I first met Brian at try outs for the Nutcracker. I danced with a ballet company of over fifty girls and was used to being the only guy. The company always needed to hire other professional dancers to fill in the other parts. But for once when I got to the studio, there was another guy there. He was wearing a letterman jacket for football and flirting with Kristen, one of the girls who had a good shot at being the lead that year. At first, I thought maybe he was just her boyfriend, come to wish her good luck, but then the instructors introduced him to me. Brian had sandy brown hair and blue eyes, and I could immediately see the appeal. He shook my hand, and then went in for a fist bump.
“Nice to meet you little man.”
I nodded. “Likewise.”
“Brian here is going to be auditioning with us.” Mrs. Bern was the head instructor of our company, and the woman in charge of casting everything, said. “I’m going to have the two of you work together with the girls.”
“Sure.”
Mrs. Bern nodded and stalked off to the to the other side of the room to address a couple of the younger girls.
“Man,” Brian grinned. “Got to be nice for you hanging around these girls all the time right?”
Brian had apparently not gotten the memo I was gay yet, so I just smiled and nodded. My interest in the girls in the company was strictly platonic, but I was good friends with a lot of them. Brian’s gaze was already drifting back across the room to Kristen. She was talking to some of her friends and pulling off her warmup gear, leaving her just in a leotard and tights. She spotted Brian looking and winked. She apparently missed the fact though that Brian’s eyes were roving over several of the other girls too.
I tried not to roll my eyes. Typical jock. “So, what made you want to try ballet?” I asked, already feeling like I had a pretty good idea.
“Oh,” Brian tore his eyes away from Kristen and her friend and smiled again. He really was cute. “Football actually.” He pointed to his letterman jacket. “Coach was talking about how it could be good for improving footwork. And then Kristen told me about these auditions…"
At that point Mrs. Bern was clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention and get things started. I didn’t think too much about Brian’s presence again, beyond enjoying a bit of new eye candy. He wasn’t up to any real dancing yet, but he moved pretty well and was able to lift the girls for some of the bigger moves which Mrs. Bern liked. Brian didn’t have any real ballet clothes yet, so he just wore his sweats and a t-shirt throughout the audition.
I didn’t see him again after that until a couple of weeks later when regular ballet classes started up. Brian came bouncing up to see me when I walked up to the studio.
“Hey, little man! Good to see you.”
“Hey.” I smiled back. “Did you sign up for classes then?”
“Yeah! Kristen talked me into it.” Brian grinned, as in that moment, Kristen waltzed over and spun herself into Brian’s arm. She kissed him quickly on the cheek.
I couldn’t help but grin. Called that. “Good to see you again.”
“Yeah!” Brian grinned. “You’ll have to help show me the ropes. I know I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
“Please.” Kristen laughed. “You’ll be fine.”
“Alright!” Mrs. Bern called out. “Let’s get things started. Places at the barre everyone.”
I took up my usual spot in the corner, which gave me a nice view of the room. I was just starting my own warm up stretches when Brian took a place at the barre next to Kristen and pulled off his sweatpants.
It was the first time I’d ever seen him in tights. He was wearing the standard black ones Mrs. Bern had guys wear for practice, nothing special, but I still did a double take. His ass was fucking incredible. Thick and sculpted, and leading down to thighs that were bigger than his head. Clearly Brian never skipped leg day. The package in the front of his tights looked less impressive, but maybe he was just a grower and not as much of a shower.
I was a little distracted for the rest of class sneaking peaks at Brian’s ass when I got the chance. I was actually surprised by how well Brian was doing. He caught on to the steps and different techniques pretty quickly. Weirdly though, I kept catching Brian looking at me. Half the time when I would sneak at glance at Brian’s ass, I’d see him quickly looking away from me.
Parts for the Nutcracker got posted a week or two later. Brain got to be the Nutcracker prince. I wasn’t surprised. I was still pretty young for the role, and would have looked kind of silly and short next to some of the senior girls in their pointe shoes. Plus, Brian was better equipped at that point to do the lifts.
Kristen did wind up getting cast as Clara, the female lead. She and Brian were still constantly flirting with each other in class and rehearsal. They clearly liked each other and had gone out several times but it seemed like things were progressing slowly there. Still, their mutual attraction added to their chemistry dancing, so it worked well overall.
Rehearsals got longer and longer as we got closer to the performances in December. Brian was still friendly enough, but he always treated me like a kid, even though I’d been with the ballet company for so much longer. I was always “little man” or “little bro”. It got on my nerves, but I never confronted him about it. I figured that was just his jock attitude carrying over. I was perving on his ass, so I guessed in the end we were even.
The night of the first costumed rehearsal things took a turn though. As the only two guys in the company, Brian and I shared a dressing room. I went on before Brian in Act 1, so I had to get changed first. Brian was just playing on his phone, but when I pulled off my warm up tights to get into costume, I caught Brian staring at my dick.
“Uh-“ I frowned. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Brian flushed bright red. I figured between the two of us he’d more chill about changing in front of another guy, being used to the football locker room. But he looked suddenly uncomfortable. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
“Okay…” I finished pulling on my costume. Brian was looking anywhere but at me, his head hung down over his lap. “Later then I guess…”
Brian grunted. His costume was still wrapped up on the rack.
My part in Act 1 went by easily enough. When I was done, I’d sometimes wait in the wings and watch other parts of the show. That night, I was curious to see what Brian’s costume would look like so, I hung around. The company had designed a new one for him, since the last Nutcracker they’d hired had brough his own. I was on the opposite wing from Brian’s entrance, so I didn’t see him before he went on. But in the dim light before the reveal, I could just make out Brian crouching behind the dad who’d been signed up to play Drosselmeyer, looking nervous. The music swelled on cue, and Drosselmeyer’s cape was pulled away, revealing Brian.
Brian stood center stage, every light pointing at him, in front of the whole ballet company. The top part of his costume was nice enough, it was a white tunic of sorts that hugged his arms and showed off his muscles nicely. There was some gold and blue embroidery across it, clearly trying to evoke some sort of military dress, and gold shoulder epaulettes. But that wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention.
The costumer had put Brian in the snuggest white tights I’d ever seen. Football pants had nothing on these. They were perfectly molded to every muscle and curve of his legs. They also, through some fluke of the material and the lights, were virtually see through. Like in a lot of sports, in ballet guys have to basically wear a jock strap under their tights to keep everything secure. Brian’s jock was bright white too, and now clearly visible to everyone. Brian might as well have not even been wearing tights.
His ass had never looked better. The tights clung to the thick muscles like a second skin. You could perfectly see the cleft of his ass and the jock running up his crack. I was even able to spot two small dimples Brian had right above his ass cheeks. The front of the tights though, wasn’t doing Brian any favors. The line of his cock was clearly visible through his jock and tights. Brian was already eighteen, and always carrying himself with the classic alpha jock energy. His cock though, was two inches soft. At most. My thumb looked bigger. Even if Brian was a grower and not a shower, there was no way he’d want everyone seeing his cock like that.
It was clear immediately too, that Brian knew what was happening. His face got bright red. Against the white of his costume it stood out as much as-well, as much as his cock didn’t. Backstage always has to stay quiet, but as everyone watched Brian standing on stage, practically naked, it was an entirely different kind of quiet. Kristen was on stage, and definitely wasn’t smiling Clara’s happy surprise like she normally would be. Instead, she looked almost like she’d suddenly got a whiff of some bad fish, surprised and clearly off put.
Brian didn’t even have the option to get off stage. After his big entrance he had three whole scenes he had to dance before he could leave. Kristen reluctantly took his hand, and together they started their first dance. As the music picked up and got a little louder again people were clearly whispering, and I saw more than one girl pointing at Brian‘s crotch.
I watched as Brian flubbed the first few steps of his dance with Kristen, clearly rattled. But eventually he seemed to find his rhythm again. His face was still red with embarrassment. He knew he was giving everyone a show, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The longer Brian had to dance under the hot stage lights, the worse the situation became for him. Brian started sweating hard. His sweat turned the already sheer tights completely translucent. That would have been bad enough, but Brain’s white jock strap was becoming just as see through. Every time the lights would hit him anyone watching got an unobstructed view of his cock. He was cut, and his cock had a pretty wide head, especially for its short length.
People were really whispering now. Word had clearly gotten out too. I saw girls who didn’t have to be on stage for over half an hour yet lining up in the wings to watch. Between all the cast members and the tech crews, there were easily forty people watching Brian dance around on stage virtually naked.
Just when I was sure Brian’s humiliation couldn’t get any worse, it did. Dancing on stage, already showing everyone his cock, Brian got hard. It took me a minute to notice, because frankly there wasn’t much difference. But sure enough, Brian’s cock was filling out to its full length, straining against the barely there tights. Completely hard, Brian’s cock was maybe four inches long. I was almost six years younger than him, and I already had a bigger dick.
I saw Brian look desperately between his hard cock and the wings of the stage. His face was burning up, and I swear I could see his eyes watering. He was clearly mortified, but Brian powered through the last ten minutes or so of his dance. But as humiliated as he looked, his cock didn’t get soft once.
The minute Brian was able to, he ran off the stage and disappeared backstage. I thought about going after him to say something, but I had to ready for my own entrance. I was busy enough with my own dancing that I didn’t think much about Brian’s situation after that. Although I noticed that after we paused to run a practice intermission that for Act 2 someone has given Brian a thicker pair of gray tights to wear over his white ones. They kept things firmly opaque, and with the extra padding were a little more forgiving with Brian’s dick size.
Some guys will swear up and down that cock size doesn’t matter, but that’s just not true. Guys notice it. It’s like something primal, they just can’t help themselves, seeing how they measure up. By the end of the dress rehearsal, I was torn. On the one hand, I did feel a little bad for Brian. Brian was clearly embarrassed, but he’d also clearly gotten off on everyone seeing him like that. But the less sympathetic part of my brain was just chaffing even more at the way he'd constantly patronize me. Talking down to me like he was the bigger man when the whole ballet company had just seen he wasn’t.
When I got back to our makeshift dressing room at the end of the night, I still hadn’t made up my mind what I was going to say. I’d gotten back before Brian, and was already chagrining when he came in. Brian pulled off his shirt, then hesitated, walking around in his tights.
I sighed. “Hey, so about tonight-”
“Fuck off little man.” Brian growled.
“Don’t call me that.” I grumbled. “Look, I’m just trying to say I’m sorry you had a bad night-“
“I said fuck off.” Brian snapped. “Whatever you think, I don’t need some kid bugging the crap out of me alright? Just do what you’re told.”
“Yeah?” Whatever sympathy I’d had for Brian rapidly evaporated. I nodded down at his crotch. “Nice tights you’ve got there Brian.”
Brian stood up quickly, seething. He grabbed my shoulder, and seemed a little surprised when I didn’t immediately back down. He eyes dropped from my face down to my crotch. I was standing in just my tights, and I watched his face heat up again.
And that’s when I realized, we both knew now that I had a bigger cock than he did. And Brian couldn’t stop looking at it.
“Go.” Brian tightened his grip on my shoulder and pointed to the far corner of the prop room. “Go over there…and-and just think about what you said!”
I took a step over in that direction, more taken aback by Brian’s reaction than anything else. He looked like he was on the verge of tears again. And he kept glancing down at my dick…Like now that he knew he couldn’t avoid it.
Brian grabbed his things and slunk off into the rows of props, going to the darkest, farthest corner of the room to change out of his tights.
I finished stripping out of my own costume. Part of me was tempted to wait in the dressing room until Brian came back out, but I was tired, and it was school night. I still had a couple hours of homework ahead of me later, and just couldn’t muster up the patience.
The next night, Brian ignored me. He did the classic guy head nod when he got to the stage, and in total maybe spoke five words to me all night. The costumer had kept the gray tights with Brian’s costume, and Brian seemed desperate to make things get back to normal. About a week after the show wrapped though, Kristen formally broke things off Brian. Apparently, she’d seen enough to decide she wasn’t interested any longer.
After the Nutcracker incident, Brian and I still danced together for the rest of the year until he graduated. Brian threw himself into ballet full swing. During winter and spring break he got help from the instructors to get into some pretty exclusive dance camps, and in the summer before he started college he went to another one. Brian and I were cordial, but after that night our relationship had changed and we both knew it.
When Brian graduated, I didn’t see or hear anything from him for several years. Some college students would stop by the ballet company when they were home on break, but Brian never did. I heard through Mrs. Bern that he apparently was choosing to major in dance, but that was all I knew about him for about six years.
When my own senior year of high school rolled around, the company was yet again preparing to put on the Nutcracker. I’d been cast in the titular role virtually by default, but I was having fun trying to make it my own.
As it turned out though, costuming was again a bit of an issue. Two weeks before opening night, I was pulled aside by Mrs. Bern. She told me, dancing around the topic with all the awkwardness of an older women who didn’t frequently have to deal with guys, that they needed to make some adjustments to the costume I’d been fitted for. Next thing I knew I had two extra layers of tights thrust on me. Mrs. Bern and the costumer made me wear three pairs of tights, one over the other, to smooth things out.
Flattering as it might have been, it was also a huge pain. The added layers of tights were incredibly warm at the best of times, and got stifling under the hot stage lights. They were more restrictive too, making each step and jump just a little harder than it needed to be. Mrs. Bern could probably tell I was getting frustrated. She kept telling me everything looked great, and promised a fun surprise when we got into the final tech week of rehearsals.
The first day of tech week I was in the auditorium in costume, warming up, when I was suddenly greeted by a loud, boisterous voice shouting across the auditorium.
“PETER!” Brian ambled over to meet me, a shit eating grin on his face. “How’s it hanging little man?”
For the record, my name’s not Peter. Brian’s dumbass had forgotten my name. Never mind that we’d danced together for a year and a half, and I was literally the only other guy in the company. He looked good though. Brian was just wearing warm up sweats, but I could see his arms were bigger now, and the curve of ass was obvious even in baggier sweats. Still, I was already a little irritated, and the last thing I wanted this week was to have to walk on egg shells around Brian.
“Not my name Brian.”
“Oh, uh right.” Brian fumbled.
“What are you doing here?”
“Mrs. Bern hired me.” Brian smirked. “I’m your professional talent for the second act. Maybe I’ll show you some moves later. You know, now that I’m a big time professional and all.”
“Great.” I really didn’t want to do that.
“Right?” My tone had apparently been lost on Brian. “Oh hey-“ He waved over a woman I didn’t recognize. “This is Kayla. We’re partnering together on this.”
“Hi.” Kayla smiled and stuck her hand out. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” I saw Brian wink at her and fought to not roll my eyes. Of course, he’d be trying to sleep with his new dance partner. Although Kayla must have seen him in tights before, and should have a better idea what she was in for.
The lights flashed, and one of the tech people got on the PA. “Places for Act 1. We are at places for Act 1.”
“Got to go.” I nodded politely to Kayla again and headed backstage.
Rehearsal was a bit of a blur. The nice thing, and the whole point of practicing everything for so long, is that I could basically do the steps on autopilot by that point. Still, I knew I wasn’t performing as well as I could. I was still getting used to the goofiness of my new costume and I was sure it showed.
Brian and Kayla didn’t come on until the second act. Brian was good, there was no question about that. He’d clearly earned his spot in his new professional company. It was also clear to me he was padding his tights. Not so much that he has a massive bulge, but enough that he looked a little better off than he was. Honestly, he looked like Ken doll, his junk being smoothed out into a formless lump. He still hadn’t changed with the other guys though.
Rehearsal wrapped up, and everyone started packing up. Mrs. Bern tracked me down again to say how great she thought the costume was working out, just great. I grit my teeth and rolled with it. But by the time I’d extricated myself from that conversation and got changed back into my normal clothes, it meant almost everyone else had gone home. The lobby lights were clicking off, although the stage ones were still on. I frowned, and poked my head out.
Brian was on the stage, still in his costume, walking thought some of the steps of his dance with Kayla. I didn’t see any sign of Kayla though, and from the stage it was clear no one else was still hanging out in the auditorium. I stopped and watched Brian for a minute. Even just walking through the steps it was clear how much he’d improved…
“You creeping on me little man?”
I blinked. “What?”
“That’s what I heard some of the girls saying. That you’re gay.” Brian stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at me. Like he was studying me.
“Yeah.” I crossed my arms, starring right back at him. “You have a problem with gay guys Brian? Because I have to tell you, in a professional ballet company, chances are you’ll work with a few.”
“Ease off little man.” Brian grumbled.
“You know I have a name.” I snapped. “Although apparently you tend to forget it.”
“Jezz.” Brian snorted. “No need to be so sensitive.”
“Really?” I stormed out onto the stage. “I think we both know which one of is really sensitive here. You know,” I looked down at Brian’s crotch pointedly. “Compensating for something.”
Brian flushed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh really? All the stupid nicknames, your bullshit macho attitude?” I chuckled. “I think we both know who the real little man is here Brian, and it isn’t me.” I walked closer to Brian. I was fed up with him and really not in the mood. I went for the kill. “Does Kayla know you’re hung like a toddler?”
“Shut up!” Brian’s face was red, and his chest was heaving like he was trying to catch his breath.
He was pissed, and looked close to losing it, but I didn’t care anymore. I smiled. “So do you think she’ll dump you like Kristen did when she finds out about little Brian?”
“STOP!” Brian looked like he might swing at me. I was dead even with Brian in height, but he was definitely stronger than me, and in a straight fight he’d inevitably win out.
So, I’d just have to do things a non-straight way.
Guided by a sudden boldness I couldn’t fully explain, I stepped right up in Brian’s face. His eyes went a little wide, unsure what I was doing. I took his hand that he was working into a fist and guided it to the front of my jeans.
“Feel that, Brian?” I asked, running his hand along my bulge. “Feel how much bigger it is than yours? That’s a real fucking cock.”
Brian stood there frozen. His face was pure confusion. He was on the precipice, his brain working in overdrive on what to do next.
I had no idea where he was going to land. This was either going to work out really well for me, or I’d be black and blue in the morning.
But like I said before, there’s something primal about cock size. Guys can fight it, or try to deny it all they want, but in the end it’s there.
Brian’s hand tightened ever so slightly, squeezing my dick.
Got him.
“What do you think Brian? Feel bigger?”
Brian actually whimpered, this strangled little noise like he’d tried to hold it back and failed.
“Go ahead.” I encouraged. “Take it out.”
Brian didn’t move. He just kept standing there frozen, his hand on my dick.
I reached for me belt and unhooked it.
“No…” Brian squeezed his eyes shut tight. He started to pull his hand away, but I grabbed his wrist again.
With my other hand I quickly slid my boxers down just enough to pull out my cock. I wrapped Brian’s hand around it, letting him feel the weight of it.
Brian hissed in surprise, like my dick had burned him, but he didn’t move his hand. I was only half hard, but that still made me longer than Brian.
“How’s it feel, to have a real cock in your hand Brian?”
Brian shook his head, his eyes still closed.
“Look at it.” I demanded.
Ever so slowly, Brian opened his eyes. They locked onto my cock in his hand, and I watched his eyes get a little wider.
“Do you like that, Brian? Huh? Like the look of a real dick in your hand? One you can actually feel?”
Brian’s hand was squeezing my dick softly, and I was quickly filling out to full length, going completely hard in his hand. Brian just starred at my cock, fascinated. There was a morbid curiosity there, a hunger for a bigger dick that was wreaking havoc with his mind and sexuality.
I took two steps back, letting the long length of my cock slide through Brian’s hand till it just slipped out of his grip. He tried to reach for it, and I batted his hand away.
“No.”
Brian blinked. “What-“
“Not yet.” I nodded to Brian’s tights. “C’mon Brian. I’ve showed you mine. And it’s not like I haven’t gotten a good look at it before anyways.”
Brain reached for the waist of his tights, his hands shaking.
“Take that top off too.” I gave my cock a few languid strokes, drawing the motion out, and making sure Brian was watching me. “Give me a show.”
Brian froze, his face darkening.
“Oh come on,” I sighed. “You were doing so well.”
“No.” Brian growled, taking a step back, even though I was already two steps away from him. “I’m not doing that. I’m not gay.”
I barely avoided rolling my eyes. But I knew better than to risk everything unfolding here by doing that. Instead, I tried another tactic. I smiled. “But you love performing Brian.”
Brian frowned. But he stopped moving.
“You’re a performer.” I repeated, driving the point home. “I’ve seen you. You love the idea of people watching you. The attention. I mean hell,” I grinned, “That night your costume flashed everyone your cock you got hard knowing we all could see it. You liked it. Didn’t you?”
Brian didn’t say anything.
“Didn’t you?” I said, raising my voice.
“Yes…”
It was barely a whisper, but that admission was the crack I need to bring all the walls down.
“Strip for me.”
Brian’s hands were still shaking, but he pulled the top of his costume off over his head. His arms had gotten even more toned, still leaner muscle, but rippling with definition. His entire chest was cut, deep grooves of his v muscles, a perfect six pack of abs, and broad sweeping pecs. In the cool air of the auditorium Brian’s nipples were hardening, two dark red points. His whole chest was completely hairless. I didn’t know if he shaved, or was just naturally smooth but it worked for him.
“Come here.” I pointed to the x of tape on the floor that marked center stage. Brian let his tunic drop and drifted over. “Time for the big reveal.”
Brian swallowed hard. His whole body seemed to be vibrating with energy.
I moved behind him, the same position Brian or I would normally take when partnering with a girl, to help show her off to the audience. I put my hands on Brian’s shoulders and ran them down his chest, feeling up his muscles, and stopping right at his waist. I waited for Brian’s trembling hands to join mine, and watched as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his tights.
“Do it.”
He pulled down his tights and his jock all at once. Brian hunched down to finish pulling them off the ends of his feet and then he stood back up to his full height, that perfect stage posture all dancers learn.
Brian stood center stage, completely naked. His cock was already rock hard, all four inches of it standing out proudly for anyone to see, pulsing in time with Brian’s racing heartbeat. Like a tiny flagpole fighting for every millimeter it could it get. It was not a cock anybody would want to have for themselves.
His ass though, that was fucking perfection. Between his years in football and ballet Brian’s ass was all beautifully sculpted, tanned muscle. Plump and toned, I was amazed he could fit it into normal pants without it being obscene. To this day, still easily in the top three asses I’ve ever seen. I reached out, kneading one of Brian’s firm ass cheeks. It had the perfect amount of give, soft at first, but solid muscle at its core. This was the kind of ass tights were made to show off. I slapped his other ass cheek, savoring the sight of it jiggling and pinking up just a bit. Damn, I was going to enjoy tearing this ass up…
“Is this what you want?” I moved closer, letting my cock rest against the cleft of Brian’s amazing ass as I kept feeling him up. “You want to let everyone who comes to see the ballet see all your great muscles and that little baby nub you call a cock?
He whimpered again, and I watched, looking over Brian’s shoulder, as his little cock burped out a huge glob of precum at the idea.
“You’d be a real confidence boost for all the little boys in the audience I bet. Seeing that a big strong jock like you has a smaller cock than them…” I started slowly sliding my cock across the back of Brian’s ass. Not even pushing it between his cheeks, just ghosting it across the surface with a feather light touch. “Nothing like this huh?”
I used my hands on Brian’s waist to turn him towards me, just like I would with a girl I was dancing with. Our cocks collided, smacking against each other. I took my cock and pulled it on top of Brian’s, eclipsing his view of his own cock beneath my greater length and girth. My cock was easily twice the length of Brian’s, and the side by side comparison made his eyes go wide.
“Fuck…” Brian shuddered.
“Go ahead.” I encouraged him. “Touch it. Wrap your hand around a real cock for once.”
I watched Brian struggle for a second, but then he reached out, slowly wrapping his fingers around my cock. He squeezed it gently and started slowly running his hand along the length of it.
“How does that feel huh?” I asked. “Tell me. Tell me how it feels that I’ve got a bigger cock in high school then you’ll ever have?”
“It… fuck you’re so much bigger…” Brian groaned. He was caressing my cock with his hands, almost reverently. Society had drilled into Brian for years that a big cock was important and desirable, and the whole time Brian had known, whether he admitted it himself or not, that he was small. Finally getting to play with a bigger cock was fulfilling a need in him he didn’t know he had.
“Kiss it.” I demanded. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down. “Go on. Show it the respect it deserves.”
Brian slowly sank to his knees. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…”
“Just relax.” I grinned. “Have you ever had a girl go down on your little fun sized dick?”
Brian blushed. “A couple times.”
“Probably no repeat customers though huh? Not once they saw that thing.” I looked down at Brian’s cock. It was still rock hard. Brian’s shame and embarrassment just seemed to turn him on more. “Just do what those girls did for you.” I pushed the head of my cock up against Brian’s lips, demanding entry.
Brian hesitated, that little voice at that back of his head no doubt still screaming he was straight. That he didn’t suck cock. Brain just barely opened his lips, running his tongue along the flared head of my cock. That one lick was all it took. Brian began taking more, licking and sucking on my dick like it was the last thing he was ever going to taste.
“Damn.” I sighed. His technique was shit, just sloppy and enthusiastic, but watching Brian, this virtual perfect picture of a straight jock lose himself sucking my cock was hot as hell.
“Mmmm…” Brian groaned, and I watched as his little cock spit out another glob of precum unprompted. He might have been loving this even more than I was.
I let just let him go for awhile, getting used to taking a cock in his mouth. Brian’s eyes glazed over. From the way he was moaning and trembling sucking my cock you would have thought he was the one getting blown.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you? You like servicing a real cock.” I started pumping my hips, actively fucking Brian’s mouth. He gagged, struggling to take more of my cock, but that just seemed to turn him on more.
Brian’s lips were a mess of spit and my precum. He looked up at from around my cock, hating and loving everything he was doing all at the same time.
“Jerk yourself off.” I commanded. “I want to see you try and use that toy you call a cock.”
Brian’s face burned with shame, but he quickly wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking it in time with my thrusts into his mouth. Like he’d wanted to all along and just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d needed the excuse of my order, but Brian’s cock hadn’t flagged once.
“Look at that,” I burst out laughing. Brian’s big hand swallowed his little cock. When he wrapped his fist around his cock to jerk off only the smallest bit of the head poked out. “It’s like a magic trick. Brian makes his cock disappear.”
Precum leaked out from between Brian’s fingers. He whimpered and sped up his hand, his face glowing red with embarrassment under the bright stage lights.
Looking at Brian like that, even with his mediocre blow job skills, I was getting too close to cumming. No way was I going to finish before I got to fuck Brian’s ass. I pulled my cock out of Brian’s mouth, spit and precum trailing after it.
“Please-“ Brian gasped. He looked almost delirious. He let go of his cock and started to crawl towards me, his mouth open wide.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re not done yet.” I pointed Brian back to center stage. “Turn around.”
Brian reluctantly turned to face the auditorium, turning his ass back to me again. “W-what are you doing?”
“Lean forward.” I got down onto my knees right behind Brian “Your cock might not be much to look at, but this ass deserves some attention.”
Brian froze, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in. He looked like he might bolt any second.
Couldn’t have that.
“You ever eat girls out before Brian? I bet with that nub of a cock that’s how you had to get most of them off.” I chuckled, reasserting everything that had gotten me this far with Brian. I’d already won big here, but I was going for double or nothing. Brian’s ass was defiantly worth the risk.
“Sometimes.” Brian rasped. I watched as more drops of precum leaked from his cock and dripped down onto the stage. He acted like he hated it, but the humiliation was still turning him on.
“Then this is only sort of new for you. Lean forward and spread those cheeks.” I grinned. “After all, with a cock like that, you’re almost a girl, right?”
Brian shuddered and leaned forward, his head hung in shame. With shaking hands, he reached back and spread his ass for me.
And just like that I got my first look at his tight, little, pink hole. Brian was smooth here too, which meant he probably was just naturally hairless. His hole fluttered as it was exposed to the open air. As I watched it seemed to close up tighter, the last defense of a straight guy who knew he was about to be fucked.
I ran my finger around the outer edge, watching Brian shiver. “Spread your legs wider.”
Brian slid down from his knees. He stretched his long legs out to either side of in a perfect one-hundred-and-eighty-degree angle. Brian let his chest sink down onto the stage, both hands still holding his ass apart for me. “…Like this?”
I had only meant for Brian to pull his cheeks wider, but seeing him stretched out like that, the muscles in his legs pulled taut, using the flexibility he’d honed over the years, was incredibly hot. Whether he’d done it consciously or not, Brian was putting himself on display again. Performing.
Brian definitely had an unexplored exhibitionist streak, and I was more than happy to help him fill it.
I brought my own hands down next to Brian’s, grabbing a fistful of his ass with each hand. Leaning forward, I stabbed out with my tongue, pressing into Brian’s hole.
“Oh fuck!” Brian shuddered.
I kept at it, working my tongue in and out of Brian’s ass. Bit by bit I stretched his hole open, sliding more and more of my tongue over Brian’s sensitive walls as he loosened up.
“Fuuuuck…” Brian groaned.
I smiled, flicking my tongue.
“Straight…Brian moaned softly. “I’m straight…” He was feeling things he’d never imagined before. No straight guy likes to even think about things going up their ass. When they suddenly discover all the amazing things their ass can make them feel they don’t how to handle it. Brian was pushing back against my tongue instinctively, his body chasing the feeling while he struggled to catch up and process it all.
I let Brian push back, and kept fucking him with tongue. Every time my tongue slid into Brian, he bucked forward, grinding his cock into the stage beneath him.
“Oh god-“ Brian was speeding up, writhing into the stage.
“Stand up.” I pulled myself up. “C’mon Brian. Up.”
Brian struggled to his feet. There was a pool of precum center stage, right where he’d been laying. His little cock was flushed bright red, and trembling in front of him. He looked at me, questioningly.
“Face the auditorium again.”
Brian turned, presenting his ass to me.
I stopped for a second and just admired the look of him there. Muscles glistening under the stage lights, face flushed. His cock twitching and that perfect ass just waiting for me…
“We really should have you just dance like this.” I chuckled. I ran my hands down his firm back, stopping again when I got to his ass. Brian was panting hard. He knew what was coming next.
I lifted the head of my cock up, and just let it rest for a second against Brian’s tight little jock hole.
“I’m-.” Brian shuddered. “I’m not gay.”
“But you liked me playing with your little pussy here, didn’t you?” I circled his hole with my cock, just teasing it.
“Y-yes.” Brian gasped. “Oh god- I liked it… Fuck.”
“Then go on.” I lined my cock up with his hole. “Fuck yourself.”
“Please,” Brian begged. “I can’t. Just give it to me…”
“If you want it, you have to take it yourself.” I said. “Go on Brian, show me what a big fucking man you are…”
Brian’s whole body tensed up. But he pushed back slowly. I watched the very tip of my cock slip past Brian’s ass and enter his hole. Brian hissed, and balked.
The last thing I wanted was Brian stopping and freaking out before we got to the best part. The conditions weren’t exactly ideal, Brian was still virgin tight, and my spit sloshing around inside him wasn’t the best lube. But needs, must. I shoved forward, pushing the first few inches of my cock into Brian.
“FUCK! OH FUCK” Brian shouted. “It hurts!”
“Relax!” I slapped Brian’s ass to get his attention. “Bear down.”
The walls of Brian’s ass shifted a little, but he was still incredibly tight.
“God-why would anyone ever want to do this?” Brian cried.
“You know why. That feeling of my tongue in your pussy? My cock will make it feel even better.”
“Not a pussy…” Brian grunted.
“Then take it.” I ordered. “Power through the pain.”
Brian nodded stiffly, and his ass relaxed just enough that I could start to move.
I eased forward, sliding more of my cock into Brian’s ass. His hole was like a velvet vice wrapped around my cock. “Halfway there now.”
“Fuck.” Brian shuddered. “Your cock’s so fucking big.
I smiled. “How’s it feel, knowing you have more cock in you now than any girl you’ve ever fucked?”
Brian whimpered. He may have been obsessed with the size difference, but he wasn’t feeling what a cock like mine could do yet. I bottomed out and gave him a minute to adjust. Even through the pain of losing his cherry Brian’s cock hadn’t gone soft once. He was still fully hard. All four inches of him.
Pulling back a little, I heard Brian moan, and knew he was starting to get into it. Brain wrapped a hand around his cock and began jerking off again, slowly at first, then speeding up.
“You like that Brian?” I asked. “You going to play with your little nub while a real cock fucks your pussy?”
Brian groaned.
“Answer me.” I snapped. “C’mon on Brian. Tell me how it feels.”
“My ass- fuck.” Brian squealed. “It feels good!”
“You feel good.” I laughed. “You might not have much of a cock, but you’ve got a perfect pussy. Cause that’s what you really have isn’t it, Brain? A tight little jock pussy?”
Brian winced.
I changed the angle of my thrusts slightly, and Brian’s whole body vibrated. “There is it.” I grinned. “Found your clit.”
“Fuck-right there. Oh god…” Brian was an incoherent mess. He was pushing back now, trying to drive my cock back into his prostate.
“Feel that, Brian?” I asked, as I nailed it again. “That’s what girl’s feel when a real cock tickles their clit. Now tell me again- what am I fucking?”
“…My pussy.” Brian whispered.
“What was that?” I stopped moving. “Speak up.”
“MY PUSSY!” Brian shouted. “Please! Please don’t stop-“
“You want me to keep fucking your pussy? Tagging your jock clit?”
“Fuck me!” Brian bucked his hips, but I held him steady. “Fuck my jock pussy!”
I let go of his hips. “Fuck yourself.”
“GAH-“ Brian thew his ass back, slamming himself on to my cock, and driving it right back into his hungry clit.
“That’s right Brian.” I reached around and titled his head up, making him look at all the empty seats in the auditorium. “This is what you’ve always wanted me to see isn’t it? What you want all of them to see every time you walk out on stage isn’t?” I pointed to the imaginary audience. “You’re a tiny dicked slut. You’re just desperate for someone to call you on your crap and use you, aren’t you? Say it.”
“I’m a slut.” Brian slurred his words, repeating them back to me blindly as he blissed out on my dick. “I’m a tiny dicked slut.”
“I bet you used to jerk yourself off thinking about that night with your tights, didn’t you? Thinking about everyone seeing you like that.”
“N-no.” Brian protested. “I didn’t…”
I snorted. “Well, we both know you’re going to be thinking about this night from now on at least. Aren’t you? Every time that tiny little cock of yours gets hard.”
Brian whined, like a desperate animal.
“Say it.” I demanded. “Admit you have a tiny cock.”
“I-I have a tiny cock.” Brian gasped.
“A worthless little nub. A little boy cock that looks ridiculous on your body.” I laughed.
Brian nodded vigorously, still madly jerking himself off as he rode my cock. “I have a tiny cock!”
“Louder.” I chuckled. “Like you want the whole theater to hear.”
“I HAVE A TINY COCK!” Brian shouted, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “I HAVE A WORTHLESS LITTLE NUB!”
“You have a clit.” I smacked his ass again, and nailed his spot, making him see stars. I could see Brian was close to losing it, and watching him ride me and say all these things I was close to cumming myself. “You have a clit, and this amazing ass. That little toy between your legs is just another part of your clit isn’t it? It’s not even really a cock.”
“Fuck-“ Brian gasped. “I have a clit. I have jock clit! OH-!”
Brain’s little dick erupted, shooting blast after blast of cum out onto the stage. Brian was a moaning mess, jerking himself through his orgasm, and writhing around on my cock, pumping it into his bitch button again and again.
“Fuck!” The walls of Brian’s ass fucking milked my cock. “Gonna cum Brian. Gonna breed you like a bitch.”
Brian moaned, his cock firing off another wild shot of cum.
I shot my load deep in Brian’s ass, loading what felt like a fucking gallon of cum into his ass.
When I finally stopped cumming,I let my spent cock slip from Brian’s ass. Cum dripped out of him, pouring out of his wrecked hole and trailed down his crack and onto the stage.
I smiled. “Like I said Brian, we both know who’s really the little man…”
I left Brian there, drenched in cum, in the middle of the stage. I didn’t see him again until the next rehearsal where he was much nicer, and seemed desperate to get me alone. Maybe for a repeat performance. Unfortunately, with the craziness of getting everything ready, and then performing the show it didn’t actually happen. But every night when I saw Brian dancing his part, he’d inevitably come to stand at center stage. And I could see him get hard. His new tights hid things better, but I still could tell.
Brain went on to dance professionally for over a decade after that. Maybe one of those gay guys he’d been worried about from his new company helped him out. He eventually married a ballerina from his company. I’d feel bad for her, but dancing with him she had to know just how little she to expect on their wedding night.
Either way, Brian had clearly found his calling. And in the end, he had his little dick to thank for it.
