Chapter One-Friendship
It was the first day of class at school the most prestigious dance school in the country and we were all nervous. After studying dance at college for 3 years I knew this was the entry point into major dance companies and I was ready for the challenge. The one year finishing course at Declan School of Dance was rated as the most difficult in the world. If you could survive the year, your career was set. Even getting in here was a huge accomplishment. The best dancers from across the country applied here and acceptance was very Low. The class sizes were about 15-20 dancers. The competition here was intense and all of us had been at the top of our field for most of our lives until now.
At 21 years of age we were starting all over again and all vying for the principal dance spot. That was the main goal, the pinnacle achievement and dream of every dancer. We had an idea of what we were up against. Chris Stephens was the best dancer in the country and had amazing stage presence. He was supposed to be a bit of a Prima Donna, who kept to himself and was merciless if you made mistakes around him. He was a relentless force in practice pushing everyone around and challenging people to keep up and no one could. . His fitness was legendary and he had legs that looked like they were carved by Michelangelo. Thick, muscles thighs that were defined and striated with insane definition. Tight powerful calves that were sculpted like diamonds and a symmetry to his torso that was rumored to be like a Greek statue. Perfect proportions and amazing definition in his musculature. I also heard that he has a great ass and a beautiful bulge. Yes we noticed that too! All dancers checked each other out. Gay or not, it was hard not to see the prominent bulge created by our dance belts. His apparently was larger than most.
I wanted to meet him and get to know him. My theory was if you want to be the best hang with the best. Our instructor was legendary. He was incredibly handsome, tall, powerfully built for a dancer with steely blue eyes, silver hair and a dance style that was intense and powerful. He suffered no fools, trained like a demon and expected the same if not more from all of his students. I looked around to see if I could spot Chris and there he was to my left, warning up his toes and legs. He was dressed in black tights, white leg warmers and a white t shirt. We all were, standard training uniform, except there was nothing standard about those legs. Holy shit he looked like a football player. His thighs were think dense and striated like fine marble and looked like they were going to explode out of his tights. His bulge was beautiful, nice full round balls and his cock thick and straight up, pointing at his firm belly. I hadn't come out yet, but hoped to here. It was as good a place as any, as the sexual exploits were legendary here, just like like any college campus, except here I was surrounded by beautiful men with ballet bodies, carved sinewy legs, and those bulges. Endless bulges surrounding me and at times literally in my face.
Chris had a nice face, soft eyes, and wavy brown hair. He was my height, about 5 9 but seemed bigger somehow. The door swung open and in walked the legend, Jean Paul Verviers, our instructor. He was wearing black tights and a white sweater with a colorful scarf around his neck. He walked in and the room shrank.
"I see one boy warming up, are the rest of you so good that you can afford to stand here like peacocks, " he said his voice booming throughout the the room.
He looked at Chris as he said this and gave him a look that was so commanding, it was like he owned everything and everyone in the room.
"Today we will have a guest before we begin. The Dean would like to speak with you all."
The Dean of the school was incredible and a living legend in the dance world. One of the worlds greatest dancers, he was rumored to still be able to dance at a high level even though he was in his 60's. "Gentlemen, I present Paul Declan, your Dean and founder of the school and the reason we are here."
Paul walked in dressed for a run, wearing incredible small and tight Lululemon running shorts and a running singlet that showed every inch of his amazing physique. He had soft grey, white down all over his legs and chest and like Jean Paul, silver hair that was wavy and wild in a way. Not what I expected. He veritably prowled around us, telling us about himself and the school, walking around looking at us with what I knew to be lust. He stopped in front of me and looked me up head to toe, then smiling said,
"Dance is life. It is everything that matters. Art makes the world shine with beauty. If you don't believe that, you should ask yourself why you are here. Actually you won't have to ask, you simply won't last. I will demand every inch of you and if you can't give it, you will be asked to leave."
He stopped in front of Chris as he said this and looked at Chris legs for a long time and I'm sure drank in every curve of his beautiful bulge.
"I will be watching you and working hand in hand with Jean Paul to ensure your success."
He put his hand on Chris' shoulder and looking around at all of us, said,
"Dance like you love and you will set the world on fire", and he turned and looked deep into chris eyes. Chris blushing smiled and looked down.
He turned and said
"I'm off for my run, gentleman work hard and dance with passion!"
He left and the room seemed hotter, warm with sweat I felt my cock straining against my dance belt. I looked at Chris and saw that he too was straining the fabric of his belt. I smiled inside
If Chris was gay this just got a whole lot better. I could definitely get into making love with him. He was so beautiful
Apparently the Dean and our instructor felt the same way. I looked at Jean Paul and he was undressing Chris with his eyes.
"Okay boys to the barre, warm-up and then we'll begin."
We'll begin was an understatement. It was the most gruelling workout of my career and I was known for my stamina and love of ridiculously hard workouts. This was something beyond what I could have imagined or even thought of. My entire body was drenched in sweat and I was already feeling that distinctive burn that let me know that tomorrow would be a painful day. After our barre workout, he worked us for four hours straight, exercise only, core work, legs, toes, hands shoulders, every single part of our bodies were subjected to the most punishing exercise. For starters-100 jumps, two legs, toes pointed. Then one leg at a time. If I see one of you without a pointed toe, we will start from the beginning.
Well of course you know what happened. Someone fucked up and we had to start over. Thankfully that only happened once.
Then we did crab walks, mountain climbers, burpies and then partner carries, piggy back around the room then over our shoulders then held up in the air, then we switched. When he called partners, I had been keeping close to Chris and quickly caught his eye and mouthed the words partner to him. He smiled and his pretty blue eyes danced as he nodded yes and my cock leaped.
I went first and jumped up on his back that was as taught as iron. He grabbed both of my legs firmly but not aggressively and lifted me higher and closer, my bulge and erect cock right up against his back. I held my breath as he must have felt my warm and firm cock against him. He turned his head and lifted me closer saying
"Put your arms tight around me"
