The Erotic Life of Ballet Dancers

It was Sunday morning. I had just showered and toweled myself off. I walked into my bedroom and was about to get dressed when I discovered that I had a text message from Darya on my phone. It said simply, “Meet me in Nari’s apartment. I will tell you about test # 9.”

Darya had promised that I could be her boyfriend if I passed twelve difficult tests of her design. So far, I’d passed eight of them. I was getting exceedingly close to my goal. My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered what test number nine might be. Some of Darya’s tests were extremely difficult.

I got dressed quickly, ran a comb through my damp hair and made my way to Nari’s apartment. Nari and I both lived in the same apartment building. We even lived on the same floor. Walking from my apartment to his didn’t take long at all.

Nari had given me a spare key to his apartment, urging me to drop by any time I felt like it. I let myself in and saw Darya and Nari sitting on Nari’s couch, waiting for me. The two of them had apparently been engaged in conversation before I entered, and they paused when I entered the apartment.

“Scott,” Darya exclaimed, “I did not expect you to come so soon.”

“Phrasing,” Nari called out, and then Darya gave him a look of confusion.

“Phrasing,” Nari elaborated, “From that TV show, Archer. They say that all the time when somebody says something that they thought sounded innocent, but the way they phrased it there was some sort of unintended sexual innuendo.”

Darya seemed to consider this for a few seconds and then asked, “Is this supposed to be funny?”

“It is funny,” Nari explained, “It’s hilarious.”

Darya seemed skeptical. I adore her. She’s quite possibly the most beautiful woman on the planet. She’s sex on legs. However, she doesn’t seem to have much of a sense of humor.

“At any rate,” Darya said turning her attention back to me, “Scott, have you ever considered a career in gay porn?”

“What? No!” I replied, “I have a contract with a professional ballet company. Why would I want to give that up to work in the porn industry?”

Darya considered me with her signature brand of cool aloofness and said, “You have the perfect body for gay porn. You could easily make a great deal of money. Also, professional ballet dancers are at constant risk of their career being ended by injury. I have seen many dancers suffer torn muscles, ruptured ligaments and tendons. Sometimes these injuries make it impossible to continue dancing. It is always good for a dancer to have a backup plan.”

“And you think that gay porn should be my backup plan?” I asked incredulously.

“It is a very practical plan,” Darya insisted, “And test number nine has to do with gay porn, so I thought I would broach the subject with you.”

“Oh, God,” I said, “What sort of test is test number nine?”

Darya gave me another imperious look and said, “Some of the people in the audience at the clothing auction work for Adonis Video. Have you ever heard of this place?”

“No,” I admitted.

“Adonis video is a company that sells gay erotica. They have very large budget and many, many customers. And after seeing you naked at the clothing auction, there are some people there who would very much like to hire you.”

“Hire me to perform in gay porn? Seriously?”

“All it would take is one phone call and I could schedule a time and place for your first video to be filmed. It is much less demanding work that dancing ballet, and you would be paid very well.”

“Don’t you think it would be demeaning?” I asked, “A straight guy doing gay porn?”

“This is your ninth test,” Darya explained, “If you do not do this video, you fail the test, and I will never be your girlfriend. Also, Nari has already agreed to help. If you agree to be in the video, Nari will perform in the video with you. You and he have had sex before, so at least you will not be having sex with a stranger.”

Nari smiled at me boyishly and said, “I wanted to do what I could to make things easier for you.”

It was impossible to be angry with Nari. He was a flirtatious pretty-boy who openly lusted after my body; however, he was also playful, entertaining, compassionate and a good friend. And truth be told, it would be less awkward having sex with him as opposed to having sex with a total stranger.

“Okay, I agree to your terms,” I said resignedly, “Make your phone call.”

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Darya made a call and talked to somebody over at Adonis Video. After she got off the phone, she told me that she had arranged a time and date. She also gave me the address where I should go.

“They make videos there,” Darya explained, “It is all very professional. There will be cameraman, lighting assistant, director, hair stylist and makeup artist.”

“What?” I blurted out, “Makeup? Are they going to make me look like a woman?”

“Nothing like that,” Nari said, attempting to put my fears to rest, “When they’re filming porn, the bright lights and camera wash out your natural skin tone, so you need makeup to bring your skin back to life and keep you from looking all pale and ghostly.”

“Oh, is that all?” I said, suddenly feeling much more relaxed.

Nari did everything he could to make me more comfortable about my upcoming gay porn video. He listened to my fears, and he said all the right things to help reduce my panic. Like I said, he’s a good friend.

When Friday rolled around, Nari drove me to the address Darya had given me. The address was in Fairhaven; however, it was in a very different part of Fairhaven than the part where Nari and I live. The address where Nari and I were going was in the Olympic Heights section of Fairhaven. It’s the part of Fairhaven where the rich people live. Nari and I live in the section of Fairhaven where the working-class people live.

Adonis Video was housed in the Schuyler Building, a thirty-story building with acres of polished marble in the lobby. Even the security desk in the lobby looked like it had been carved from marble. I walked through their lobby wearing a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt, feeling terribly out of place.

Just as I was thinking that a well-dressed woman in a skirt-suit walked up to us, trailed by a well-dressed security guard.

“May I help you?” she asked in that condescending tone that implied I was somehow lowering property values just by walking across the floor of her lobby.

I got tongue-tied, but Nari jumped in and replied, “We’re looking for Adonis Video. We have an appointment.”

The well-dressed woman still seemed condescending, however her attitude changed slightly. Her eyes drifted up and down, examining my body closely. She had a creepy look on her face as her eyes drifted up and down, examining me and then Nari. I felt like she was undressing me with her eyes. Based on what Nari told her, she probably knew we were there to do gay porn.

“Third floor,” she finally said and then she pointed me in the direction of the elevators.

“God, I hate people like that,” I said, once Nari and I were safely inside the elevator.

“People like what?” Nari asked innocently.

“Rich people,” I responded, “Rich, pompous jerks, who think that they’re better than everybody else.”

“Ah,” Nari said, sounding agreeable, “The Malory Archer and the Montgomery Burns crowd, filled with an overblown sense of superiority and entitlement because they were born into wealth.”

“Yes,” I said in eager agreement, “She’s a total bitch to me because I wasn’t born with a silver enema up my ass! I hate people like that!”

Nari smiled as my crude analysis of the arrogant woman in the lobby and then the elevator doors opened and allowed us to gain access to the third floor.

The lobby of Adonis Video looked like the lobby of a tastefully decorated law firm. It had beautiful hardwood floors and a polished counter that surrounded the receptionist desk. The counter looked as if it might be made of marble, and it was raised high in one spot, presumably to hide the receptionist’s computer and printer.

There was a modern art painting hung up on the wall and perhaps a dozen comfortable leather chairs for people to relax in.

I noticed that three of the chairs were occupied. Well-dressed, well-groomed men with an air of entitlement scrutinized Nari and I as we made our way across the lobby. They were all older men. Two of them looked to be in their early thirties, and one gentleman looked as he were in his late forties or early fifties. I felt as if the eldest man was appraising me, evaluating me-perhaps all three of them were.

“This is a gay porn business?” I whispered to Nari as I followed him across the lobby, “It looks more like a law firm or a brokerage firm.”

“Hush,” Nari whispered back, “The people who founded this business obviously wanted their gay porn business to look respectable, not trashy. I think it’s admirable that they opted not to look trashy.”

I ceased all forward momentum as my mind began to shut down. The thought of well-dressed, older men ogling my naked body made a surge of fear grow in the pit of my stomach and I suddenly wasn’t certain if I could do this.

“C’mon, Scott,” Nari urged, and he had to grab my arm and pull me along to get me to move reluctantly forward. He practically dragged me forward to the girl at the receptionist desk. The girl smiled amicably at Nari and said, “May I help you?”

The girl was young, pretty, smiling, wearing a fashionable V-neck dress and seemed eager to help. Nari explained who we were and who we were there to see. The girl smiled knowingly and said, “Your friend seems awfully nervous.”

“Stage fright,” Nari explained, “He’s not used to performing in front of a camera.”

“Oh, the camera is gonna love him,” the girl assured Nari, “With that come-hither face and the pouty lips, he was born for this line of work!”

“See?” Nari said, playfully nudging me, “You were born for this line of work! It would be a crime for you to not be in gay porn!”

Nari was playful and flamboyant the entire time we were at the receptionist desk. He called me “Sexy” and “Beautiful”, and he kissed me on the cheek. At some point the receptionist said that we were “adorable” and “a really cute couple”. When she said these things, Nari’s smile lit up the entire room.

The receptionist had us sign some release forms and a few other legal documents. Then we found out how much we would be paid, and I was impressed. Apparently, working in gay porn really was a practical backup plan.

_______

After all the formalities were out of the way, Nari and I were introduced to the director. His name was Eric Redstone, and he was only a few years older than me. He was a young, skinny guy who wore jeans with a sports coat. He had wild eyes, spoke with a passionate, youthful enthusiasm and was bouncing with energy. He explained his vision with the fervor of a religious zealot and tried to sweep everyone else up in his vision.

“There is a large section of the gay community that finds ballet dancers to be sexy, absolutely mouth-watering with sex appeal. And Adonis Video has been totally ignoring the potential profits to be made in ballet porn. That oversight ends today!”

Then, the hyperkinetic director pointed in my direction and announced, “These two are Scott Alexander and Nariman Tarasova! These two beautiful men are real life ballet dancers who dance for the Chandler Theatre!”

Everyone in the room turned to look at us. There were about thirty people in the room, some of them (like the cameramen, the makeup artist and the hair stylist) were there to assist in the creation of the video. The others were investors, who were apparently there to see how Eric was spending their money.

“Hello,” Nari said with a smile and a wave as dozens of eyes scrutinized us. I couldn’t seem to get my vocal cords to work, but I did manage a wave.

“So beautiful, and so talented,” said Eric enthused, “They will be the foundation upon which I build my success as a director, perfect ballet bodies, boyish faces, superhuman flexibility and libidinous passion! Add a soundtrack with music by Claude Debussy and I have a formula for bringing in new customers, and profits enough to make everyone happy!”

“This guy really loves us,” Nari said to me in hushed tones, “He makes it sound like he got Superman and Captain America to do gay porn.”

That put an interesting visual in my head and got me to smile. Seriously, the thought of Captain America on his knees, sucking Superman’s Kryptonian cock, I just found that too amusing and over the top. I had to smile.

_______

Before filming could begin, Nari and I had to be prepared. We had to endure a hair stylist with a Russian accent playing with our hair and getting it to look “maximum sexy”, whatever that means, and then there was the makeup artist, plying her trade.

Then there were our costumes, which consisted of nothing but a dance belt for each of us.

For those of you who have never done ballet, a dance belt is a garment a male ballet dancer wears to immobilize his cock and balls. It’s a kind of bondage device that keeps the cock and balls immobile no matter how much we leap, land, twist or contort our bodies in dance rehearsals.

It largely resembles a thong or a G-string, except for the fact that it has a wider waist belt so the flesh at the waist is not pinched in. There’s a narrow, triangular panel of elasticized fabric in the front that just barely covers a male dancer’s cock and balls. This scrap of fabric passes between the wearer’s legs, becomes an exceedingly narrow strip of fabric and is pulled tightly in between the male dancer’s buttocks. Nari has sometimes referred to the dance belt as a dance-thong, wedgie-belt or a butt-floss.

These things are uncomfortable to wear. That narrow piece of fabric that goes between your butt cheeks is tight and can chafe. And the pouch that conceals your cock and balls can pinch if you don’t stuff yourself into it just right. However, dance belts do an excellent job of putting a dancer’s buttocks on display. And I’m pretty sure that was the whole reason Eric had us wear them.

“Oh my,” said Eric with a smile on his face as he looked at Nari and I wearing nothing other than our butt-floss belts, “such beautiful young bodies. Now, turn around gentlemen and let me see your butts.”

Nari and I obeyed this command without complaint. I felt somewhat objectified the way Eric was scrutinizing my near-naked body. Eric’s dapper investors were a little less obvious, however, they were checking me out as well. My heart pounded urgently in my chest, and I could feel my face flush hot with embarrassment as I turned around.

“Exquisite,” Eric enthused, “Both of you boys have adorable, perfectly-shaped buttocks. And to perch them atop dancer’s legs, that just makes them even more desirable.”

There was a murmur of agreement from Eric’s entourage and then Nari and I were put to work. The filming took place in a large workroom that had been made to look like a ballet studio. There was dance flooring, wall-mounted mirrors and ballet barres. Nari and I went in first. The film crew went in second, followed by Eric and his wealthy investors. Nari and I were told to go stand over by the ballet barres and then the cameras were pointed at us.

“You guys look great,” Eric assured us as the filing started, “We’re going to set the mood by having you do some stretches at the barre and then some floor stretches. Just ignore everybody watching you and pretend you’re in dance class.”

Ignoring Eric and everybody with him would have been easier if Eric wasn’t constantly calling out instructions for Nari and me to follow. I knew precisely how to perform stretching exercises however, Eric kept micromanaging Nari and me, instructing us to engage in stretches that showed how far apart we could spread our legs and put our buttocks indecently on display.

That was what Eric referred to as Stage One of the video. Stage Two involved Nari and I kissing and engaging in heavy petting.

At first, I felt distressed and embarrassed, knowing that dozens of strangers were watching while Nari kissed me and fondled my almost-naked body. It felt awkward and indecent as Nari and I were treated like sex objects. Nari was a great kisser and his mouth felt delicious on mine, however, I had trouble melting into the kiss with approximately thirty or forty people watching us.

Then, at some point, Nari’s hand found itself between my legs and he massaged my cock through the thin, spandex fabric of my thong. My cock responded immediately to Nari’s fingertips. I felt a delicious tingling sensation as Nari stroked the head of my cock through the spandex and caused it to throb and swell. By the time Nari resumed kissing me, my cock was fully erect and straining to escape the confines of my tiny garment. At that point I melted deliciously into the kiss and allowed Nari’s tongue to explore my mouth.

I moaned into Nari’s mouth as we kissed, his mouth and hands were creating delicious sensations in my body, causing my cock to throb and causing me to become feverish with heat. My feelings of embarrassment battled with my feelings of libidinous desire and desire rapidly came out on top.

At some point, Nari pressed his chest against mine. He rubbed up against me, skin against skin. I could feel how warm and feverish he’d become. I could also feel how soft and smooth his skin was. Nari’s entire body was hard, firm muscle, wrapped in soft, deliciously touchable skin. Having him rub his front against mine was making me even more aroused. I’m ostensibly straight, but Nari has a real talent for rousing my libido. It’s like he’s some sort of incubus with the power to seduce straight boys.

At some point, Nari got down on his knees, grabbed the waistband of my dance belt and pulled it down off my hips and down my ankles. There was a tiny voice in the back of my head saying that I shouldn’t be allowing a guy to strip me naked, and I shouldn’t be willing to have sex with him. However, that voice was being drown out by the sound of my heart pounding resoundingly in my chest. And as my erect cock was released from the tiny, spandex garment, it throbbed and begged for attention. That tiny voice in the back of my head would just have to learn to deal with my sexual endeavors.

Nari delicately licked a large dollop of precum off the tip of my cock, and then he stood up and removed his own dance belt. He had a mischievous grin on his boyish face, then he stepped forward and kissed me again.

As we kissed, I could faintly taste the flavor of my own semen on Nari’s tongue. He had worked his tongue into my mouth once again and his tongue mingled with mine. He had one arm wrapped around my waist and one hand cradling the back of my head as we kissed. I held him in my arms and felt my cock grow painfully hard. Nari rubbed his body gently against mine and I let out a soft, feverish moan.

We continued to kiss until I was breathless, and then Nari lowered his face to my chest and his mouth took possession of one of my nipples. I gasped as Nari Nari’s tongue circled the sensitive flesh of my areola. Then he gently grazed my delicate nipple with his teeth before kissing it and blowing on it softly.

Nari was driving me wild with lust, my cock was so hard and erect that it ached. A feverish wave of desire passed through my naked body and my cock throbbed again with hungry spasms.

“Please,” I whispered imploringly, “My cock feels like it’s about to explode.”

“Hush,” Nari whispered softly as he held his naked body close to mine once again, “We can’t rush this. What we do here today will be immortalized forever. We have to build up the sexual tension first.”

It seemed to me that the room was humming with sexual tension already. My body was literally trembling with the stuff, but Nari wanted to make the tension last even longer before either one of us reached the much-desired climax.

“Face that wall and spread your legs,” Nari said softly to me. Nari directed me to face the mirrored wall and rest my hands and elbows on the barre. I was bent over at the waist and made to spread my legs obscenely far apart.

“Keep your legs open,” Nari commanded softly, “I’m going to see if I can get some lube.”

Frozen in the shameful stance, I waited as Nari spoke to the director in hushed tones. In short order, Nari returned with the girl who had applied our makeup. She was wearing a latex glove on one hand, and she had a tube with some sort of lubricant in her other hand. The way I was bent over with my legs spread indecently apart; my anus was an easy target to locate. The makeup artist worked a glob of grease into me and twisted her finger around inside my anus for an inordinate amount of time. She was distressingly thorough.

I’m guessing that the part where the girl oiled up my anus would get edited out of the final cut.

I felt my legs tremble slightly. There were over thirty people watching me as I was totally naked in that shameful stance, waiting to get impaled on Nari’s cock.

“That girl is jealous,” Nari whispered to me as he stood intimately close, “After seeing your calves, your thighs and that butt up close, I’m pretty sure she wishes she could fuck you.”

“She’s a girl,” I whispered back, “She can’t fuck me. She doesn’t have a cock.”

“Oh? Nari countered, “What if she used a strap-on?”

I was about to concede that Nari had a point there, but before I could say anything, I felt Nari’s cock push against me, then came that moment where I felt defeated as I submissively allowed Nari’s cock to invade my body. I felt hands on my hips, pulling me backwards and then Nari’s cock shoved forwards. I gasped as Nari’s impressive organ speared me. I embraced my submissive nature as my tight orifice was violated and forced open.

I whimpered and gripped the wooden barre and Nari shoved himself impossibly deep. It wasn’t Nari’s first time inside of me, however, I still felt utter disbelief that I could take all his cock inside of me. Nari’s cock isn’t small, it’s length and girth are both intimidating and Nari shoved himself inside of me all the way to the hilt before he commenced to slamming his cock back and forth repeatedly down my lubricated passage.

There was that overpowering sensation of being filled and I was suddenly glad the makeup girl had done such a thorough job lubricating my asshole. Nari had stretched my anus open painfully wide and was slamming himself inside of me like a piledriver. My narrow passage was just barely able to accommodate his impressive girth.

“Ughhh, aaahhh” I grunted helplessly as tears welled up in my eyes and the friction of Nari’s cock inside me made me feel overwhelmed, overpowered and helpless. Of course, Nari didn’t just mindlessly skewer me with his throbbing erection. No, as he forced me deliciously open, he also aimed his thrusts directly at my prostate gland, stimulating it and driving me into even greater extremes of sexual desire.

“Aghhhhhh,” I gasped as Nari continued to impale me and thrust himself in and out, causing my blood to heat and an agonizing wave of desire to pass through me. It was humbling to be naked, vulnerable, penetrated by another man’s cock and ridden by him while dozens of people watched, yet somehow the vulnerability and the humiliation were delicious, and my cock throbbed again in hungry spasms as I surrendered my will entirely.

“Oh God, Aaaaaaahh,” Nari exclaimed, he panted and feverishly pumped himself into me, his thrusts became more and more forceful. His sharp thrusts seemed to go deeper and deeper and then he went rigid and let out an inarticulate, passionate scream, his hot fluids erupting inside of me.

When Nari withdrew his cock from my ass, I felt suddenly empty. My legs were shaking, and I felt wobbly. My cock was still painfully erect and throbbing, and I was panting with feverish need and blood was pounding in my ears.

Nari gently placed a hand on my back and told me it was okay to stand up. I rose from my assailable position and looked down at my cock. It was reddened, swollen with blood and larger than I’d ever seen it before. I gasped involuntarily and glanced towards the director and the other spectators. They also looked shocked at how large my cock had become.

My breathing was still labored, my skin was feverish and Nari gently placed one arm around my shoulders and gently wiped some tears away from my face with his other hand, and then he said, “Don’t worry, Sexy, I’ve got you.”

Then he got down on his knees and cupped my scrotum with one hand, lifting my balls slightly, almost as if he were weighing them and he whispered, “So beautiful, I am so lucky.”

Nari surprised me by running his tongue gently across my scrotum. I had never thought that licking a man’s balls could be an erotic thing, however when Nari did it, it caused an erotic tingling sensation that began in my loins and spread across much of my body.

“Uuuuaaaahhhhhh,” I exclaimed mindlessly, and while my body trembled and I tried to understand the sensations I was experiencing, Nari took the tip of my engorged cock into his mouth. His mouth felt moist, warm and welcoming. My cock throbbed vigorously as it was being enveloped and I could tell it wouldn’t take much to make me ejaculate into Nari’s mouth.

“Oh, God,” I exclaimed and grabbed onto the barre for support. My legs went wobbly as all the blood in my body seemed to be pumping through my cock. Nari’s tongue seemed to be caressing the underside of my cock and I squirmed and panted uncontrollably as Nari’s mouth worked his libidinous magic on me.

“Huhhh, aaahhh, Nari, uh, ohhh, aaahhh,” I gasped and panted mindlessly as Nari’s mouth worked my cock in ways that I didn’t think possible. His mouth felt better wrapped around my cock than any woman’s mouth or vagina I had ever thrust myself into.

My naked body squirmed, and I felt profoundly overstimulated. One agonizing wave of desire passed through me, followed by another, and another. I gasped and writhed in feverish response to the things Nari was doing to my hypersensitive cock. My cock throbbed again with hungry spasms as Nari kissed it, licked it and suckled it. The strength of my orgasm built deep inside of my loins, growing in intensity from the deliciously wicked things Nari did to my body…until the wonderous moment that I exploded in his mouth, and it felt as if gallons of my seed erupted from the tip of my cock.

I thrashed my head from side to side and gave out a wild, inarticulate, raw, primitive scream, but the orgasm was more powerful than my screaming, and it overwhelmed me, like a tiny goldfish being overwhelmed by a tsunami. I lost my grip on the barre and my legs buckled. I very nearly collapsed to the ground, but Nari grabbed me before I could hit the floor and he held me close and supported my weight.

I was slick with sweat, but Nari held me, raised me up to a standing position and did not let go. I wrapped my arms around him and panted until my breathing returned to normal. I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my young life with my cock enveloped in Nari’s mouth, and dozens of spectators watching.

They continued to watch as Nari and I stood there, our naked bodies pressed together and for a few seconds I just relaxed into Nari’s arms and didn’t worry about them. My body was filled with post-orgasmic bliss and my best friend was holding me close. For the moment, I was completely content.

_______

My relationship with Nari changed after that. We began to spend a lot more of our free time together and Nari took to calling me by pet names.

“Hey, beautiful,” Nari said cheerfully when I met him and a few friends at a diner frequented by dancers, choreographers and other ballet folk. Nari was sitting there with Darya, Christopher and Kim. There was an empty seat at their table, so I joined them.

“So, Scott,” Christopher said once I was seated, “Opening night is less than a week away. Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted, “I mean, I’ve rehearsed so much I could probably dance my role in my sleep, but, well, this will be my first time performing before a large, paying audience.”

Darya spoke up and said, “Kim is very much nervous. She has butterflies in her stomach.”

“Anything we can do to help?”

“It’s silly,” Kim said, avoiding eye contact, “In the past, every time I’ve ever performed on stage, my parents were there in the audience, well, not my dad, but my mom was always out there. But she just told me she won’t be coming out for opening night.”

“My parents won’t be there either,” Nari explained, “They’ve made it very clear they don’t intend to support any of my endeavors until I stop being gay.”

Kim raised one eyebrow, scrutinized Nari and said, “They do realize that being gay isn’t a temporary thing, don’t they?”

“They got brainwashed by the Faithful Word Baptist Church about four years ago,” Nari explained, “Logical arguments don’t work on them anymore.”

“Ugh,” Darya exclaimed, “Religious fanatics. This is why I am glad I am atheist.”

I had no idea that Nari was estranged from his parent’s. I felt bad for him. To be rejected by your own parents is a heavy burden to bear. My friends seemed to feel the same way. A heavy, unpleasant silence fell over the table for an inordinate amount of time. And I tried to break the silence by saying, “You know what? My mother will be there opening night. If your mothers won’t be there, you can borrow mine.”

The mood at the table immediately lightened and Nari smiled, turned to me and said, “Aren’t you sweet?”

“You’re like family to me,” I said, gesturing with my hands to indicate everyone at the table, “When I explain that to my mother her maternal instincts will kick in.”

I took photos of Kim and Nari with my phone and sent them to my mother along with a text message explaining how their parents wouldn’t be there on opening night. I also added a few sad face emojis when I told her about Nari’s parents disowning him for being gay. When my mother read all that, her sympathetic nature would kick in and she’d want to do everything she could to make Nari’s life less painful.

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Kim and my mother exchanged a number of text messages before opening night. The two of them got along wonderfully. And just as I had hoped; Kim became a lot less nervous about opening night. And my popularity among my fellow dancers improved remarkably. I was celebrated for my kindness and my compassion.

And on the opening night of The Bavarian Hex-Master, my mother flew out to Fairhaven to watch her son perform on stage.

Of course, she was also there to see Kim and Nari perform. All three of us performed flawlessly (You see? All those rehearsals paid off) and the when the stage lights dimmed, those of us who had performed were rewarded with thunderous applause.

Now, if this were a Disney movie, that would probably be the end of my story. The perfect performance, the thunderous applause, big smiles, adoring friends etc. etc.

However, this is not a Disney movie. This is my life, and some interesting things happened at the opening night party after all the dancers vacated the stage.

My mother had fallen under the impression that Nari was my boyfriend. I’m fairly certain that this was Kim’s doing. My mother and Kim had exchanged dozens of text messages before my mother arrived in California, and Nari habitually acted like he was my boyfriend when we were around Kim (and the others as well). Nari was a flirtatious pretty-boy and he flirted with me shamelessly.

It took a while to change out of my costume and get into my formal clothes for the party. By the time I had made it to the opening night party, my mother had already met with Kim and Nari. Nari and my mother were getting along like old friends and one of the first things my mother said to me was, “Nari is adorable. I’d be happy to have him as a son-in-law.”

Wow.

“Scott, your mother is fabulous,” Nari said affectionately, “And I would love to be a part of her family.” This caught me flat-footed and made me very uncomfortable, however, I didn’t want to object too strongly as I didn’t want to appear homophobic again in front of my fellow dancers.

“Oh, Scott I enjoyed watching you on stage,” my mother gushed, “Your dance technique has improved dramatically since you joined the Chandler Theatre.”

“Thanks for noticing,” I said, my head still swimming, “The chorographers really worked us hard. They don’t let up until your performance is perfect.”

“It’s true,” Nari agreed, “And I probably pushed him into doing the kissing scene more than was necessary, but I’m just a perfectionist that way. I wanted to make sure we did it perfectly on stage.”

My mother favored Nari with a playful smile and said, “The two of you made for a very cute couple on stage. When you danced your pas de Deux with my son, that was my favorite part of the evening.”

“And your son was the perfect dance partner,” Nari gushed, “We have great chemistry together. It was a delight to dance with him.”

My mother met a few more of my friends from the corps de ballet, however, none of them captured her attention the way Nari did. She was utterly taken in by his boyish charm and enchanting personality. When the party was over, my mother hugged both Nari and I with equal enthusiasm, then she said, “I look forward to seeing you both this winter.”

That cryptic remark caught me off guard, but my mother slipped into the crowd before I could ask her about it.

“Nari, what was that all about?”

Nari gave me a look of boyish innocence, batted his eyelashes at me and said, “Oh, your mother was so thrilled to here that you were romantically involved with a pretty blonde ballet dancer, she invited us to spend the holidays with her in Westchester County.”

“She what?” I exclaimed.

“She said I was like an early Christmas present,” Nari added, “I think I blushed. Your mom is a real charmer. She heaped so much flattery on my shoulders; I just don’t think I could take any more.”

We went back to Nari’s apartment, and I think I was able to go almost five minutes before I began to complain about the position I had been placed in by Nari.

“You’re going to be staying with my family for Christmas?”

“What? You know I can’t visit my own family over the holidays. Did you really think I should just stay here in Fairhaven, while everybody else goes to visit their family?”

“Thanks to you, my mother thinks that I’m gay,” I accused angrily.

Nari shrugged his shoulders and said, “At least you mother has no problem with you being gay. My mother acts as if I’ve been possessed by demons.”

“But I’m not gay!” I insisted a little too loudly.

Nari raised an eyebrow playfully and replied, “Really? I have a strong recollection of your dick being in my mouth. Did I hallucinate that?”

“That doesn’t count,” I insisted, “Every time I’ve had sex with you, it was on Darya’s orders.”

“Oh, is that a fact?” Nari challenged, “So, there’s no way you’d have sex with me unless Darya coerced you?”

Then, much to my surprise, Nari began to undress. He untied his tie, removed his suitcoat and dumped them both on the couch. Then he took off his shoes and socks.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Proving a point,” Nari replied, “Darya isn’t here right now. There’s just you and me. If you have sex with me now, it’s because you wanted to, not because you were following Darya’s orders.”

Then, when Nari was totally naked, he made his way across the room, pressed his naked body up against mine, nuzzled his face against mine and said, “I’m going to my room. You can join me, or you can go home. The choice is entirely up to you.”

Yeah.

The choice was mine.

Mulling it over in my head, I became acutely aware of the fact that Nari was a very attractive young man.

Nari was boyishly cute with a slender waist, sculpted abs, sculpted thighs, sculpted calves and a perfectly shaped ass. He was basically Julian MacKay with sunflower blonde hair. And then Nari turned his back to me and smacked his ass hard enough to leave a visible handprint on the pale skin of his right buttock.

That red handprint was like a flashing neon sign, drawing my gaze to Nari’s ass and refusing to let me look away. It was like I was under a spell, and I had no choice but to stare at Nari’s naked backside as he walked gracefully away from me.

I swear, it’s like his ass was beckoning me.

I briefly considered just going back to my apartment. It would be easy to do, my apartment was just down the hall. It would only take me a few seconds to walk there.

On the other hand.

Even though I had been compelled to have sex with Nari in the past, it wasn’t as if the experience was entirely unenjoyable. I mean, on an emotional level it was somewhat traumatizing. As an ostensibly straight guy it took me outside of my comfort zone to have sex with another man. However, Nari had skills. He knew how to do things to my body. He could stimulate me in ways that I hadn’t even thought possible before.

I finally decided that I was going to allow myself to be tempted by Nari. I walked softly down the hall and entered Nari’s bedroom. His door was wide open, and he was still stark naked. The handprint on his ass had faded from red to a blush-pink color; however, his ass still looked tempting. Nari was lying on his stomach with his ass slightly raised, as if it were in search of attention. Nari heard me enter, looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Four minutes and fifteen seconds. It was taking you so long to follow me, I was starting to worry I’d lost my sex appeal.”

“Oh wow,” I said softly, “That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.”

Nari wrapped his arms around me and enveloped me in a comforting embrace. I responded by wrapping my arms around him. I liked the way it felt. Nari was warm, his skin was smooth, and his embrace was comforting.

I wasn’t sure what I should be doing or saying at this moment, so I continued to hold Nari, and I said, “You’re a good friend.”

“So, it’s okay with you if I come up to Westchester for the holidays?”

“It’s fine,” I said.

“Is it okay if I flirt with you in front of your mom and kiss you under the mistletoe?”

“I guess so,” I replied, “My mom will probably think that it’s cute.”

“You are a sweetheart,” Nari proclaimed with youthful enthusiasm, and next thing I knew he was kissing me on the mouth.

After that, Nari insisted that I was wearing far too many clothes and he began to undress me. His hands worked quickly and within seconds clothes were scattered all over the floor and I was down to nothing but my bikini briefs. Nari hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. My cock was immediately hard and Nari smiled as he gazed at my erection.

“As a gay boy I know secrets about the male anatomy a lot of straight boys don’t know. There are things I could teach you, things that would make orgasms more enjoyable.”

“We’re both male,” I insisted as Nari knelt before me, “I don’t see why being gay should give you an advantage over understanding the male anatomy.”

“You don’t, huh?” Nari said, looking up at me with a cute, boyish grin, “Well, dear, you’re in for a treat. Tonight, I’m gonna teach you some of the things I know.”

Nari instructed me to spread my thighs slightly, and then he reached between my legs and pressed his fingertips to my perineum.

I had never much thought about the perineum before. To me it seemed like nothing more than the physical space between a man’s balls and his anus. It didn’t seem as if that part of a man’s body had any real purpose. However, as Nari massaged my perineum with the tips of his talented fingers, I felt a delicious pulsing sensation arising from that area. And that pulsing sensation radiated throughout my loins, made my cock twitch and caused erotic tingles echoed through most of my body.