Gay Erotic Stories

Alfred looked at me and said, "I just put a little spell on you, Tony. Just so I could see what you looked like in tights. It's a beautiful sight, I must say." "I noticed that you were gazing at one of my most recent creations when I startled you. Would you like it?" He was referring of course to the statue with the life-like bulge. I told him that I would love to buy it off of him and asked him what would it cost. "For you Tony, it's free. All I ask is that you dance for me," he said.

"Dance?" I said. "I'd love to Alfred, but I'm only at a beginner's level in ballet. All I can do are the most basic positions and movements. I couldn't possibly dance for you. I'm sorry."

"Don't you worry Tony, you'll be dancing soon enough." Smiling again, he raised his arm to point the sceptre at me.

"What is that thing, some kind of magic wand?" I asked him.

"You could say that, Tony. Wizardry has been in my family for generations. Some of my ancestors were not very nice people and used their power for evil. However, I believe that one should use one's power only for the good of mankind...and for pleasure as well. Prepare yourself, Tony...this spell's going to be a little more powerful that the last one." With that, he pointed the sceptre directly at me again and once more more the room was filled with a bright blue glow, along with the crackling of the magical power. This time however, the bolt of magical lightning that jumped from the crystal was a much more intense shade of blue, tinged with a pale pink. Again the powerful bolt of energy darted straight for my basket and struck with such force that I was momentarily pushed a step backwards. Jolt after tingling jolt of pure pleasure surged into my genitals, causing me to moan at the top of my lungs. My head flew back, my legs were spread wide and every muscle in my body tensed and froze. I couldn't move, could barely catch my breath...so powerful was the intensity of the jolts of pleasure. Every nerve ending in my penis, testicles, anus, buttocks, thighs, calves came alive. My entire body was bathed in a bluish glow. Finally after what seemed like forever, the waves of tingling pleasure subsided and I was able to move again.

I was panting loudly by now and looked over to see Alfred looking at me. He displayed a very impressive erection between his beautifully sculpted thighs, which he was slowly, softly rubbing with his free hand. "Dance for me" he said. It was neither a plea nor a demand--he just said it. All of a sudden there was the sound of soft classical music playing and seemingly of it's own accord; my body began to move to the music. I was dancing! I couldn't believe what was happening, there I was doing things on the studio floor I'd never thought I would be able to do. I was performing jetes, arabesques, pirouettes and the most amazing leaps, all perfectly executed. After a little while, (too short I thought) the music stopped and so did I. Flushed and sweating I walked over to Alfred. "Did you just make me do that?" I was smiling ear to ear from the euphoria of doing things I'd only dreamed of since my teenage years when I saw my first ballet.

"Yes Tony. I wanted to see you dance as well as admire you in tights. I knew it was one of your fantasies so I thought I'd make it come true for you."

"Thank you so much Alfred." I put my arms around him and kissed him softly on the lips, our bodies touching ever so lightly, bulges brushing gently. "No, Tony. Thank YOU."

"I hope you don't mind me doing all these things to you. The spells I mean." "Are you kidding?" I said, "I don't mind one bit. I love wearing tights, I feel very sexy and I'm very aroused right now. This is incredibly erotic for me and lots of fun too. You don't have to apologise or feel bad or anything." "Yes, it's very obvious that you're enjoying yourself, your basket has grown tremendously since I cast my first spell on you. Well then, let me do something else for you" "You mean there's more?" I asked mischievously.

"Of course, Tony. What would you like? Just tell me and I will do it."

"Well", I said, that statue you're giving me is pretty life-like, I think it would pretty hot if it could come to life, for real I mean."

"Let's see what we can do about that then" Alfred said with a naughty smile. He pointed his sceptre at he statue and once again the blue glow appears and so does the magical lightning bolt. It shoots out from the crystal and strikes the statue, which begins to grow, slowly at first, then more quickly until it becomes life-sized...reaching about six feet tall.

Then it begins to take on a more human appearance. The pure white alabaster changes to the colour of human flesh, it's hair becomes a darker colour, with slight flecks of gray. Soon the statue has become a very handsome, muscular man just into his 50s. My penis starts pulsing and throbbing even harder than before as I stare at this beautiful man standing before me. He's wearing a tight black t-shirt over pale grey tights, no dance-belt (none of us were wearing belts) and grey slippers. His thighs are perfectly sculpted and his calves are lean and muscular. His buttocks are two slabs of muscle, not too big, not too small, and his bulge is big, full and round...in spite of not wearing a belt. In short, he's perfect. I can hardly wait for what's next.

End of Part 3