Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 10:20:11 +1000 From: Paul Hart Subject: My Ballet Troupe Part 3 My Ballet Troupe Part 3 Surrounded by lovely boys, often dressed in the sexiest of frilly silks I suppose I rather took things for granted, casual masturbation in the dressing room was easily available - and I loved it...often it was practised while the participants still wore their long-sleeved gloves from on stage, looking down at my penis I'd see a slender arm encased in satin rising and falling to pleasure me, an upward glance would reveal a beautiful face, eyes wide with desire and a sultry smile that said.."Let's enjoy each other - I think you're pretty too", if it were one of my regular friends I'd maybe suck his penis - my head bobbing daintily between his slender thighs. The girls had their own dressing room but on stage...there was no way we could distinguish between the sexes, which is what led to my confusion. Late one evening I was making my way down the corridor, motion within an adjoining room caught my eye, I paused out of curiosity and there was Mr Lawrence our Principal Dancer hips moving in a slow rhythm, he was clutching the waist of some figure bent over a table. Now, I'd heard of the sex act...and new what it involved so fully expected his partner to be one of the older girls...but the position seemed all wrong and peering intently the truth hit me...Mr Lawrence was having intercourse with...one of the older boys! Yes, I could just glimpse the firm buttocks and briefly I could make out a penis probing in and out between the cheeks...just then Mr Lawrence turned and saw me. Not missing a stroke, he merely smiled, then put a finger to his lips...it was enough, I grinned at him and hurried on my way. Briefly, I wondered what Madame would make of this...or the routine acts in her dressing room...then realised that...she must know, of course she had to know..and Mr Lawrence probably knew too, so obviously they didn't mind. I thought about this and could see how the situation could be to Madame's advantage...it would make for a very close-knit community...and this meant that probably the girls too were, well I wasn't sure what they'd do with each other. What I'd seen certainly made sense to me now, it explained my fascination for those ripe buttocks so casually flaunted, I'd loved fondling them even as I held the boy's penis, and now a whole new horizon had appeared...boys with lovely bottoms were all round me...but what to do about it? A couple of days later I stumbled upon them, almost literally. Lying tucked away was a fair haired older boy, naked from the waist down, leaning back on his elbows, he looked up at me with a gloating grin - and I recognised him as the visitor, the one whom Mr Lawrence had bent over that table. The reason for his gloating grin became obvious, a dark haired imp turned his head away from the boy's lap to give me a sultry smile...the object of his attention had been the long thin penis dripping with saliva...I nodded politely as one did in that place and moved on, but I couldn't get that scene out of my mind, or the previous scenario. My turn came sooner than expected because next day after full dress rehearsals, I'd just cleansed the make up from my face and was bending to examine the result, when I thrilled to the feel of a hand exploring my buttocks...I knew that they were exposed because having removed my tights the tutu hid nothing! Which was of course intentional on my part, I enjoyed being groped. In the mirror I glimpsed my admirer - it was that fair haired youth with the delicate features and sulky lips, "Mmmmm you certainly feel good...how about some fun...something like....well, wait and see....but you really are pretty...so - want to give it a try?" Having my buttocks fondled by another boy had the desired effect, I began to stiffen, sensing this he felt round in front between my legs.."You don't have to come with me...we can just do this if you like..." I made up my mind, I could guess where we'd be going! So I nodded and with a husky voice told him it would be fine by me...and I'd give it a try! Sure enough, he led me to the same room I'd seen them in, he had a key probably provided by Mr Lawrence, this time he shut the door behind us. He was carrying something...then I recognised it as a jar of that cleansing cream we all used to remove make up...I wondered why. He paused and examined me consideringly "So, it's to be your first time is it? You know what I want to do with you, don't you? Anything else would be a waste...just look at those lovely legs, and your beautiful bottom...I'll use the stuff in this jar to get you ready..or do you want us to fool around a bit first?" I answered that I was feeling randy enough already, in fact I was feeling rather excited...he could go ahead whenever he wanted. That was it, I felt fingers at my rear and first one then a couple more were slid up inside, I felt my hole being stretched and realised, he was using that cream, it was soothing and at the same time sexy. Eventually he was satisfied and told me we were ready, glancing round I saw his long this penis erect and pressed flat against his tummy telling me to relax, he bent me over the table. I felt him prodding between my cheeks and tried to relax as I'd been told then it changed, I was being stretched and stretched as never before, it stung and I said so. He paused then must have twisted while pushing it in because the burning eased and instead, I had this lovely full feeling - I could feel it moving up inside me. "There, gorgeous...I'm all the way in, how's it feel now?" I'd caught my breath by then and told him I wasn't sure...it had hurt a bit but now, it was a funny sort of hurting...and exciting too...did he want to start? Yes, he certainly did want to start but was gentle and methodical...obviously Mr Lawrence had set a good examle....I started to feel dreamy because of the way he rocked my body to and fro...I decided I liked it...yes, it was certainly very nice and another thing that got to me was...I'd made him so excited, I could actually hear him panting..perhaps I enjoyed that bit the most? It was hard to say, but he was clutching my hips so very tight, he was muttering too "God you're lovely...so tight...and so beautiful...can't get over your legs...smooth, lovely shape...you're an angel...don't want to cum yet...need to make it last...enjoy you properly" My erection had gone down when he entered me but now it was sort of up again, maybe it was his words, I don't know but whatever it was I felt myself shudder...and a tiny trickle came from my penis...he sensed it and exclaimed "Oh well done....you can have as many of those as you like this way...." It was strange because I hadn't cum the way I did when masturbating or even being sucked...this was something new...and I told him so. "Oh yes, it does feel very different doing this and you're lucky, you really enjoy it...you'll enjoy doing it to someone else too...now there's Cyril, he's the kid you saw me with - he sucks beautifully and loves doing it, he loves this too and I know he'll let you try doing him...do you fancy him at all?" I said yes, I'd always enjoyed watching him in the dressing room and thought him rather attractive...would he really let me...?" "Oh yes, he'll let you...so long as you keep telling him how pretty he is but don't ever forget to use that cream stuff...now...I think I'm about to cum...shouldn't have been talking about it...ready my darling?" His voice was trembling and he was short of breath, then he began to shudder, and kept on, as he plunged in and out of me I noticed a change, a slippery warmth and a squelching sound. "Oh God, I've cum inside you and it's now everywhere but wow that was lovely.....what a first time....fantastic!" I returned to the dressing room, as if nothing had happened, I didn't get away with it. Someone's beady eye detected it, the stream of fluid running down the back of one thigh "Hey, someone must like you - an awful lot..." I didn't care!