Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2009 20:35:24 -0500
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Ballet School (gay/adult youth, b/b, bb/ bmM)

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                    Ballet School
                         By
                        Wolf

	T J's mother took him to a new ballet studio
that had just opened in town that was run by a
rather mysterious dance teacher's that were
husband and wife.  He was not all that happy about
being enrolled in a dance studio.  When they arrived
in an old part of town they parked in a lot behind the
street front and TJ saw the faded letters above the
back door proclaiming that Madam Svetlana's Dance
Studio.  When they entered the back door they
passed the male and female bathrooms, on the right,
that smelled of disinfectant even through the closed
doors.  They passed the two dressing rooms for girls
and males, on the left.  The girl's dressing room was
much larger simply because the girls outnumber the
boys five to one.  Then there was a small office.
The remaining floor space was devoted to a
hardwood dance floor.  The first thing T J noticed
was the wall on the north was all mirrors, with a lot
of four foot wide floor to ceiling panels ,with a hand
rail (later identified as a barre) running the length
of that wall.  Most of the widow front was covered
with stylized graphics depicting the art of dance.
The south wall was covered with photographs of
famous dancers that had autographed their portrait
along with an upright piano and the sound equipment
used to play music when the piano was not being
used.  The room had that musty smell of dust, a hint
of liniment and alcohol.  At some time in the past
the building had been a bar, and booze had soaked
into every pore of the wood.  TJ hated the smell of
sweat and perfume too.

	They were greeted by a slender old woman with
deep lines chiseled into her face.  She had a thick
Russian accent as she welcomed TJ's mother and
him.  She knelt in front of TJ and assured him, "TJ
learning to dace will not only benefit your ability in
sports, but will make you popular with the girls,
because girls like to dance with the best dancers at
parties."

	As a nine-year old TJ had no interest in the
company of girls and even less for feely touchy
women.  He didn't care for the way Svetlana hugged
him.  She assured him that he would not have to put
on tights like adult ballet dancers.  He could opt for
bicycle Lycra shorts in the place of tights or
unitards.  She said, "We need to introduce you to my
husband.  He will be your teacher.  HAY Anatoliy,
come here!"

	TJ saw the man coming out of the office.  He
may have been six-feet tall, graying hair and his
face was weather as much as his wife.  It was
obvious that he had been a strong man in his youth
but time had emaciated his muscles, but even in his
practice tights TJ could see that Anatoliy's thighs
were still strong, and he did have a cod peace in the
tights that drew the boy's attention to his crotch.
He wondered if the old man's organ was really that
large, if so it would be the largest he would have
ever seen.  He had no idea that it was a cup was
historical addition designed to make men look bigger
on the pretence of protecting his privates.

	Anatoliy greeted him warmly with an accent
but it was more French than Russian.  He assured
TJ that they would have time to do other things
besides dance.  He asked him if he preferred
basketball, baseball, football or soccer..  TJ was not
as tall as the basketball players, as coordinated as
the baseball players or as husky as the football
players.  So he had worked hard to develop his skills
as a soccer player.

	Anatoliy assured him that learning to dance
would develop balance and his legs as he slapped his
own thighs.  He got confidential as he whispered,
"Lifting ballerinas are good for the legs." as he cast
an eye towards his wife.

	TJ was still not sold on the idea of dancing.
His friends would make fun of him if they knew he
was studying ballet.  He knew they thought all male
dancers were faggots.  His mother insisted that he
try it for three months.  He relented and agreed to
try it that long.

	It was a good thing that his teachers came
from the modern Russian ballet because the Bolshoi
Ballet Company of Moscow was so regimented to just
the classical ballet.

	Svetlana's would allow the children to learn
classical, modern and tap.  TJ's mother bough him all
of the shoes he would need along with a couple of
pairs of Lycra bicycle shorts.  TJ had no idea that
the bike shorts were far more expensive than the
simple spandex tights.  There was a lot of coaching
to stretch their ligaments and worm up their
muscles.  They spent a lot of time at the barre being
introduced to learning the five basic positions; first
position=Plie, second position=arabesque, third
position=fouette, ect.  Then there was the endless
repetition of steps, to the staccato beat of the
piano.  There was just the incessant pounding of the
rhythm.  There was just the incessant pounding of
the rhythm.  At first there was very little music.

	After each class the boys would engage in some
roughhousing hi-jinks.  Some of the boys would group
each other a little excessively.  TJ developed a
friendship with a boy his age named Ryan.  They
avoided the normal grab-assing the other guys were
involved in.  There were no showers, so the boys and
girls could only dry off with towels before changing
clothes if they chosed to do so.

	The husband and wife were certainly
personable personalities.  They spent a lot of time
winning the confidence of the parents.  The parents
of young children could accompany them and sit in
the metal chairs throughout the allotted time.  As
time passed more and more mothers would simply
drop children off and run errands.  Some would even
return long after the class was over.  The classes
were divided by age as much as possible.  The older
teenagers were later in the evening.

	Anatoliy was true to his word arranging time
for the boys to get outdoors to play games.  TJ was
learning to enjoy the classes too.  Svetlana was like a
mother hen with the girls too.  She fussed over
them constantly.  There were rumors that some of
her favorite girls were more than just dancing for
her.  TJ heard the innuendoes, but had never seen
anything to suggest that she was touching the girl's
inappropriately.

	He had felt Anatoliy's hand touching his little
basket when he was adjusting his stance many times,
but had not thought much about it.  He was rather
naive about sex.

	Ryan and TJ were in the same class at school
so their friendship developed into a close bond.
They studied together and slept over at each other's
homes regularly.  Ryan like his Lycra shorts so much
that he even slept in them.  While they were facing
each other in Ryan's bed one night, Ryan told TJ
that he loved him and kissed him on the mouth.  TJ
was not sure how he felt about being kissed by a guy,
but did not resist.  While Ryan was kissing him he
reached down and slid his hand inside TJ's
underwear and rubbed TJ's dick.  TJ didn't move.
He was debating if he should object.

	His parents had always told him to never let
anyone touch his private parts, but what Ryan was
doing to him felt good.  Ryan was his best friend, so
he didn't object to the way Ryan was playing with his
thing.  When Ryan asked him to play with his thing,
he struggled to get his hand in Ryan's shorts, but
they were so tight Ryan had to pull down his shorts
for him.  When TJ touched Ryan's dick it was stiff
and very warm.  They played with each other for a
long time that night and even enjoyed tongue kissing
each other.  They repeated that every time the
slept with each other after that.

	Both of them eventually got used to the idea
of wearing tights and unitards.  TJ got a little thrill
of having his little winner able to move freely in the
tights.  That did require him to change clothes
before and after class in the dressing room with the
other boys.

	One day after their class was over TJ went
home as usual without thinking about anything more
important than making a model car.  It was not until
later in the evening that he thought about
homework.  When he looked for his book-bag he
could not find it.  He finally remembered that the
last place he had seen it was at the dance studio.
He had placed it next to a chair while he changed
shoes.  I figured it must still be there.  He rode his
BMX bicycle to town and hoped that it would not be
locked up because the last class was the older
teenager's was over by that time.  He didn't even
notice that there were still cars parked in the lot
behind the building.  He just laid the bike on its side.
When he tested the back door it was open.  He
headed to the studio floor and found his bag.  He
was relieved at having found his bag.  He was more
relaxed as he headed for the back door.  As he
passed the door to the girl's dressing room he heard
a moan and voices.  He was curious enough to see
what was going on.  The door was not locked so he
peeked in the door.  TJ almost shit his pants at what
he saw.

	There was one of the girls form the class that
was about sixteen years old laying face up on the
table in the middle of the room.  She was totally
naked.  Her knees were bent and Madam Svetlana
was bent over her body with her head between her
legs.  She was naked too.  She had her face buried
between the girl's legs.  What was even more
disturbing was that he recognized the girl's mother
standing behind Madam Svetlana and she was
clinging to her behind, and had her face down there
and she was licking Madam Svetlana's pussy and
asshole.  TJ backed up allowing the door to close
quietly.

	His heart was pounding a mile a minute.  He was
to scare to bolt for the door as he backed up, he
found himself pressed against the door to the boys
dressing room.  As his body pressed against the door
it opened and when he looked inside he got another
shock.

	One of the boys from his dance class, named
Tommy, was naked on the table and the boy's older
brother was standing in front of him with his dick in
his little brother's mouth.  Anatoliy was naked and
standing at the foot of the table with his dick
slipping in and out of the boy's butthole.  He could
not believe what he was watching the dance
teacher's cock sliding almost all the way out of
Tommy's asshole and then going back in, until the
man's body was pressed against the boy's soft white
butt.  Tommy could not say anything because his
brother was doing the same thing to his mouth.  TJ
only watched for a moment before he headed for
the back door.  He was sweating as he rode his bike
home, not from the exercise.  He hardly even notice
street lights as he raced home.  He was thinking
about what he had seen.  That night he must have
jacked off a half dozen times before he fell asleep.

	The next day at school he had to tell Ryan all
about what he had seen.  During the first recess he
drew Ryan aside, and told him what he had seen.
Ryan was not all that surprised.  He told TJ that
there were rumors about what went on among the
other guys.  He wanted TJ to tell him all about
seeing Anatoliy fucking Tommy.

	They sought out Tommy during lunch time and
asked him about what was going on.  Tommy tried to
deny anything was going on, until TJ told him what
he had seen.  Then Tommy got scared and begged
them not to tell anyone what he knew.  TJ wanted to
know what it was like to have a dick in his butt.  Did
it hurt?

	Tommy finally relaxed and told them
everything.  "His older brother and me shared a
bedroom.  His brother had started him off having
him play with his dick and sucking each other's dicks.
My brother started greasing up my butthole about
three years ago.  It hurt at first but eventually I
liked it.  When the school opened Anatoliy soon
found out that my brother liked sex and my brother
told him about me.  When our class is over I stay
behind to ride home with my brother but while I
wait Mr. Anatoliy has sex with me in his office.
Svetlana also had some favorite girls she has sex
with too."

	They agreed that Tommy would come home
with Ryan and TJ, to teach them about sex before
the bell rang ending lunch period.  That afternoon
the three of them made arrangements for them to
ride home with Ryan's mother.  She gave them
homemade chocolate chip cookies and milk.  They
retired to Ryan's room where they talked about sex
for awhile.  They eventually inspected each other's
dicks.

	They were too young for their scrotums to
have dropped.  They were tight little wrinkled sacks
holding their nuts tightly against their bodies.  All of
them were circumcised, so their dicks looked a lot
alike.  When Ryan and TJ asked about butt fucking
Tommy bent over and spread his butt with his hands,
so they could look at his asshole and touch it.  He
even allowed them to fuck his ass.  There was not
enough for them to allow Tommy to fuck them
before they had to get dressed, so that Ryan's
mother to deliver the boys home.

	Ryan and TJ were still enjoying the fact that
they had gotten to fuck someone for the first time
in their young lives.  They were in a good mood and
full of themselves.  When they got to the dance
studio that afternoon they were still in a good mood.
During the class they were both subjected to a lot
of correction by Mr. Anatoliy.  Nothing they did
seemed to be right.  After class they were changing
clothes when Anatoliy told them to hang around for
extra instruction.

	The next class was filing in by that time.  So,
Ryan and TJ made phone calls home to explain that
they were being kept after class for instruction.
They found seat to watch the next class remaining
in their tights.  There was nothing to do but watch
the other class go through their exercises.  They
were older than their own class; all of them were
between 10 and 13.  The class was subjected to the
same corrections by Svetlana and Anatoliy.  There
was a lot more personal touching during the class
that even Ryan and TJ noticed.  The older boys
seemed to have erections all of the time.  Their
tights were either sticking out in front of them or
pulled up along the crease of the junction of their
bodies and their legs.  TJ could not help getting a
hard-on seeing the bulge in their tights.

	When they were being instructed in dance
steps Anatoliy motioned for them to join the class.
They did their best to not make mistakes and be
held up to ridicule.  Instead Anatoliy called them up
front and had them go through the routine.  He was
telling the class that if they worked as hard as
these two they would be good dancers.  It made
Ryan and TJ feel great that they were pleasing their
instructor.  When the class was over and the senior
class took the floor the boys were proud of
themselves to perform for the older class.

	Svetlana was doing her own thing with the girls
so the boys hardly even noticed them.  When the
class came to an end Anatoliy told the boys to stay
after class.  They wondered if they had done
something wrong and a little apprehensive about
what was going on.  Svetlana had followed the girls
into their dressing room without much notice on the
part of Ryan and TJ.  When Anatoliy led them to
the boy's dressing room they found that Tommy and
his older brother were in the room alone.  They had
removed their tights and were standing there with
boners.

	Anatoliy was standing behind Ryan and TJ.
There was no place to go.  Tommy's brother said, "I
understand you know about our little group of
friends and even fucked my little brother."

	Ryan and TJ didn't know what to expect.  They
could not deny they had fucked Tommy.  The way
the older brother was standing there with his legs
spread with his cock between his index finger and
his middle finger, wiggling it up and down mincingly.
He said, "It is only fair that we get to fuck the two
of you too."

	Ryan and TJ began to feel threatened as they
watched Anatoliy taking off hid leotard both of
them watched him remove his cod piece.  They had
always wondered what he was hiding in that basket.
When they saw his crotch they were impressed.
Anatoliy had a cock that was not much thicker than
their own cocks but the thing dangling between his
legs looked like it was a foot long.  His scrotum was a
loose sack that hung down almost as far as his dick.
His pubic hair was a light brown mat above hid cock.
When he was naked Anatoliy jacked off enough to
make his cock hard.  It did not get any longer but it
did get thicker.  He went to a locker and got a jar
out.  He said, "I don't want the two of you getting
hurt." as he opened the jar.

	Tommy and his brother stripped Ryan and TJ
of their tights and T-shirts before they forced the
boys face down across the table in the middle of the
room.  They were holding them down by standing in
front of the boys and hanging onto their wrists.
Anatoliy went behind them and dipped his finger into
the jar.  Ryan and TJ could not see what he was
doing to them, but they could watch what he was
doing to each other.  The old man wiped their butt
cracks with the greasy finger.  They both felt a hot
stinging sensation for a moment before their flesh
went numb.  They felt the heat though as he stuck
his greasy finger into their assholes.

	Tommy's brother tied their hand together with
their own leotards and handed the ends to Tommy so
that he was free to move around the table to get
behind them.  Anatoliy was behind TJ and the
brother was behind Ryan.  They took a strong grip of
their hips and moved their hips around until their
cocks were lined up with the boy's assholes and
pressed their hips foreword..  Anatoliy cautioned the
boys, "Relax and push like you're going potty or it will
hurt even more."

	TJ strained like he was going potty, as
Anatolit's cock entered his ass.  Whatever it was in
the grease it did numb his asshole, but there was
some discomfort.  When he looked at Ryan's face he
could tell that Ryan was suffering as much as he
was.  The table was making noise as the rocking
motion was moving the table on the concert floor.
TJ felt the old man fucking his ass and it began to
feel very exciting as his cock was being pressed
against the wooden table.

	He had no idea that the man's cock was rubbing
his prostrate from the inside.  All he knew was he
actually had a dry climax before he felt Anatoliy
ram his hips against his butt hard, and then hang on.
He did not feel the cum being squirted in his ass.
Then he felt a warm liquid dripping out of his ass
and tricking down his balls as it cooled..  His first
thought was that he was bleeding from his ass.
When Tommy finally let go of the tights, TJ
reached back to wipe his ass and look at his hand,to
see if he was bleeding.  What he found covering his
fingers was a gob of white slippery liquid!  He was
relieved to find that it was not blood.

	They were turned over onto their back and
they changed partners as the brother climbed onto
the table and mounted TJ head to toe.  He dangled
his cock over his head until TJ opened his mouth and
swallowed the cock covered with cum.  The brother
bent over and took TJ's little cock in his mouth, and
sucked him like a pro.  Anatoliy was doing the same
thing to Ryan.  From where TJ was laying he was
looking at Anatoliy's backside.  He could make out
the top of Ryan's head as his buddy was sucking on
the old man's cock.  Then he saw Tommy get between
Anatoliy's legs, and stick his face between the old
man's butt cheeks and lick his ass.  TJ sucked the
brother until the guy had a climax.  At least there
was not much cum and he was able to swallow all of
it.  When they were finished all of them got
dressed.

	The boys smelled of sweat and cum so they had
to be wiped down with "Handy-Wipes" before they
could get their clothes on.  Anatoliy took the boy's
home in his car.

	TJ never became a professional dancer but he
sure did learn how to suck cock and fuck ass.  He
became a man's boy, but did enjoy watching Svetlana
having sex with her girls.  He never had a desire to
have sex with the girls, but over the years he had
sex with almost every boy in the school.  By the time
he was a senior in high school he was seducing the
first graders too.



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