanted to become a
professional dancer or not.  She just wanted her to
become a popular girl in school.  I was the one that
became fascinated with the dance.

	Mother enrolled me in class when I asked her.
It was not long before I was better than my older
sister.  The woman that taught the class encouraged
my mother to enroll me in a better class.  She had a
friend that was known for his ability to develop
dancers.  That meant that she had to drive me from
the Valley to the South Bay area every day.  When it
became common knowledge that I was studying
ballet I became the butt of the bullies in school's
jokes, and picked on.

	They teased me about being a pussy girl.  One
time when I was in sixth grade a group of five bullies
cornered me after school and forced me into an
abandoned building where they made me suck their
cocks.  I had never tasted cum before.  I cried like a
baby.  They threatened me, so I never told anyone
about what they had made me do.  I did make sure
to never be in a place where they could make me do
that again.  That did not stop them from teasing me
and making crude gestures like they were holding an
invisible head and pumping their hips like they were
fucking the invisible mouth.

	Their assault did get me thinking about sex.  I
would masturbate while picturing their cocks and the
way they tasted.  I avoided any contact with boys.
My only contact with adult males was the men that
were dancers and my teacher, named Jason.  My
mother had divorced my father when I was very
young.  He had apparently knocked up and underage
school girl.  Her parents made him marry her after a
quick divorce to avoid a charge of stator rape.

	I was always being complemented for being an
attractive boy.  I was the product of a Black
Irishman and a German mother.  I had black curry
hair and ski-blue eyes.  I had a heart shaped face
with deep dimples in both cheeks.  I had a slender
body type.  My thighs were well developed from
years of dancing.  Until the rape no male had ever
made a pass at me.

	After the rape I could not help looking at the
crotch of the male dancers and wondering what
their cocks looked like.  I was not very
knowledgeable about the way to casually check out
men's baskets.  It was not long before my teacher
became aware of my fascination of male crotches.

	At my age I didn't recognize Jason's elaborate
gestures and the manner of his speech as a gay
mannerism, or an affectation of gay men.  He had
always been very supportive of my dancing and willing
to help me learn a new dance step.  He often told me
that if I worked hard that I could become a world
class dancer and travel the world dancing in the best
houses in the world.  When he offered to stay late
to teach me privately I didn't suspect any ulterior
motives.

	The arrangements were made for me to stay
later for more practice.  If my mother ever
suspected his motives, she never mentioned them.  I
was being selected to perform for more prestigious
dance companies thrilled my mother.  She bragged
to her friends about her budding ballet dancer.  My
sister had dropped out of dance class in favor of
becoming cheerleader and dating boys.

	While we were staying late practicing my
teacher often placed his hands on my body to
position me the way he wanted me.  I found his soft
touch very exciting.  I could not place my finger on
it but it reminded me of the way the bullies treated
me, but he was never brutal about it.  All I knew was
that my dick got hard while he was touching me.

	One hot summer evening he suggested that I
strip down to my athletic supporter.  I found the
idea strangely appealing.  I felt my dick get hard
when I stripped off my leotard.  It did not take long
before I was sweating profusely.  Jason's hands
were all over my body.  Every muscle in my body
trembled at his touch.  He thought I was frightened
and had me sit down in a metal folding chair and he
took a seat next to me.

	Jason asked me what was upsetting me or was
it the way he had been touching me.  I assured him
that I didn't mind the way he touched me.  I
eventually told him about the bullies that had made
me suck their cocks.  I admitted that ever since
that time I have had a strong desire to see other
boys and men naked.

	Jason placed his arm around my shoulders and
assured me that a lot of boys and men had those
feelings.  While he was assuring me that it was
natural he took hold of my hand and placed it on the
bulge in his own leotard.  I held my breath while I
felt his cock and balls.  It was larger than any of
the bullies that had made me suck them.  I felt it
swell between my fingers.

	Jason asked me if I would like to see him
naked.  I could hardly get the words out, but I
assured him that I would love to see what his dick
looked like.  Jason stood in front of me and pulled
his T-shirt over his head.  His chest was hairless.
Then he removed his slippers and rolled down the
leotard.  He was standing in front of me in just his
athletic supporter.  I was trembling at the sight of
his smooth muscular legs before he pulled down his
ballet belt.  The sight of his cock flopping out
startled me.  I had never seen a cock as long as his
before and he had a foreskin that covered the head
completely.  It reminded me of a flesh colored rose
bud.  When his tool was free I saw that his scrotum
hung heavily between his legs like two steel balls in a
suede marble sack.  His cock dangled over the balls
before he got a full hard-on.  When he milked it a
little it got hard and stuck out from in front of his
body like a flagpole.

	I could not resist reaching out and feeling it
for myself.  It felt warm and I can only describe the
way it felt as like a neoprene rubber covering over a
stiff rubber hose.  The foreskin pulled back to
expose the wet knob very easily.  I must have pulled
it back to much because Jason said, "Not so hard
honey!"  His face showed some pain.  I let the skin
go slack, but the knob was still exposed.  I licked the
knob and liked the taste.  I took the shaft into my
mouth and started sucking him, the way the bullies
had made me suck them.

	Jason gently stroked my curly hair while I
sucked him off.  There was nothing mean about the
way he treated me.  I relished the taste of his cum.
When I finished swallowing the last drop of his cum,
Jason asked me to stand up.  When I did as he
asked, he kissed me on the mouth very sweetly while
he pulled down my ballet belt.  He played with my
dick very lovingly.

	I was still just a boy but my dick was starting
to develop nicely.  My scrotum had dropped by that
time.  I still did not have any pubic hair though.  All
I had managed to get out of my dick was a few
drops of clear pre-cum at a time.  I envied all of
that lovely white cum that Jason had fed me.

	Jason on the other hand was telling me what a
lovely dick I had.  He knelt before me and sucked my
dick.  He even managed to take my balls into his
mouth too.  When I climaxed my knees buckled.
Jason had to catch me.  He lowered me to the
wooden floor and covered my body with his.  I loved
the way he made me feel.  He rubbed my body until I
had another boner.  He jacked me off until he was
ready to suck my dick again.  I can only tell you that
I did love Jason.

	We became lovers that night.  He continued to
teach me but recognized that our sexual excess was
retarding my dancing development.  Jason was a
natural bottom and allowed me to fuck his asshole
without ever fucking me.

	After we had been lovers for a month or so he
lay on the floor of the dance studio on his back and
pulled his legs back to show me his asshole.  I didn't
have to be told what he wanted.  I got between his
legs and guided my stiffy into his asshole.  He loved
the feeling of my young cock in his ass.  Over the
next few months I must have fucked him three or
four times a week.

	There came a time when he acknowledged that
if I was ever going to become a great dancer that I
would have to train under a better teacher.  He
wanted me to go to Europe or New York City.  He
preferred Europe but there was no way my mother
could afford sending me to Europe.  Jason had some
connections in New York and arrangements were
made.

	My mother had no idea what I would be doing
to make up the difference in what she could afford
and what it was really going to cost for my
education.  The private teacher I had was a brilliant
dancer that was too old and had broken a leg.  The
accident had smashed the cartilage in the knee.  The
pain prevented him from dancing anymore.

	Jason came with me to introduce me to my new
mentor.  While on the plane he told me that I would
have to accept that he is a top, but under his
tutelage I would learn more about the ballet than
anyplace else.  He would see to it that you will get
the recognition you deserve.  I was not looking
forward to enduring the bottom roll, but I would
endure anything to achieve my goal of becoming a
famous ballet dancer.

	When we arrived at the home of his old mentor
I thought New York stunk.  The apartment building
he lived in was old.  It was well kept but the ground
floor walls were scared.  We were admitted to the
building by a uniformed doorman.  The old elevator
was efficient as it lifted us up to the penthouse.
When the elevator opened we were in a spacious
vestibule.  Obviously he occupied the entire floor.

	The door was answered by a butler.  We were
escorted to a spacious parlor and told that the
master would be with us in a few moments.  He
offered us refreshments and something to drink.  I
accepted a soft drink and Jason chose whiskey sour.

	When the door opened I was impressed with
the regal way the master made his entrance.  He had
on a silk dressing gown that was almost floor length.
The slippers he had on were made of ostrich leather.
He greeted Jason with a warm hug and a kiss right
on the mouth.  When he released Jason with one arm
around Jason's waist he faced me and said, "Is this
our new protégée?"

	Jason introduced me to his old master.  The
man stood there studying me very carefully.  He
addressed Jason, "He is absolutely beautiful but can
he dance?"

	Jason assured him, "He is the most talented
boy I have ever had the pleasure to teach!  All he
needs is a little polishing and the right exposure."

	I noticed a slight limp as he moved across the
room to his entertainment center.  He asked me, "Do
you know which one of the videos of you dancing
that impressed me enough to consider taking you
under my wing?"

	I assumed it was my lead role in the
Nutcracker.  When I told him with some pride "The
Nutcracker" he said, "Wrong!"

	He inserted the DVD disk and selected a local
production that was produced with homemade
costumes of "Swan Lake."  He pointed out, "Look at
your face!  I can tell that you are trying to prove
something.  What pissed you off?"

	I said, "I had been selected for the lead over
some older dancers.  They had made comments that
the only reason I got the lead was because my mouth
was sucking the director's cock."  I blushed at having
said that.

	The old man smiled and said, "Revenge is a good
motivator.  Many of my best performances were the
result of me wanting to prove to everyone that I was
better than anyone else.  I hated it when people
would say that such and such was the only dancer to
perform a specific ballet.  I went out to prove that I
was even better than the person the critics claimed
that I was not worthy enough to carry the shoes of
another dancer."

	"I want to see what you look like.  Take off
your clothes!"

	I looked at Jason, and he nodded his head.  I
peeled off my clothes.  He did not stop me as I
pulled down my underwear.  He said "First position."
I assumed the first position he walked around me.
He felt my naked body like a person inspecting a
race horse they were thinking about buying.  He said,
"Nice legs, nice conformation.  He will do!"

	He also hoisted my cock and stroked it a few
times.  He looked at Jason, "I bet you love this in
your boy pussy, Jason."

	Jason said, "You know me too well master."

	He turned me around and bent me over before
he ran his hand up the crack of my ass.  "Come here
Jason and prepare me!"

	Jason came over and knelt in front of the
master and opened the dressing gown and sucked his
cock.  I looked at the butler and was curious about
the lack of emotion on his face.

	When the old man's cock was hard and wet he
pulled his cock out of Jason's mouth and turned to
me again.  He held onto my hips as he inserted his
cock into my ass.

	I told myself to accept the discomfort as the
price I was willing to pay to become famous.  The
man fucked my ass with long thrusting strokes.  I
had no idea that his cock was rubbing against my
prostrate while he was fucking my ass.  My dick was
swinging back and forth with every thrust and I had
a boner worthy of a pony.  Then without warning I
squirted cum on the floor.  The old man eventually
filled my ass with his cum.  When he pulled his cock
out of my ass, cum was running down the inside of
my legs.

	"He will do Jason.  Let's get him moved in."

	I was move into the guest room next door to
the master bedroom.  I was enrolled into the school
for performing arts.  I had a regular school
curriculum every day.  Along with the regular studies
I attended dance classes that consumed most of my
time.  It was hard work.  I was constantly under
pressure to perform because every student in the
school was very talented.  I knew that every move
had to be better than Rudolf Nureyev.  I would have
to leap higher and spin faster.  There was not a lot
of time for sex during the week.  Weekends were
different.

	I was escorted to parties by the master.  I was
introduced the most powerful people.  It amazed me
that the wealthiest and most powerful people
fondled over my master so much.  I was treated like
a prince.  His reputation of being a top was well
known and many powerful men propositioned him.
Every party would eventually wind up with some
powerful man bent over with his tuxedo pants around
his ankles and I watched my master fucking their
assholes.  At home there were times that we had
chorus boys up so that I could fuck them while my
master was fucking my asshole.

	In time I did achieve the recognition I sought.
Along with the fame came many admirers that were
all too willing to offer their services to me.  I had
my kick of beautiful men and boys to use as I saw
fit.  I did enjoy fucking them but I still enjoyed
offering up my ass and mouth for good looking men
to use



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