Ballet Tights

We started being a couple and I was out more and more. We were still very serious about ballet, attending class regularly and adding an advanced beginner class. There were about five guys who showed up regularly and one or two had really nice asses, and though I was going out with Tim, I didn't mind when they took the barre in front of me. A couple of beautiful women tried to flirt with me, and in the past I would have jumped at the chance, because that was a chance to prove I wasn't gay, but now in a class where men and women wore tights, I clearly saw that a beautiful woman with a fit dancer's body didn't arouse me at all and in fact the idea of taking off her tights and 'going down' on her was kind of gross, where I hungrily desired the sexy bulges of the male dancers.

I finally began to meet some of his friends. One night we met for a group dinner at a restaurant in Chelsea, about seven of us. He introduced saying we were going out which thrilled me. Many were dancers or ex dancers and all were quite attractive, and of course, gay. I felt so comfortable and at ease talking with them, laughing, drinking and dining together. I compared that with hanging around my straight post college 'friends' who I was alienated from and whose company I really didn't enjoy. I had quickly drifted away from them, and it really didn't matter. I didn't have to pretend to like women or pretend who I was.

Going back to his place that night, arm and arm, I told him how much I enjoyed being with his friends and how natural it felt to be with other gay men.

A couple of weeks later we went to a 'mixed' party held by a straight women and many straight people were there. We came as a couple and I was introduced as his new boyfriend. I bumped into someone from my office, she was a little confused and surprised at first, but figured it out. A little of the 'old me' rose up in fear, but that quickly vanished.

I looked around and saw Tim socializing and catching up with some friends. His ass looked so nice in the stretch jeans he was wearing I started getting distracted and horny.

As we were talking, he came up and kissed me and asked if I was ready to go.

"It's like you read my mind", I said kissing him back and brushing his ass.

As we walked back to his place, I grew hornier and hornier, and my mind raced over the whirlwind last few months. I had gone to the ballet studio, thinking it was save me from 'gay thoughts', I was frightened and terrified of being gay and convinced I liked women and I was just 'blocked'. Now here I was walking home with my gay lover and I couldn't wait to give him a delicious blow job. As soon as the door shut we hugged.

"I want your cock in me so bad", I whispered while kissing his neck. I knelt down and started to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants and revealing his fully erect cock under his stretch boxer briefs. I showered it with kisses and caressed it with my cheek. I got his pants off and I striped out of the rest of our clothes down to our stretch boxer briefs.

"I love you", I said as we held both hands and stared at each other. I greedily eyed his fully erect cock. He laid back on the bed and started stroking his pecks and abdomen leaving a trail of kisses until I reached his underwear.

"mmm I love your cock so much", I moaned as began to work off his underwear. I started kissing and licking his cock until he got erect then my moistened mouth went over his head and I started to caress it with my tongue. I kissed it up and down and lubricated it with my saliva and deep throated him. I licked his balls and then started stroking him with my hands while my mouth covered his head. I felt him twitch and I felt his warm juicy semen in my mouth. I savored the taste and we drifted off to sleep.

One day, we were at home practicing ballet and stretching. We were both in tights, dance belt tee shirts and slippers. He answered the door. It was his neighbor a very pretty young woman, she looked at us and giggled a little and suddenly out of nowhere after these months I felt shame and even tried to hide myself and sheepishly came forward when Tim introduced me. She apologized for interrupting and asked to borrow something from the kitchen.

After she left he asked me what was wrong. I was honest and told him how I felt, but that I didn't like to feel that way and wanted to fully accept myself.

"Do you feel fully gay and out?", he asked.

I said I am not out to everyone but everyone in my current life knew I was gay.

"Well maybe we should make it formal", he said.

I asked him what he meant, and he asked me to trust him. First he said, I needed to experience some other men; I objected and said I wanted to be with him and he said we will be exclusive but only after what he called the 'initiation'. I again asked him what it entailed and he looked at me and asked if I trusted him and I said yes.

After the initiation, any doubts and regrets or second thoughts about being gay will wash away, it will feel completely natural, you just need a formal ceremony. He explained the group of friends I had met also were part of secret club kind of like a fraternity or secret society but for gay men. But to become a member I had to go through a ritual.

"I have been wondering for months if you're ready or if you'll ever be ready", he said, "and when you met my friends they all sized you up too. They are all members. All of them think you would be a great member".

This seemed a little odd to me but the idea was tantalizing and I enthusiastically said I wanted to join.

The initiation ceremony was set for four weeks away. During that time I was given materials to read and affirmations to say in the mirror first thing on waking and last thing before I went to bed.

I was amazed how the simple exercise of looking into the mirror and saying "I am gay" felt so empowering and freeing, and I realized how much repression and internalized homophobia I still had.

I was required to write out essays explaining my repression and transformation, and would be required to answer questions about my sexuality during the ceremony. He said the society was sworn to secrecy and nothing about the initiation or meetings was every shared and he wouldn't even share them with me until I was a member. Every time I asked him when that would be he would just say "soon".

One Friday evening, I headed over to his apartment, after we kissed he just said "it's time", and that an uber was waiting for us.

We road to a building in west Chelsea. It looked like it contained spacious loft apartments. When I asked where we were, he only replied "no talking from here". He left me in a small dimly lit room and closed the door. I looked around and laid out on a small table were neatly folded set of clothing. I knew immediately that I was to get into them.

I stripped out of my clothes and put them to the side. There was a white 'poet' tunic that fit me perfectly, white tights, a stretch sash, white ballet slippers, all of which I was familiar with -- but something new -- a white velvet cape, which felt soft and erotic as I draped it over my shoulders.

After a few minutes the door opened, and I stepped out into the hall. It was now lit by a path of candles, which I followed, turning a corner I could see another room that was lit by candlelight and turned towards it. I stopped at the threshold, and heard a voice I was not familiar with say "Enter".

The room was only lit by candle light and there were eight men standing there, all in hooded velvet cloaks, but they were all darkly colored in contrast to my white one. I could not make out who they were because of the hoods.

"Come forward", a voice said. "Stop", it again said after I took a couple of steps.

"Tonight you are going to be initiated into our society. You can leave now if you want but if you stay you must consent to everything we do and ask of you. Do you wish to stay", he said.

I replied yes.

"After this night, you will be any doubts, guilt of misgivings you have about being gay will completely disappear, and you will find yourself outing yourself to the remaining people you fear even if you don't want to now', he said. I admit when he said the part about outing there was some hesitation and fear on my part.

"The ritual will begin shortly, there is no turning back once you begin. If you leave now you can still live how you want and this will all be forgotten", he said.

There were some moments of silence, perhaps to make me think about it but after what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few minutes someone stepped forward and spoke.

It was a man in a green velvet robe, though it covered his full body I could see from the that his legs were covered in tights.

He spoke quietly but firmly: "Do you wish to join our society."

"Yes", I replied.

Someone came forward with a tray and a drink which looked like a glass of red wine. I took it and drank it while I heard them saying some ritual phrases. Though it was wine it had something else in it I immediately felt super aware, yet relaxed, yet aroused, yet calm and warm.

For twenty a so minutes I repeated the phrases they told me, mostly about always loving who we are, our sexuality and that we will always be loyal to each other. By now the 'wine' or whatever it was really kicking in and I felt like was in a fantasy dream land yet I knew it was reality.

Finally after the last phrase, the leader told me to get on my knees. I dutifully obeyed. The man to the furthest left stepped forward and stood in front of me, opening his velvet cloak and revealing that he was wearing fawn colored velvet tights. He stepped forward so his bulge was in my face, and I knew what I had to do. I started kissing his velvet covered cock and stroking his legs as his erection slowly grew. I pulled down his tights revealing his fully erect cock (I knew immediately it was not Tim's!). I moistened his head and slowly started to suck him off.

His cock was larger than Tim's and deep throating was a little bit of a challenge but finally he shot his load. I heard a voice saying you must swallow everything and not waste a drop which I dutifully obeyed. I was a bit tired and panting as I felt his warm semen going down my throat, when I looked up and there was another man in front of me this time in green velvet tights. I again sucked him off and was even tireder, when again a third man came in front of me with burgundy tights. Each man's cum tasted a little different and each cock was a different size and shape but each had incredibly large loads of semen as if they had not ejaculated in awhile. I later learned that they saved it for these ceremonies.

I gave one more man a blow job (black velvet tights) and voice said that was the last and by this time I was very tired and almost collapsed on the floor but two men caught me and before I knew it four were carrying me down the hall.

They brought me into a room with a large sumptuous bed and laid me down in it but two men kept holding my arms and positioned me on the bed. A cloaked figure walked in and pulled his hood down, he was a dancer I had met before. He went between my legs and kissed me on the lips.

"Welcome", he said as he kissed me. He then grabbed the waistband of my tights. "Its time for the white tights of virginity to come off and fully initiate you", he said as he slid them off.

He pulled his tights down, revealing a fully erect cock and he went in-between my legs, and I felt his finger massage my ass with warm oil and dabbed some on his cock and penetrated me. I immediately began to moan with pleasure as he first slowly started to pump me but started driving harder and faster as I bucked and moaned with pleasure. He finally gave three hard thrusts and I felt his warm juice in my ass.

I was exhausted and panting and sweating and before I knew it another member relubed me and started fucking me again. I had an internal all body orgasm at the same time he thrusts his final load into me. I felt tired and worn out and orgasmed out but a third man came this time with a wide, thick cock who thrusted hard and violently and between the drink and repeated arousal I again went into went into another orgasm, even more intense than before.

Finally a fourth man came and he had the biggest thickest dick of all. He started slow and also would move my hips in ways I wouldn't even think of but made me get even more stimulated. Several times he brought me to the point of orgasm and backed off. Then finally he spread my legs and put them over his shoulders penetrating even deeper. He slowly went deeper and deeper then built up speed as I began to pant and buck wildly, finally I let out a wild, passionate scream and had a mind bending orgasm that I can't describe -- it was more than anything I ever had and its like I felt my whole brain rewiring in a split second. As I passed out from the ecstasy I heard "the ritual is complete".