Gay Erotic Stories

"Is this you?" I asked him.

"Yes, those were taken in the late seventies, this set here in the sixties." I gazed at photos of a strikingly handsome man with dark hair, a beautiful body showing off a pair of very muscular legs and most importantly, a round and well-sculpted ass. Then of course there was the bulge. Full and round, my eyes couldn't help but stare at this powerfully erotic yet elegant example of masculinity. The tingle in my genitals became even stronger and I could feel my erection growing larger and harder in my pants.

"What do you think?" he asked me. Looking over at him, there didn't seem to be much difference between the hot young man in the photographs and the handsome gentleman in front of me, besides the greying hair of course.

"You haven't changed very much since these were taken," I said. "In fact I'd say you've gotten even better looking."

Smiling, he said, "You're too kind. I've got some more ballet pieces in the back of the store if you'd like to see them. Paintings and sculptures."

"I'd love to see them," I said.

"Very well then, just give a moment to lock up the front. It's just about closing time. If you walk through that door, the studio is just beyond it."

"YES!" I thought to myself. Making my way around to the back, I soon entered the studio he was referring to. It was larger than I thought it would be and quite lovely. Most of the room consisted of hardwood flooring with mirrors on two sides and a ballet bar on one end. A fairly small section was concrete with a row of shelves on one wall upon which sat some sculptures, a few unfinished. All of them depicted male ballet dancers in all their muscular, manly beauty. Complete with perfect, round bulges between their perfectly shaped legs.

One of these in particular caught my eye. It was of an incredibly handsome older man, possibly late 40’s to early or mid 50’s. His body was lean and well muscled, not overly so, but nicely proportioned with sweeping thighs and a round, perky ass with an amazingly life-like bulge between his alabaster legs. You could actually make out the delineation of his penis and testicles. I was so mesmerized by this statue that I did not see or hear the owner of the store enter the room, so when he called out to me once again I was startled.

"I seem to have a knack for scaring you!" he said, laughing his sexy laugh.

"Geez, you almost gave me a heart attack, mister." I said, laughing myself.

"Call me Alfred" he said, looking straight at me with those amazing blue eyes of his.

"I'm Tony" I said, looking back at him. It was then that I noticed he was wearing a pair of pale blue tights with a white t-shirt and black slippers. "Wow, Alfred...you look incredible in those. You've kept yourself in amazing shape."

"Thank you," he said. He walked over to the wall with the statues and pulled a small box off of one of the lower shelves.

"I'd love to see what you look like in a pair of tights, Tony. Something tells me it would be a sight to behold." He was looking at me as he spoke, a serious look on his face. He reached into the box and pulled out what appeared to be a miniature version of a scepter. There was a blue jewel at the end of it.

"I’d be happy to model a pair for you if I had any with me. Unfortunately I don't. Maybe you could lend me an extra pair?" I said.

"That won't be necessary, Tony," he said, then he held the scepter out, pointing it at me.

"What's he doing?" I thought.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a blue glow that came from the jewel on the scepter. Then there was the sound of crackling energy, much like the sound of an electrical discharge. Just then a bolt of energy, like lightning, darted from the glowing blue crystal and leapt out toward me. Before I could move or cry out, it struck me directly between my legs, sending a powerful jolt, much like an electrical shock, straight into my genitals.

I could feel an incredibly intense tingling sensation begin at the tip of my penis and slowly work it's way down the shaft of my penis then into my testicles and finally into my groin. It lingered there for a few seconds then slowly spread over my whole body. I couldn't move or talk or do anything but stand there and moan loudly as jolt after jolt of pure pleasure washed over my body. Finally the tingling subsided and I was able to move once again. I realised then that Alfred was some kind of wizard or magician and he had just cast a spell on me.

"What did you do to me?" I asked him breathlessly.

"Look at yourself," he said. His smile had returned and that melted whatever fear I might have suddenly developed as a result of the unexpected zapping I had just undergone. Looking down at myself I noticed that my clothes had disappeared and instead I was wearing a tight-fitting black t-shirt with the tightest, thinnest pair of white tights I'd ever seen on any man, let alone myself. They looked and felt a second skin. I touched myself, running my hand slowly over the hair-thin material which despite it's thinness, was opaque and seemed surprising strong. I could feel tingles as my hand slowly caressed my thigh, buttocks and groin.

I was snot wearing a dance belt, but the tights held me perfectly, conforming to my anatomy and giving me a perfect, full round bulge. I shivered with delight and wondered what was in store for me next.

End of Part 2