Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 18:14:26 +1000
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: My Ballet Troupe Part 5

My Ballet Troupe Part 5


Well, my gorgeous wood nymph, pixie, or whatever was all ready, clearly
excited he straightened up and half naked, did a few little dance steps,
the routine ending with him profering those firm little buttocks of his. I
held his hips and drew him toward me, reaching around I found he was still
erect, briefly I let myself toy with his penis, just because it felt...so
nice, I love being able to fondle a boy from behind like that!  Kissing the
back of his slender neck and nuzzling his curls, I bent him over.  I heard
his in drawn breath - he was excited, in fact shivers were running up and
down his body...and not only his, I noticed my own legs trembling and no
wonder, here I had the most beautiful boy in the ballet school naked from
the waist down and waiting!  There was something wraith-like about the boy,
a cross between an elf and some cute little girl, such dainty pointed
features - he was pure seduction, I couldn't help it, as badly as I wanted
to enter him, I had to draw him close for a long hungry kiss, as our lips
met, his eyelashes fluttered appealingly - and I could wait no longer.

The sight of a boy's firm round buttocks gleaming with oil I find
irresistable, his smooth slender legs were apart and as he bent over, with
both hands he reached back and parted his cheeks, I noticed that with a
finger, he'd experimentally begun to finger himself, I let him tease his
opening for a while knowing it would relax him further...I could hold off
no longer, my penis was dribbling pre-cum.  Entering a boy for the first
time is a tricky business but I had my own experience to rely upon - and
I'd been had by someone older too - and survived!  So, clutching his
delicious hips, I positioned against the spot he was so eagerly offering,
satisfied, I nudged and twisted slightly, pushed harder then a bit
more...he gasped...I paused then resumed, this time there was a lengthy
intake of breath...and I knew what he was feeling "All ok darling?"  I
asked "Just keep on, there you are through something, it's easing
off..good, that's much better now!"  I was still sliding in and knew he'd
feel himself expanding deep inside..in fact he'd probably feel my progress,
them my progress was halted... "Still feel ok, I'm right in, right up you
now?"  His voice was hesitant "Don't know, it's all so new, the feeling,
and you're really right in?  Wow!"  I let us rest for a while then began
some tentative moves with my penis, very gradually I began an in-out
motion...he remained quiet then "You're 'fucking' me aren't you?  Just
thinking that, makes me feel all good, sexy, still hurts but not too much
and I think..I might get to like doing this, just keep on and we'll see."

Like most rooms in that ballet school there were floor to ceiling mirrors
on one wall, obviously there for rehearsals, but this was an act of a
different kind.  I glanced sideways, tearing my eyes from the gorgeous
little body bent over before me and saw the spectacle...he looked
exquisitely erotic, it was not only his great physical beauty that did it
but it was the look on his face..he was enraptured..so too was I.  Quietly
I suggested he look to the side, his head turned and I saw his expression
in the mirror - and almost came there and then - his mouth opened in an 'O'
of wonderment while his face flushed pink, flustered for a second he gasped
out "Oh wow, we do make a nice pair don't we...I wonder, has anyone ever
choreographed this?  I mean, you're making love to me aren't you..yes,
that's what this is and it's beautiful, you're the handsome Prince and I'm
the Sprite that caught your fancy, oh yes I'm so glad we can do this...you
DO like me don't you?"  I told him that it was a pity that in this position
I couldn't demonstrate my affection for him properly, intrigued he asked
"How's that?" Then I explained, I'd been told that the way we were doing it
now was about the least complicated way for a 'first time' and that there
were probably lots of other ways but one I did know about involved him
lying on his back and pulling his legs up while I lay between them.  I
paused, busy in my enjoyment then resumed "That way, we can do this
face-to-face...and I should be able to kiss you at the same time - I'd love
that!  You're so pretty, I bet everyone wants to kiss you!"  He giggled,
"Sometimes it seems like that...but I don't let them, aside from Mum,
you're the only person who has been allowed!"

His confidences continued...he was obviously excited and in a state of high
arousal..."Lots of boys and men too try to get it off with me, even when I
was younger I remember in the moovies once, the old man next to me had his
hand up my pants and started playing with me...I liked it but when he
wanted me to hold his..I told him 'No'and moved away.  Then there was the
time when someone caught me in the bushes in the Park...I was lucky then,
he had a camera and all he wanted was to pull my pants down and take
pictures...of me playing with myself!  He told me how to do it...and from
then on I've always enjoyed doing it....but when I do, I think of all those
men and what they'd want to do with me....am I bad?  I mean I never
approach them...even though I need lots of sex....even when I got caught
alone in the toilets and the old man sucked me off in a cubicle, I enjoyed
it - lot's actually but I never started anything...until I met you..."  He
was silent and we both savoured the intimate act we were sharing, I brifly
withdrew to apply more lubricant...I was managing to make this last longer
than I'd imagined..so it was a good precaution, this time when I re
-entered him and began again, there were the distinct sounds of sex, the
noise of a well lubricated piston turning over...he giggled "OOh, that's a
sexy sound!  Yes well, then I met you..and you know...I'd seen you doing
things with all those other boys, oh yes I was watching and I didn't blame
them or you though some of them did boast a bit...I wanted it to be you
doing things with me...but I was jealous, I mean - I wouldn't have known
whose prick it was you had last held...and I'd just be one in the line!
You see, that's why I sort of, arranged things between us!"  I was silent
"You aren't cross, are you?  I mean is this OK, what we're doing...and I
really do enjoy it when you feel me up...actually, I don't nind what you do
with me..."

How to explain to such a beautiful sultry boy that his sexuality was damned
near overwhelming, how at the best of times I had trouble keeping hands off
him?  Then wicked thoughts crossed my mind....the scene he'd described in
the toilet cubicle....wonder if he'd let us re-enact it?  Something told me
that he most certainly would....and the taste of his prick....something to
really savour...and as for confining my sexual attentions to him alone -
well I saw no problem with that at all.  The miracle was, it was ME he
fancied...and he'd need lots of affection, I could tell that...and I'd give
it to him, for example I knew that once I'd shuddered to a halt inside that
lovely body, there'd be more, my hands just wouldn't stay away from
him....and unawares my body betrayed me, helplessly I shuddered and
shuddered, convulsively gripping his slender hips "Sorry darlin!"  I panted
"It was just too much...it's wonderful...what a lovely fuck you are....hope
you enjoyed...."  He was short of breath "Just feel me, feel my prick - of
course I enjoyed!"  I reached for the tip and sure enough, I felt his
cum...."Yes, we're a right pair aren't we - think we'll do for each other?"
His urgent response, just let go, come here, I want that kiss, now....oh
God that was worth the wait...oh dear me - Mummy never told me..."  He got
his kiss as we clung to each other there in the rehearsal room, my sperm
running down his shapely legs, and I savoured those luscious lips of
his....wondering, how soon would it be before we could....do it again?