Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2013 19:21:51 -0500 From: Ian Robertson Subject: Dance Belt This story contains a sexual act involving male minors. If you should not be reading this or will take offense to such a theme, please do not read further. This story, while inspired by real events, is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, dead or alive, is purely coincidental. By reading this story, you agree that you are of legal age in your location, and you are not breaking the laws of your country. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2013. Please support Nifty with a nice contribution. This is my first attempt at writing a story for Nifty; I hope you enjoy! Michael and John were getting dressed for their first gymnastics class of the season. They were the only boys in their tween age group; the rest of the class was all girls. They had been friends for years, an this would be their third year taking gymnastics together. As an older male student, Chad came in to check on them and give them any guidance they might need. They admired and looked up to Chad; he was sixteen to their eleven or twelve. He had always been like a big brother to them, and didn't talk down to them like most of the other adults did. They weren't sure about their new dance belts, so Chad explained the necessity for them to wear them now that they were no longer little boys. They still seemed unsure, so he told them to examine his dance belt. He peeled off his t-shirt as they approached so that they could see better. They were impressed with his trim, muscular chest; a nice six-pack led to his waist. He peeled down the waist of his tights over one hip to reveal the flat waistband of his dance belt beneath. "See, this is how you wear it," he told them. Michael said, "Oh, it's like the jockstraps they wear in sports." Chad told him, "Kind of, but they wear the jock differently from how we wear the dance belt." The boys slowly nodded their heads but then had to get ready for class. After class, as they were getting back into their street clothes, John asked Michael what the difference between was between a dance belt and a jock. Michael said he still wasn't sure; maybe they could get Chad to tell them. Next time, the boys met Chad just as he was entering the changing room. Once they were inside, John nervously asked the question. Chad grinned at him reassuringly and said that it was a good question. "Let me show you," he said. Then he opened his locker, and started kicking off his shoes while unbuttoning his shirt . The boys' lockers were all in one row, so John and Michael sat on the bench and watched, fascinated as their mentor started to strip. With his shoes off, he next unbuckled his belt, then pulled out his shirttail and took off his shirt. His muscled torso rippled beneath his t-shirt while he hung his shirt on a hanger. Then, pretending not to notice he had an audience, he released the snap and unzipped his jeans before sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them, leaving him standing in t-shirt, briefs, and socks before them. The boys continued to stare while he folded his jeans and placed them in his locker. Not many guys they knew wore briefs, and no one who looked as good in them as Chad. Then, as before, he pulled his t-shirt off, over his head. Their eyes focused on his briefs, which they saw had a nice bulge in the front. He smiled as he turned to face them. "I don't have a jock here to show you right now, but these will do" he said, motioning to his jockeys. He then explained how the jock held their stuff down, much like his briefs were doing. He motioned them towards him. "Here, look and see." John and Michael seemed mesmerized as they both stepped closer. As they did so, Chad pulled out the waistband of his briefs so they could see. Standing close to him, each boy bent his head forward to look down into the older boy's underwear. They could see his pubes and the base of his cock; the shaft of which then curved down and disappeared from view. "See?" Chad asked. "My dick is tucked and held down, and my balls are kept snug underneath. That's the same way a jock works, except that it has straps in back." He released the elastic in front as he turned part way around to motion across his butt cheeks. "I'll bring one to show you next time." The boys were still looking at his jockeys when he turned back to his locker and told them they had better start getting ready. John and Michael reluctantly went to their own lockers and started changing for class. Chad had definitely given them a lot to think about! At the next meeting, Michael and John were already in the boys locker room when Chad came in. From their excited, expectant faces, he knew they remembered his promise from last time, and he was ready! Both boys readily followed him to his locker, where he once again kicked off his shoes and started to undress. This time, as his jeans slid down, they could see he wasn't wearing his usual briefs. While they couldn't yet see clearly thanks to his t-shirt, they did get flashes of his butt as he pulled his jeans off. Knowing they were watching, Chad might have taken just a bit longer to fold and put away his jeans before reaching for his t-shirt. The boys held their breath as he grasped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, once again revealing his trim, muscular torso . . . and the jockstrap he was wearing. He turned partly away from them as he finished removing his t-shirt, giving them a clear view of his exposed butt below the wide waistband of the jock. "See the straps I told you about?" Chad asked, still facing away from them. "Where do they go?" asked Michael. "Between his legs, dummy!" retorted John. "Well duh, I can see that!" his friend shot back, "But what do they do?" Chad stepped back and spread his legs, and told Michael to see for himself. Michael bent down to see, then decided it would be easier to kneel. He looked up between Chad's legs and saw how the two straps attached to the bottom of the fabric that formed the pouch that held Chad's dick and balls. He also saw a few hairs sticking out from beneath the point where the straps and pouch met. "Let me see" said John, joining Michael on his knees. Chad held the pose while Michael let John take his place. After both boys had gotten to look, Chad turned back around to face them. Michael had returned to the bench, while John was still on his knees. Chad noticed both boys' eyes were still on his jock-clad crotch, and he chubbed a little at the thought. He described again how the jock was worn with the dick tucked down, holding things secure. As he did so, he eased closer to John, whose face was about level with the jock. Without thinking, the boy reached up and touched the pouch, feeling the firmness beneath the fabric. After a moment, Chad told him to feel how the pouch held his balls snug. John moved his hand down between Chad's legs, gently squeezing to feel the contents of the pouch. He was enthralled with the older boy's body; he'd never been able to look at an older guy's body so closely before. So this is what they had talked about in health class! After what seemed to John like way too short a time, Chad moved over so that Michael could have a try as well. His hand took the place of John's between Chad's legs, gently manipulating the fabric of the jock pouch to feel what lay beneath. As John watched, his friend slowly worked his hand up the front of the pouch, which seemed to him to be perhaps a bit bigger than when they had first seen it. Michael cupped his hand across the front of the pouch, feeling the firm shape of Chad's shaft contained inside. He rubbed it slowly a few times, but was stopped by the ringing of the bell for the start of warmups. Sighing, all three of them resumed getting ready for class. They could hardly wait until next time! When next time rolled around, Michael and John once again were eagerly awaiting the arrival of their mentor. They had decided to come early just so they could be already changed; they didn't want to have to waste time changing after the older boy arrived. Chad saw them and grinned as he crossed over to his locker. They watched with anticipation as he started to undress. But when he dropped his jeans, they were surprised and a bit disappointed to discover that he was wearing boxers just like they usually wore. "You can't wear those under your tights!" said Michael. "Yeah," added John, "Ms. Leonine told us we couldn't at this level. We had to have a dance belt." Chad grinned again as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Then, as he folded it away, he told them that today he was wearing a dance belt too. "See?" he asked as he pushed the boxers down his thighs. Then he stepped out of them and stood in front of John and Michael, wearing nothing more than white socks and dance belt. "I don't normally wear a white one, but I brought it today because it's easier to see how it fits," he told them. He turned away from them as he said this, and gave the boys a virtually unrestricted view of his firm buttocks. "You see how it's different from the jock?" he asked. Michael and John nodded. "There's no straps," said John. "Not straps," replied Chad, "just strap." So saying, he grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and spread his legs, exposing the thong strap running up his crack. "This way, there's no lines showing through your tights." He gave the boys a few moments to study the thong, and then released his hands as he turned to face them. "See anything else different?" He held the pose while John and Michael considered. From this side, the dance belt looked pretty much like the jock strap he modeled for them last time. They had both liked that. "Give us a hint!" coaxed Michael. "Okay," Chad answered. "I know it looks the same in front, but it's not just the belt. Take a closer look." The boys approached and looked. Michael bent down so close that his face was mere inches from Chad's crotch. Beside him, John knelt to get a better view. "Show us the back again!" John suggested. Obligingly, Chad turned and showed them his butt. Like before, it was John again who reached first, tracing the thong strap with a finger as it divided Chad's buttocks. Chad spread his legs as John's hand went between them, feeling the place where the thong strap merged with the bottom of the pouch. Then the bell rang, calling them to begin warmups. "Meet you afterwards!" called Chad as the boys went out. He knew that their session would end earlier than usual today because their instructor had an appointment. He timed his workout routine to finish around the same time as their class, and entered the locker room while they were changing into their street clothes. They saw his t-shirt was damp with sweat, and they slowed down to watch as he pulled it off. They slowed down even more when he began to peel off his tights. He took his time as they watched, knowing that they had some extra time and wanting to prolong the experience. Once again the boys got a good look at his butt as he pushed the tights down his thighs. Then, succumbing to practicality, he sat on the bench to finish the job, finally extricating his feet from the sheer material. He paused for a moment, setting the tights aside and reaching for a towel, then turned to face them. They could see the sheen of perspiration on his skin, and he blotted his face before speaking. "All right, you guys ready to tell me the difference between a jock and a dance belt?" "Can you show us again?" Michael asked. "The bell rang before I got to look." Chad nodded and stood facing away from them again, and this time it was Michael's hand tracing the thong between his cheeks and down between his legs. Unlike when John did it, Chad's skin was moist with sweat, and the fabric of the dance belt was damp too. Chad spread his legs to give Michael's hand more room as Michael knelt and reached further and began to investigate the bottom of the pouch. The younger boy remembered how the jock felt last time, when he had gently squeezed Chad's ball sack inside the pouch. He was puzzled because it felt different this time. He told John that it felt different, and then Chad felt one hand get replaced by another. John too was puzzled. "Turn around!" he demanded as he withdrew his hand. Both boys stayed close as Chad turned to face them once again, and as he spread his legs both boys reached for the space between his sweaty thighs. Both hands felt the point at the bottom of the pouch where it met the thong. Then they started working their way up. Both boys had their hands on Chad's pouch when they realized that Chad's stuff wasn't where it had been in the jock. Michael said, "It's not tucked under." As he said this he ran his fingers up the bulge in the front of the pouch. John followed suit, feeling the firmness that went up instead of down. "You got it" Chad agreed. "That's the big difference with a dance belt. You pull your balls and dick up, so they don't get squeezed between your legs." Michael had cupped his hand over the vertical part of the bulge and was slowly feeling its length, while John's hand was lower, following the thong between Chad's legs. Michael giggled, "What happens if you get a boner?" John snickered too, "Yeah?" "That's when a dance belt is a lot better than a jock," Chad replied, "It doesn't hurt like it does if you get hard in a jock." Both boys were now focused on the front of Chad's pouch. The damp fabric of Chad's dance belt clung snugly to his anatomy. John pushed his hand up the height of the bulge, and felt the warmth beneath Michaels' cupped hand. "Let's see," Michael challenged. John shot him a meaningful glance, and both boys grinned as Michael's rubbing became more purposeful. John moved his hand below Michael's and felt the mass of Chad's balls at the base of his shaft. He gently massaged them while Michael focused on the top part of the bulge. Although this had started out as just some friendly coaching for a couple of younger students, Chad was enjoying the attention. There might be more to this lesson than he'd planned. Soon the boys' efforts were rewarded as he began to harden inside the pouch of his dance belt. They noticed the growing firmness and stepped up their efforts. After another minute or so, Chad felt like he was harder than he could ever remember. Still stroking the front of the pouch, Michael could feel the growing length of the older boy's shaft, and it felt like it was getter bigger around too. It felt warm and hard under his fingers, but was still contained in the confines of the dance belt pouch. "Is he hard yet?" John asked. "I think so," Michael responded, still working the bulge, which now reached nearly to the top of the pouch. "Let me see!" John said, and reached for the upper end of the bulge. He pushed Michael's hand out of the way, and felt the firm pouch. For a few moments he stroked it as Michael had, savoring the experience. He glanced up at Chad's face, and saw their mentor's eyes closed and not watching them at all. He glanced over at Michael as continued the stroking, and then his hand began to move a little higher on each stroke, the fingertips brushing over the waistband of the belt while his palm cupped the top of the bulge in the pouch. Michael joined in, his hand below John's as they stroked in tandem. As John's hand moved up, Michael moved his up too; each time going a little higher. Soon, Michael's hand was back where it had been before, while John's had moved up to the the waistband of the belt, his fingertips running up Chad's belly at the top of each stroke. They kept this up for maybe a half a minute, before John's palm began to nudge downward on the waistband of the dance belt at the bottom of each stroke. He began trying to work the front of the waistband down, but it would only go so far; it was getting caught on Chad's stiff member inside the pouch. Michael kept up his stroking, while John started making small circular motions on Chad's belly. Then he stood next to Chad so that instead of his palm rubbing across the waist band of the dance belt, his fingers were there. On the bottom of each circle, John's fingers pushed at the waist band. At first, nothing happened; it was still stuck. But then he decided on a different tactic. The next time around, he tried to push a fingertip beneath Chad's waist band. It caught on the edge of the elastic as he moved his hand across. Then, as his hand came around again, Chad sucked in his belly, and John's fingertips slipped under the waist band. He wasn't prepared for such an easy victory, and his hand continued the circular motion and his fingers were out again almost before he knew what had happened. But as his hand came around again, John felt Chad suck in his belly once more, and this time he pushed his fingers under the waist band and into the pouch. Chad felt the younger boy's hand slip beneath the dance belt and find his cock. "Yes," he whispered. While Michael stroked Chad's shaft through the fabric of the pouch, John's hand inside slipped over the tip and wrapped around the head. John felt the hot flare of Chad's helmet; it felt huge compared to his. Then Michael reached up and grabbed the waistband with both hands and pulled it down, freeing Chad's cock with John's hand wrapped around it. Freed from the confines of the dance belt, it jutted out at an angle. Now both boys had their hands on it, and began to stroke again. Chad felt one of them trying to pull the front of the dance belt lower to free his balls, and he moved his hands to his hips to push the waist band down. It slid over his glutes, taking the the thong strap with it, and the dance belt fell to his knees. Chad stood there, hands on his hips, as John and Michael jacked his cock. He whispered encouragements to them, and felt the irresistible urge begin to build. He ran his fingers through their hair and began thrusting his hips as they drew him closer and closer to climax. Then it was all he could do not to cry out as it hit him. His cock erupted with a blast and he spurted his jizz across the locker room floor. After several more spurts, and breathing heavily, Chad reached down and stilled the hands of the younger boys, who were still stroking his now too-sensitive cock. "Wow!" John exclaimed. "Yeah," Michael added, "That was rad!" Chad smiled, hugged both boys to him, and said, "You guys are great!" After a moment, Chad released them and reached for his towel. Michael and John watched Chad's dick soften as he toweled off and then got dressed. Then they helped him wipe up the mess on the floor. And then it was time to go. But they couldn't wait 'til next time!