Evening of a Faun

23-year-old Eric Calder solidified his starry reputation as the première male dancer in the world during his opening night performance of the enthralling new full-length dance created for him, Warrior, based on the myth of Jason and Argonauts. This Metropolitan Ballet Company event took place at New York City’s sold-out City Center.

 Eric was 5’10”, he was possessed of a classic male dancer’s body, his sinewy torso led to a tapered waist. His shaggy brown hair framed his extraordinary face with its chiseled features, sensuous lips and piercing blazing dark eyes. He rarely smiled; his dancing prowess was matched by the intense masculinity he exuded. He had IT, star quality.

 He stood during the tremendous curtain call wearing a gold loincloth, his fantastic abs were exposed, and his tantalizing crotch was sheathed under it in a dance belt. Eric’s penis was as remarkable as the rest of him. It was an extraordinary eight cut flawless pale inches of male flesh capped by an exquisite, ridged head with its prominent slitted tip. His balls were large perfect smooth orbs

 Eric was truly a vision of masculine male beauty with his rippling taut muscles and hard big cock straining in that gold loincloth. The audience basked in his greatness and felt privileged to worship him from afar. With a non-committal facial expression, he bowed once and left the stage.

 He strode backstage past stagehands, other dancers and hangers on. He reached his private star dressing room, opened the door, entered and closed the door. Waiting for Eric on his knees wearing only a black dance belt was the cute thin and toned 18-year-old blond blue-eyed dance student Cal.

 Eric tossed off his gold loincloth and then his black dance belt, he lit up a Marlboro Light. He stood on his powerful legs, sweat dripped from his body, his throbbing cock sprang forward, his balls swayed and dangled.

Cal opened his mouth and took in this god’s manhood. Cal was a proudly submissive gay boy who knew his place, which was to serve men superior to him. Cal’s tongue glided over the glans of Eric’s dickhead, savorining the strands of tangy precum. His tongue licked the shaft down to the base with reverence. He effortlessly had the whole thing down his throat and began deepthroating it with purpose. He then lavished those amazing balls with his mouth and tongue and soon returned to cocksucking.

 Racing with adrenaline from the exhilaration of having given a great performance, Eric required release afterward from a sensual boy. He luxuriated in the profound pleasure of getting his mighty cock sucked by a prime orally skilled youth as he finished and stubbed out his cigarette. His manhood now fully aroused, he tapped Cal on the shoulder. Cal took his mouth off Eric’s cock, rose and got on the couch on his back, he raised his legs up, baring his ass for his conqueror.

 Eric grabbed a bottle of lube, sprayed his pulsating member and then drizzled Cal’s ass crack. He penetrated Cal in one blunt thrust. He felt Cal’s inner regions splitting open to happily take his cock in. He felt the membranes clutching around his cock. He then began straightforwardly fucking Cal. This was by design a pump and dump to relieve the tension, stress and accomplishment of this evening’s performance. Eric grunted as his cock shot off its load of cum deep in Cal. Eric pulled his cock out of Cal’s ravaged ass, he strode to the dressing room bathroom and took a shower. He returned to the dressing room; Cal was gone. Their silent encounter had lasted about 10 minutes from start to finish. Eric dressed in tight jeans and a tight black cashmere turtleneck. He opened the door.

 There was 35-year-old Daniel LaFarge waiting for him. He was trim, medium height, handsome and had long black hair. They kissed; they were lovers. Daniel was the company’s choreographer, he retired from dancing at 30 and reinvented himself as a major choreographer, creating acclaimed work after work in the last three years that showcased Eric.

 Outside, they lit up Marlboro Lights and walked a block to the Peninsula Hotel for the afterparty. The ballroom was packed with company members, donors and executives. Eric alluringly posed for photos from the selective press allowed to attend. He drank champagne and ate a few nibbles as he was famished from his performance and his fuck. He was taciturn but mingled with A-listers out of obligation. He and Daniel walked home to their antiques-crammed townhouse on East 66th Street.

 In the bedroom, they undressed and embraced, Daniel’s seven inch cut cock brushed against Eric’s eight inches. Eric pushed Daniel onto the bed and then straddled his face presenting his cock to his lover to suck. Daniel took it all in and made love to it with his mouth, his eyes were widened as they stared at each other. Eric pulled out, lifted Daniel’s legs and then lubed his cock and Daniel’s ass. Eric now was fucking Daniel with attentiveness and focus; he took his time to bring pleasure to his lover. Daniel was sighing and sobbing as soon his cock was shooting off. Eric intensified his fucking and was cumming a second time, now in Daniel. He pulled out, they smoked, then cuddled and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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A few weeks earlier one morning, Cal Hendricks was in the Metropolitan Ballet Company’s dance class in its 9th Avenue building, with other students following the teacher’s instructions as to what movements to do. He looked at himself and saw how beautiful he was, how his solid bubble butt was packed into his tights, the tempting crack emphasized by the taut fabric. He was aware of someone staring at smiling at him in the next row. Jorge was a tall smoldering 18-year-old Argentinian with flowing black hair.

 Cal’s seven-inch cut dick instantly got hard with the knowledge that he was being observed by this stud. He had never spoken to Jorge but was aware that he had fucked half of the male dance students. It appeared that he now wanted Cal. Cal was confident in his sexuality and beauty but so were a lot of other guys at school, they knew that as bottoms they had to wait their turn to be approached by the few top students around. Cal had been approached a few times in the last two weeks by three hot top students and had satisfyingly hooked up with each of them. He never heard from any of them again, they liked variety and were sexy enough to take it.   

 The rigorous 90-minute dance class ended, Cal was drained but excited.

“Hey, I’m Jorge” said the stud with his killer smile.

 “Nice to meet you, Cal” he said as he stared down at the incredible bulge in Jorge’s tights.

 “I’d like to hang out with you” said Jorge, being that there were others around, he couldn’t very well say, “I want to fuck you.”

 “Sure.” They walked a few blocks to Jorge’s luxury apartment building. The doorman winked and smiled at them. Alone in the elevator, Jorge groped Cal’s ass and passionately kissed him. They got to the apartment and tore of their tights and T-shirts. Cal was on knees ardently sucking on Jorge’s thick eight-inch dark uncut cock and then licking his beefy balls. Jorge raised Cal up and tossed him on the bed on his back. Cal raised and spread his legs. He had gotten plenty of experience in his Indiana hometown with giving it up for hot young guys.

 Jorge lubed his cock and Cal’s ass, he then proceeded to wildly fuck Cal was soon shooting off. Jorge busted his load in Cal. Cal got up, went to the bathroom and returned dressed.

 “See you around” said Jorge.

 The next day, Jorge did not acknowledge Cal at dance class, nor did he do so the day after. Cal did however receive an email summoning him the office of Mr. Prescott, the Metropolitan Dance Company’s general manager.

“Cal, you show great promise” said the bearded brown-haired and suited Mr. Prescott in his office to Cal who was sitting across from him at his desk.

 “Thank you, sir.”

 “As you know, the company’s four-week season at City Center will soon commence. The company has an arrangement with Eric Calder to meet his needs. As the company’s star he expects and is entitled to certain perks, these include being totally serviced after every performance. We seek to arrange with you to provide such servicing.” Cal was stunned and stared in red-faced silence.

 “Of course, many students would desire this position, but it’s been discreetly ascertained that you are the ideal candidate. Your recent sex partners have all filed glowing reports of your skills, amenability, stoicism and talents in regard to accommodate the well-endowed. We of the company feel confident that you are the best one to satisfy Eric’s needs. The position is yours” said Mr. Prescott sliding a check for $10,000 to Cal, who nodded. Mr. Prescott slid a Non-Disclosure Agreement toward Cal, who signed it.

 So, thought Cal, Jorge and his most recent hookups were in reality testing him as to whether he’d be the best bottom for Eric Calder and then gave their findings to Mr. Prescott. They were all hung selfish total tops ruthless to him, well if that’s what Eric Calder was into he was going to get that from Cal. In honesty, that’s what Cal wanted also, he was only attracted to dominant men.     

 That is how Cal came to be on his knees wearing only a dance belt in Eric’s dressing room after the opening night performance of Warrior. Cal had gotten there an hour earlier and been in position waiting for Eric. Eric burst into the dressing room, he was a sexed-up beast, with sweat dripping off his chiseled body. He ripped off his loincloth and dance belt and lit up a cigarette. He was so fucking hot, thought Cal who seen him dance but was now up close and personal with Eric’s cock.

 Cal was inspired to suck it like no other cock he had before. It was, after all a prime piece of meat attached to a superstar. Cal took it all in down to the base and deepthroated it like a pro. His tongue glid all over the thick shaft and lavished the head. He savored Eric’s copious drops of precum. Cal chowed down on those regal balls, feeling the weight and fullness. Eric tapped on the shoulder, Cal got up, went to the bed, raised his legs and spread his ass for his warrior.

 After lubing them up, Eric slammed it in and began roughly fucking. Cal was ecstatic at being Eric’s fucktoy, every thrust of that fantastic cock going in and out him brought supreme pleasure to Cal, who soon saw and felt his own engorged cock shooting his thick load of cum up and the air, that warm liquid landed on him, some splashing onto Eric’s chest.

 While Eric was grunting, Cal could feel his conqueror’s manhood spasm as he flooded his insides with blasts of his hot cum. Eric pulled out and strode to the bathroom to clean up. His mission accomplished. Cal threw on his clothes and dashed to the corps de ballet communal dressing room and waited his turn among the snickering members to take a quick shower. They knew Cal wasn’t dancing, they must have known why he was there, to service Eric. Dressed in jeans and a black sweatshirt, Cal walked over to the Peninsula for the afterparty. He entered the ballroom glowing from that awesome fuck session, he took a glass of champagne from a hot model waiter. Mr. Prescott said hello and introduced him to some board members. In the distance Cal saw Eric and Daniel, they had no contact at the event.

 Cal walked around and mingled.

 “Oh, there’s our successor!” said Micha, blond dancer who was standing at a table with two other similar beautiful blond dancers.

 “Pardon me?” said Cal.

 “I was Eric’s bottom boy last season, Marshall before him and Chad, before him. Prescott gets him a new one for the fall and spring seasons.”

 “Yes” laughed Marshall, “Enjoy him while you can, what comes after isn’t so hot.”

 “What do you mean?” asked Cal.

 “After being used by Eric, one is then passed around to donors by Prescott to enjoy” said Chad, “That’s why we’re here, to put out on demand for tubby older guys who give lots of money to the company. We each go back to suite here with a mutant and do their bidding, you’ll learn all about that.”

 “Nice meeting you” said Cal walking away. He took another glass of champagne and stood by himself at a table in the distance. He watched in fascination and repulsion as indeed, one by one toad-like figures wearing tuxedos came over to the table to chat with the dancers. One by one, a dancer left with one of the ogres to give up his mouth and ass for the benefit of the Metropolitan Ballet Company. Cal went back to his shared apartment in an old building on 10th Avenue.

 The next morning, he was at dance class, no one came onto him for a hookup. That night he was in City Center’s mezzanine to watch the company’s program of three short new works. Warrior played every other night so Eric could rest between sold-out performances.  Near by were Micha, Marshall and Chad. “Join us for a drink?” said Micha.

 They were at Rise Bar drinking vodka and sodas.

 “How was last night?” asked Cal.

 “Oh, gross as always” said Micha, “My kinky nobleman fucked me in front of his younger wife.”

 “Mine was into piss play” said Marshall rolling his eyes.

 “He shared me with his son-in-law, I can barely walk, let alone dance!” laughed Chad.

 The four young dancers had more drinks, shared sex stories and agreed that Eric was a sexy, though cold top.

 “Speak of the devil!” laughed Micha when they saw a bus stop advertisement that was an arresting poster of the shirtless Eric, posed to show off his ample crotch, a Rolex was on his wrist.

 They said goodnight and went their separate ways.

 The next night, Cal was on his knees in his dance belt in Eric’s dressing room, waiting for him. It was the exact same scene, Eric tossed off his loincloth and dance belt, lit up Marlboro Light and proudly stood with his stiff cock on display. Cal sucked it until getting tapped on the shoulder that it was time for him to get fucked. It was another thunderous brief session, Cal left right away after Eric came in him. And so it went on alternate nights, 10 concentrated minutes of male-on-male action. The last night was no different than any of the others, there were no goodbyes, they’d never said a word to each other. Eric would soon be going out on a national tour with the company.

Cal took his shower with the corps de ballet and went to the company’s end of season party at the Peninsula. It was the usual crowd, Cal drank champagne and mingled, chatting with his bottom pals.

“Excuse me, I’m Daniel LaFarge.”.

 “I know who you are, Mr. LaFarge!” smiled Cal.

 “Could I please have a word with you in private.”

 “Certainly, Mr. LaFarge!”

 Cal followed Daniel to a small lounge.

 “Two Gray Goose Dirty martinis” said Daniel to the waiter.  Their drinks were rapidly brought over.

 “Eric wants you to have this” said Daniel handing Cal a case. Cal opened it, a Rolex was in it, he put it on his wrist.

 “Eric also wants you know that he enjoyed you, that you were special, this is just the nature of these things. I also want you know that you are special. I’ve watched you dance in class. You have tremendous talent and potential, but not at this company. You’ll be whored out and never become a principal dancer and you’ll age out of the corps. I took videos of you in dance class and shared them with Antonio Delgado.”

 34-year-old MacArthur Foundation “Genius Award Winner” Antonio Delgado was a fiery Dominican choreographer and ex-Metropolitan Ballet dancer who 10 years earlier had formed his own modern company that was based in Brooklyn. He and it and achieved renown as the troupe was all-male and specialized in groundbreaking works with frank gay content.

 "He wants to meet with you, he’ll be in touch. Best wishes to you,” said Daniel finishing his drink and leaving. Cal went back to his buds.

 “Holy fuck! I didn’t get a Rolex!” hollered Micha.

 “None of us did” said Marshall.

 "You must really be something” said Chad.

 The next night as per Antonio’s instructions, Cal was on the Q train to Brooklyn, he out got out at Atlantic-Barclay near the Brooklyn Academy of Music, BAM. Antonio’s lavish loft in the building he owned which housed his dance company was a few blocks away. The opened and door Cal entered.

 Antonio Delgado was medium height, his black hair was cut short, his face was intensely handsome, his dark eyes blazed. On his fabulous body, he was wearing just a pair of drawstring light gray baggy shorts with no underwear, his massive Latin semi-erect endowment and heavy scrotum visibly swayed inside them. He poured them each a glass of perfectly chilled vintage Chardonnay, handing Cal his glass. Antonio lit up a Marlboro Light and indicted for Cal to sit beside him on the gleaming large sectional black leather couch.

 “You are here, not because you were Eric’s cumrag, his legion of dressing room bottom boys are of no interest to me” said Antonio in his pleasing deep slightly-accented voice, “You are here because of Daniel, we danced together in the old days, and I was fucking him back then, we have a unique bond and support each other artistically. Eric changed his life, he fulfilled him sexually and became his muse. Daniel became aware that Eric had feelings for you and was intrigued by that, no other whore had incited any such feelings in Eric. Daniel watched you every morning in dance class and became bewitched with you, the boy his lover was fucking. He was also bewitched by your talent, which you do possess, I have seen his many videos of you. The Metropolitan would never appreciate your immense gifts, they see you only as another whore to be used and discarded. I do not look down on bottoms, I celebrate them in my work. We gay men are equal despite our natural dominant and submissive roles. You have the sincere soul of a great dancer as many do but you also have the captivating look and essence of innocence and of a boyish angel. A boyish angel who is possessed with pleasing men” said Antonio spreading his legs, the mound in the front of his light gray short was enormous. “Please me.”

 Cal got between Antonio’s thick thighs, his hands undid the drawstrings and tugged Antonio’s shorts, he was now confronted with the stunning sight of eight and half dark uncut inches of hard Dominican dick and two massive floppy hairy balls.

 Staring into Antonio’s eyes with blue eyes, Cal opened his mouth wide, curled his lips and took in the acclaimed choreographer’s superor cock. He licked the head with his silken tongue, then worked on the entire shaft before going down to the base.

 “Por Dios!” sighed Antonio, patting Cal on his bobbing head and stroking his blond hair, “So fucking beautiful!” Antonio was driven to the brink of climaxing by Cal’s deepthroating, but as an experienced cocksmen he could control his orgasms, even as Cal gobbled his balls.

 Antonio gently nudged Cal off his cock, he raised Cal up and slowly took his clothes off. Cal’s shirt was tossed, then his jeans were unzipped and thrown to the floor, his boxer briefs were pulled away. One of Antonio’s hands cupped Cal’s smooth balls and then tugged on his stiff seven-inch dick. Antonio’s other hand roamed over Cal’s firm warm young body, groping his magnificent ass cheeks, the hole was fingered, all while getting his dick jerked. Cal was in another dimension of pleasure. Antonio spun the nude Cal around and was now stroking and playing his tender nipples on his developed pecs. The naked dancers were now side by side on the black leather couch which had been the scene of much fucking by Antonio.

 Antonio reached into the drawer of the coffee table for a bottle of lube. He sprayed his cock and Cal’s ass crack. He penetrated Cal’s ass with a jabbing thrust of his hips, Cal sobbed as his insides were split open by that Dominican meat. Antonio fucked him at a steady pace as he licked the back of Cal’s neck, and then kissed him on the mouth. Cal was now getting fucked in his ass by Antonio’s cock and in his mouth by Antonio’s large tongue. It was too much for the weeping Cal, his throbbing 18-year-old dick blasted his load, his cum made a puddle on the coffee table.

 Antonio reclined on the arm of the couch, he reached for a cloth and cleaned off his cock. It was now pulsating and needed to be finished off. Cal took the cock that had just fucked him into oblivion, in his mouth. His sucking was soon rewarded, the twitching rod was now erupting, gobs of hot Latin cum were now flooding his mouth and throat and were swallowed down. Antonio kissed Cal, tasting his own cum. He took Cal too his bedroom and pulled him into his antique captain’s bed.

 “You will spend the night” whispered Antonio, holding and caressing Cal, “In the morning, you will quit the Metropolitan dance school, you will bring your things here, you will live with me and please me every night, and dance for me in my company…”

 The next day, Cal did as he was told. Mr. Prescott was incredulous and put out by this decision, he’d already promised Cal’s sexual services to several odious donors. Micah, Marshall and Chad were happy for him. That night, Antonio and Cal fucked on the couch, then had dinner and wine and went to Antonio’s bed.

 The next morning, Cal was downstairs in the dance studio with the nine other members of the Delgado dance company. They were all gorgeous racially diverse dancers in their 20’s. For three hours they all endured Antonio being a task master as he put them through arduous exercises. After a lunch break, there was rehearsal for a dance piece, a wildly homoerotic take on Cain and Abel. Cal was a featured dancer and understudied Abel. At night, Antonio and Cal fucked and then had dinner.

 Sundays were special. The dance studio was set up with cots for the full-on orgy that was to occur. Antonio believed that great art is created through intimacy among his dancers. There were four tops including Antonio and seven bottoms including Cal, all of whom Antonio had fucked on his black leather couch. The next couple of hours were a fantastic bacchanalia as the hung company dancers sucked and fucked each other in various permutations. Cal was excited to take his first Big Black Cock in his mouth and ass.

 Cal lived up to the company’s high standards as his dancing was superb. The company went on a four-month European tour, Cal got to perform as Abel as few times due to that dancer’s food poisoning. Seeing Cal play this lead role in packed auditoriums inspired Antonio to create a star role for him, “You are my muse.” Back in Brooklyn, the company worked on Antonio’s full-length dance adaptation of Edmund White’s classic novel, A Boy’s Own Story. Cal played a young man coming to terms with homosexuality in this inspiring and explicit gay Americana. It was a triumph, with Cal becoming an overnight sensation in the dance world. After its smash New York success, A Boy’s Own Story toured the country and the world. Cal was famous. One night, as Micha, Marshall and Chad went into Rise Bar, at the bus stop they saw the bare-chested poster of Cal wearing a Rolex on his wrist.  

 A year later, Antonio Delgado created another modern dance blockbuster, Host or Travel? It was a 90-minute homoerotic extravaganza. Its allure was magnified by Eric Calder’s unprecedented agreement to take a leave of absence from the Metropolitan Ballet Company to be a visiting guest artist with the Delgado Dance company. He played a Manhattan total top who goes from hookup to hookup, these actions alternated between Cal playing a Manhattan bottom who goes from hookup to hookup. Eventually they hookup with each other, they fall in love and the piece ends. Critics marveled at the intense erotic chemistry between Eric and Cal during their climactic pas de deux.  

 The pairing of Eric Calder and Cal Hendricks, two famous out dancers in such an unabashed homoerotic work sold out every performance at the Brooklyn Academy of Music’s opera house. A producer quickly put together a four-week limited run at a Broadway theater. It sold out as it was announced that due to Eric Calder’s commitments, he would not tour with it. It was professionally filmed and streamed a year later. That was after Cal toured around the country and the world in it with rotating tops in the Eric Calder role.

Opening night on Broadway was a major event, it was rare for a dance show to be presented there. Cal and Antonio and Eric and Daniel put in a brief appearance at Sardi’s during the opening party, then the two couples got into a stretch limousine and drank a bottle of champagne during the ride to Brooklyn to Antonio’s loft. There, they disrobed.

 There was passion and excitement as the two couples took their positions on the black leather couch, Eric was with Cal, it had been over a year since they had last fucked in Eric’s dressing room. Antonio had not fucked Daniel in many years. The sex between the two couples was sizzling, their futures were bright.