A Jock and A Dancer

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I blame my sister for it, but she doesn't mind. I guess she knew me better than anybody else on the planet, so she must have sensed my emerging homosexuality when I was six years old, and insisted on forcing me to try ballet.

For most of my teenage years, I was ashamed to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. I felt free, like some sort of large, gay bird soaring through the air. It made me forget everything except that moment, and there was no other feeling like it. I was good, too. Really good, if I do say so myself.

I won competitions, placed first in almost every contest I'd taken part in, and eventually went on to be the lead dancer in some pretty big stage performances. It was wonderful, but it was also extremely difficult to keep that part of my life, completely separate from my normal life.

Nobody in school knew about my secret pastime. The idea of being outed as a ballet dancer was worse than being outed as gay. I couldn't even begin to imagine the level of torment that I'd get from every guy in school, but especially from the popular guys.

They didn't need much of a reason to turn their attention toward someone who was different, but I'd somehow gotten through most of high school without finding myself on their radar. Unfortunately for me, that was about to change.

The classes that I'd been taking for years were moved to a larger hall to accommodate the influx in new students. Much to my bitter disgust, that new hall just happened to be my school hall, so suddenly I was shitting where I ate.

It wasn't too bad at first. Practice wasn't until five, which meant that the school was completely empty by the time it started. As the weeks went by, I began to relax a little, and then one evening it all changed.

As most people will know, ballet requires an outfit known as a leotard. In my younger days, I tried to convince myself that a leotard was the exact same as a wrestling singlet, but I had to admit that the leotard was brutally revealing.

I bulged in every part that a young man wouldn't want to bulge in. Naturally, as the only guy in the class, I was painfully aware of the outlines and curves of my body, but the last person in the world that I wanted to see me like that was Cooper Evans.

Cooper was one of those guys that everybody knew, and seemingly adored. He was big, buff and brainless, and sailed through high school being the class clown. Sure, he was stupidly handsome, but he was a giant douchebag, and one of the people who I'd spent years trying to avoid.

"Everett, can you run across to Mr. Merrion's office and fetch the keys for the supply closet, please?" Ms. Abbott, the ballet teacher asked, and that was the beginning of a whirlwind.

Mr. Merrion was the gym teacher. He was the type of man who peaked in high school and still acted like he was one of the students. He was more of a friend to most of the guys, than a teacher, and the jocks adored him because he'd spend the entire class talking to them about football whilst forcing everyone else to do laps. Mr. Merrion wasn't the type of guy that I wanted knowing anything about me.

I sheepishly knocked on his door whilst my cheeks burned violently red. I prayed that he'd already gone home, but a moment later he called me in and I felt my stomach churn as I walked inside and shuffled toward his desk.

"Well look at you" he grinned, his eyes scanning my slender frame, which was painfully exposed.

Despite my gym teacher's creepy stare, there was something far more troubling to deal with. Cooper Evans sat in the chair opposite him, and when he looked at me, his expression changed to one of sheer joy.

I could see the cogs turn in his empty head. He opened his mouth to say something smart, but it was an impossible feat, so he simply gawped and sniggered into his hand.

"C... Can I um... Can I get the keys to the supply closet?" I asked, doing my best to ignore Cooper.

Mr. Merrion chuckled and said "only if you do a parachute".

I sighed and asked again. I could have told him that it was called a pirouette, but what was the point? He took the keys off a hook and dropped them on his desk, forcing me to walk closer to Cooper as he studied me from head to toe. I grabbed them quickly and walked out, knowing that both sets of eyes followed me.

I was mortified, but there was nothing I could do. Cooper Evans now knew my secret, and it wouldn't take long before the rest of the school did, too. A week went by before comments began following me in the hallways.

Ballet boy was the only one that stuck, which was a good thing because some of the others were a lot more crude. I did my best to ignore them, but there was one thing that I couldn't ignore.

It was the final practice before an upcoming show where I had the main part. It consisted of a long solo, and required a lot of planning, so with thirty minutes to spare, Ms. Abbott had me perform my piece for the class.

There was nothing strange about that. I had no issue practicing in front of the girls, but what I did have an issue with, was practicing in front of the entire football team who watched from outside the window.

Cooper beamed in at me, and I knew instantly that it had been his idea. I could have tried to refuse, but Ms. Abbott was a strict woman, and would surely insist. The following thirty minutes were the most humiliating of my life, and even when I tried to ignore the raucous laughter and jeering from outside, it was impossible.

"You need to work on that routine, Everett" she told me when I'd finally finished, and without a word, Ms. Abbott turned on her heel and marched outside toward the football team.

We all hurried to the window and watched as the tiny woman verbally decimated every single one of the towering, mountain-like men, and then turned her attention to Mr. Merrion who quaked like a little girl as she scolded him.

"We'll have some new members next week" she proudly announced when she returned, and I had no idea that my life was about to turn upside down.

Apparently the threat of being reported for spying on a room full of young women in revealing clothing was enough to force Mr. Merrion's hand. According to Ms. Abbott, if the football players were so interested in watching us all, then they'd be equally as interested in partaking.

I wasn't sure whether I was happy with the situation or not, but the following Tuesday, as ten muscular, beefy young men slouched into the hall with their football jerseys on and miserable expressions on their face, I couldn't help but smirk.

"Your outfits are hanging up in the changing rooms" Ms. Abbott told them coldly, and they all gawped at each other until the woman clapped her hands harshly and ushered them along.

If seeing the guys' expressions just coming into the hall was funny, what happened next was side splitting. After fifteen minutes, Ms. Abbott banged her hand on the door, and the ten young men returned with faces like tomatoes.

"I do apologise" she smiled, and there was absolutely nothing apologetic about her tone, "I don't have any leotards in your size, so I suppose you'll just have to make do".

The fabric was like a second skin on most of them. They all held their large hands over their crotches, and shuffled around like penguins. Cooper came out last, looking at me like he wanted to rip my throat out, and I couldn't help but grin as he pulled a wedgie out of his ass and walked toward the back of the room.

"Oh no, no" Ms. Abbott smiled, "all new students stand at the front".

The jocks gave a collective groan as they walked forward, and that was when my problems began.

Sure, their humiliation was great, but seeing their large, perfectly rounded asses just feet away from me, with nothing being left to my imagination, I suddenly realised that the slightest form of arousal would be instantly noticed.

I spent the entire class doing my best to ignore the bulges and the outlines, but Cooper looked, admittedly, amazing. Naturally, he was as dreadful as all the rest of them, but his sharp muscles were visible through the thin material, and his thick cock looked remarkable.

When Ms. Abbott called an end to the class, most of the jocks bolted toward the changing room and were dressed and gone in record time. None of them even looked in my direction, but Ms. Abbott smiled and winked before handing me the keys.

"Give these to Mr. Merrion when you're finished here" she told me, and left me alone in the hall.

It felt like the best justice I could have gotten, and I was high on life as I strolled casually into the changing room to a heavy stench of sweaty young man. I pulled the straps down my shoulders, and was in the process of peeling the fabric down my legs when I heard a cough behind me.

I spun around, half of my body on show, and saw Cooper standing before me.

He too, had pulled the tight straps from his broad shoulders, and now only the lower part of his body was covered. His chiselled torso glistened with sweat and his dark hair was damp and messy.

"You're good" he said, his eyes barely connecting with mine, "I'm um... I'm sorry about last week".

To get an apology from Cooper Evans was like winning the jackpot. I didn't even know how to respond, so I simply shrugged.

"It's harder than it looks" he added with a breathy laugh, "I think I'd take football any day".

I forced a laugh, but I'd never had an actual conversation with a jock before, and I wasn't sure how to communicate with him.

"Can you uh... Can you help me with this thing?" He asked awkwardly, and pointed toward the leotard which was evidently stuck to his body.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded before walking over to him and standing there nervously.

"You um... You just gotta..." I reached for his waist, feeling my cheeks burn as I did, and Cooper's large hands closed around mine as I dragged the tight outfit down his body until it slid down his legs, and his large, beefy cock bounced out next to me.

I fell backwards, gawping up at the thing and apologised instantly.

"Shit, I'm sorry" I said, shielding his delicious looking rod from my view. "I thought you had underwear".

"Was I supposed to wear boxers?" He asked, seemingly unbothered by his own nudity as he scratched his head.

"I mean... You uh... You don't have to, I guess".

He shrugged and stepped out of the leotard, then reached out his hand and pulled me to my feet. "Do you?" He asked, and without a word of warning, Cooper pulled my leotard down and exposed my white boxer briefs.

"Oh" he said, "I thought I saw your dick through it".

I froze as Cooper studied my half naked body, and much to my horror, I felt myself stiffen at the sight of his. He watched it happen, until I snapped myself out of it and turned my back.

I was mortified. I'd just popped a boner in front of the most popular guy in school. If doing ballet was bad, this was going to be the talk of the town. I cringed hard and prayed that when I turned back, Cooper would be gone, but I didn't get to turn back.

"You like what you see?" He whispered, standing directly behind me.

I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck and shivered. Was this some sort of joke? Were the other guys hiding somewhere, watching?

His hands closed around my waist and I'm sure I whimpered when his thumbs slid into the waistband of my underwear and slowly lowered them down my thighs.

"Cooper" is all I could manage, but the muscular stud continued pulling them until they fell to my ankles.

"I saw you watching me out there, Everett" he slithered, his fingers tracing my spine, "I bet it was so hard to keep yourself soft in front of all those students".

A sharp breath escaped me as his finger pushed between the cheeks of my ass.

"You're such a tease, you know that?" He continued, making me shiver again as he touched my most intimate area, "that day in Merrion's office, I wanted to rip that outfit off you and bend you over his desk there and then".

He reached around the front, resting his chin on my shoulder as he plucked my hard cock into his hand and squeezed.

"But you knew that already, didn't you?" He breathed, and I felt his own pole stiffen against my ass.

I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. But I watched as Cooper's hand slid up and down my cock, pumping me as pre-cum poured between the cheeks of my butt.

"I don't want you wearing underwear anymore" he mumbled, his hips thrusting so that his cock slid back and forth against my hole, which was now soaked in his fluids. "I want to see that ass every time I look at you".

I moaned and leaned my head back on his solid shoulder. I could smell the fresh sweat from him, and it caused a spark of pleasure to rush through my wet cock.

"I've always liked you, Everett" he continued, and I was sure that his large manhood was going to enter me if he thrust any harder, "I've always liked you, a lot".

My legs began to shake as he took me closer and closer to orgasm. How had this happened? It was completely absurd, and yet here we were, completely naked in the school changing room. I gasped as his warm mouth pressed against the soft flesh on my neck.

"Cum for me" he whispered, and it was enough.

My entire body tingled as the feeling burned through me. I shivered and trembled in his arms as cum burst from my swollen cock, and splashed directly into Cooper's waiting palm. His hand continued to stroke, forcing more and more sperm from my churning balls as his own cock spilled his seed between my cheeks and we orgasmed together.

Before it had passed, Cooper lifted his full hand to his mouth and slurped down my mess. I watched him wide eyed and delirious as his load dripped from me, and he grinned as he licked his lips.

"Protein" he winked, and gave my soft cock one more squeeze before he walked over and began dressing.

"I never thought I'd like this whole dancing thing" he scoffed, pulling on his t-shirt as I stood there in shock, "but I think you've changed my mind".

Cooper grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, and as he walked by me, he stopped and picked up my boxer briefs.

"You won't be needing these anymore, huh?" He asked with a cheeky wink, and shoved them into his pocket. "See you next week, Everett".