Jordan comes for a pas de deux

I was divorced and living on my own in a flat and although no longer teaching or involved with a dance school I still loved to watch clips on you tube and the occasional dvd of a ballet.

It was then quite a surprise to get a phone call one evening from a friend of an ex pupil Ryan , the one referred to in an earlier story of mine, who though he had been to a ballet school and danced professionally for a number of years quitting due to injury in his mid thirties. His name was Jordon and he had settled in the area now in his early 40s and he had joined a local amateur theatre group who were doing Chicago. and he had been chosen as lead male dancer. He was enquiring if he could do some ballet classes as he hadn't danced seriously since his injury, and didn't want to go to the local schools as very few had any males of his age. we fixed a time for our first meet and agreed a price per number of lessons.

The evening came for Jordans arrival and I had luckily a large spare bedroom which was empty now, after my son moved out three years ago, there was still a Dado rail running across the back which would suffice as a barre.

The doorbell rang and I pressed the buzzer to let him in, I had decided to wear a pair of loose fitting shorts to allow movement and went to open the door. Standing before me was a gorgeous guy, easily six foot in height and so good looking felt my cock twitch at the sight.

Im Jordon he said we shook hands and I invited him in, come through I said and took him through to the living room and invited him to sit while I found out a bit more of what he was looking to do.

He explained he had been a professional ballet dancer and achieved the role of Senior Soloist with a well known company, but a series of injuries had forced him to pack it in prematurely.

He had had surgery on the area that troubled him most and moving into the area had joined group of amateurs.

I showed him into the bedroom and excused myself for him to slip into something he could move better in as he had on a tight t shirt and jeans . When I returned I was a bit taken aback as this gorgeous hunk was in ballet shoes and just a dance belt, injury or not he had a fantastic almost swimmers like physique.

I pulled myself together and asked him to use the Dado rail as a barre and face the wall. This gave me a fantastic view of his perfect muscular back and a firm tight butt with the thong back of his belt, exposing a pert bum. We did a few plies or rather he did as my days of plies are long gone, then some Grand Battement a few developpes which I helped with as one of this thighs was where he had been operated on so was quite weak. I lifted the leg and supported it while telling him to turn into the arabesque position, it was then I noticed that under the belt he was unshaved and tufts of pubic hair escaped at the front and the back. I could see part of his ball sack peeping out as he turned back and he tucked it back in.

I could see he wore his cock in the up position as most dancers do in a dance belt, as the top is often padded and offers protection should your partners knee catch you as u turn her in pirouettes. Fortunately it has only happened to me once and its the equivalent of a cricketer without a box being hit with a cricket ball. Especially as she was doing a series of fast supported pirouettes. The tears in my eyes were not from emotion.!!

He did extremely well saying he d not done a class since his operation and when we had finished he came into the living room for a drink just wearing the belt. He decided on a cup of tea and as I prepared it stripped off the belt and sat on the settee. I was totally aghast, here was this gorgeous guy stark naked sitting on my settee, he asked if it was ok as he liked to relax his tackle as he hadn't worn the belt in a while and laughed he would have to get the next size as it was crushing his cock and balls too much.

I couldn't help but look as I sat opposite he had a gorgeous flaccid cock of about six inches, lying on top of two lovely balls that were surrounded by some tufts of blk hair. He looked down and apologised for not shaving under the belt. I told him not to worry and enjoyed the site before me. He drank the tea while we discussed the role hed got, and I explained I knew the type of choreography of Bob Fosse as I had many years ago been in a production of Sweet Charity and we were taught the style by a dancer who had been in several Fosse shows.

I learned from him, that he had been married for some years to a dancer in the company but after his injury she had been promoted to principal and continued touring with the company but they had drifted apart as she had toured the world. He had moved back to the area to be with his elderly mother who had passed away a couple of years ago.

He got up and rummaged in his haversack bending over in front of me and I saw the furry rosebud that had been hidden in the belt. I instantly got hard at the sight and tried to hide my erection sticking out in the shorts. He fished out a pair of white CKs turned and put them on tucking his six inches of flaccid cock carefully in position then dressed in his jeans and t shirt.

Gosh how I wish he liked men, but was I just dreaming , and being silly, he might, but someone old enough to be his Dad or Grandad? What I didn't know what a difference the next lesson would be.