The True Ballet Boi

Ballet instructor, super flexible, probably better than you at some things, verse.

[ballet-brad]

anyone around??

[loganlermansboyfriend]

[ballet-brad]

Rekindle

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

It was daddy that let him know he needed to fuck him now or both of them where gonna lose it. He was begging and whinning so sweetly under him that it was hard for Damon to resit it any more. “Yeah want daddy to fuck you again.” He spoke as he moved and caught the boys moans in deep kiss. “Want me to show you you ass was made for my cock baby.” He was hard as a rock and ready to blow at any moment but he needed to be inside the boy fast. “Do i need to wear a condom?” He asked as he used his free hand to reach for the bed side table. He didn’t want to pull his fingers out just yet. He loved watching his squirm and moan as he toyed with him. Once he had the lube and a condom in case brad made him wear one he pulled out the boy and stood on the bed taking off his shorts and letting his cock spring free. He squirted the thick cream on his fingers and spread it on the boys hole. “Fuck cant wait to streach you all over again.’ He growled with lust as he rubbed the head of his cock against the hole and pushed a little. He didn’t want to do anything just yet. 

Brad’s head went from nodding yes and moaning to nearly stopping mid nod to look up at Damon.  He’d been so into it, so lost in the moment and ready to go that the question almost slipped by with a simply shake of his head, but the split second it took to register the answer he had his eyes opened and cocked up at Damon curiously.  “If I ever ask you to put a condom on, I’m obviously not feeling well and you need to take me to the hospital.”  He said, his tone both serious and teasing as he rocked his hips back up to show off his hole to the male.  The LAST thing he wanted right now was to not feel Damon’s raw cock inside him.  When he felt the head push against his hole, Brad’s head flung back against the pillow and he pushed it out against the head.  He wanted to suck in Damon’s cock as fast as he could, missing the massive length spreading him open.  “Fuck.  Just push in, baby.  Need your fat cock so bad.  Please.”

[ballet-brad]

Party Hard

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dammonschu:

“We never fucked” He said as he tossed the smoke away. “I mean i can tell she wants to but im not the type of guy that goes for someone that clingy before we even hook up.” He spoke as he looked at his feet. His emotions and the alcohol not mixing well inside his body. He didn’t fell sick just like he wanted to cry and that wasn’t something he had done in a long long time. “ You come back for the summer and we have a great few months before you fly back and im still here. im a great reason to visit but im not going to make you stay here.” He spoke as he looked at him. He wanted to turn his back to him so he couldn’t see how much this actually hurt him. “How long till you find someone in the city, who will go do all the stuff you want to do and isn’t just some dumb small town jock.” He asked as he looked at him. “or till you can’t come home for the summer cause you got some dancing job.” He spoke as he held back tears. “Our lives are growing apart and you know it.”  He whiped a tear from his face as he looked at him. “I thought having you for the summer would be enough.” he spoke honestly. “Hell i didn’t even think this breakup was going to work but you are out there doing all you want to do and making your dreams come true and im so proud of you.” He spoke as he looked at him . “ I just don’t know how to live if im not part of those dreams anymore.” 

Neither of them were criers, but Damon definitely not one compared to Brad.  Brad was the type of boy to get sniffly at emotional moments in movies, or when dogs were shown as he had a big animal loving heart for those, but that was besides the point.  Damon had maybe seen Brad cry twice, while Damon he couldn’t recall a time before this where he’d seen the male truly shedding tears.  It broke his heart, quite literally, and the emotion was so prevalent on his face he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.  “Hey,” he started, fully cupping Damon’s face so he could look the boy in the eyes.  His own were starting to water up now, because everything the other had said was either true or a fear that Brad had about being away.  “You’re not just a dumb jock, and you more than enough for me.” He didn’t know what else he could say in the moment.  The words weren’t true, at least in Brad’s mind, but he couldn’t possibly fathom an idea of either or with Damon.  He wanted to be in NYC at his school following his passions, but he wanted to be with Damon just as badly right now.  

A tear left his own eyes as he pushed their foreheads together even more.  He felt so silly, crying at a party over his ex, but they really only knew each other.  “You don’t know how many times I wished you were in New York with me, or that Lima had a college in general I could go to for Dance.  It’s the hardest thing in the world when the two things you want most of all are so far apart they can’t be together.”  He kissed the tear streak on Damon’s cheek, nuzzling his nose against the other and feeling his breathing hitch in the moment.  Damon was proud of him, which hurt him most of all because it was an acknowledgement that this horrid situation had a goodness in it too.  “You’re still there, Dae.”  He replied, kissing the male’s lips once again.  “I still want us.  I’ve always wanted us, and this is so obviously hurting us more than the other option that I’m saying fuck it right now and asking you what you want to do about it?”  He rambled a bit, holding tighter to the boy.  “I don’t want to leave you again.”

[ballet-brad]

Rekindle

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Watching the other come undone was amazing. It was something he had only dreamed about but here it was on his bed. The way his hips moving chasing the pleasure the fingers inside of him where giving him. The begging was something that almost sent him off. It wasn’t often that he did this. “Yeah you begging for it tonight.” He spoke as he pushed a thrid finger into the boy, It don’t sound like you really want it” He teased as all three fingers pressed aginst the prostate teasing him from the insdie as his other hand moved to rub at the head of his cock. “Are you going to cum for me baby or am going to have to fuck it out of you?” 

The third finger actually did almost make Brad lose it, and if he hadn’t been one of the kings of self control and teasing he would have let loose all over his stomach.  “Want it so bad.  Want that thick daddy cock to fuck me.”  He rolled off his tongue, the words finding it so easy to come back after all this time.  Again with the begging, daddy didn’t come out too often.  It was a special thing he saved for times like this; where he was so out of his own usual mind that he just let his arousal and horniness control him.  He bit his lower lip hard once again and opened his eyes, the hazy, lust-filled orbs locking on Damon’s face.  “Not gonna cum yet.”  He said, abs flexing hard with every breathe he took as the fingers jabbed inside him just right.  “Want you to fuck it out of me, baby.”  He moaned again, closing his eyes tight as he held on to his internal dial, refusing to let himself blow just yet.  His cock was throbbing and bright red, obviously needy and wanting to blow.  He wouldn’t stop Damon if he forced it out of him right now, but he hoped the male would fuck the load out of him.  It wouldn’t be that hard to do, even no handed.  

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: Im to sad for sex npw  Damon: just come cuddle you can borrow one of my sweatshirts 

Brad: I’m still bringing over that maid outfit and prepping. Brad: But I’ll be over in a few more minutes.  lay in bed and get ready for cuddles and kisses.

[ballet-brad]

Party Hard

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

He knew it was going to be brad the moment the door opened only him or diane would be silly enough to come out. “What want to rub in my face that we aren’t together any more.’ He sounded more like wounded teen then an angry man. He sighed as he let out the smoke and just looked out at the lake. “I mean i get you can be with whoever you want to be with but do you have to do it on my couch Brad.” He heard the pet name and he just laughed as he turned to look at him.”We both know me well enough to not have to answer that.” He was halfway done with his smoked as he looked at the other. 

He was glad he wasn’t mad cause  that smile would have melted it all way. “I don’t know how to watch you move on and be with someone else.” He spoke as he looked at him “Hell i can’t even watch you flirt without wanting to deck someone in the jaw. He laughed at himself as he rubbed the back of his head. “Im fucking mess.” He spoke out more the universe then anyone else. He turned to look at Brad and smiled. “Still in love with the high school sweetheart that left me for the big city i couldn’t be any more a cliche”  

Brad reached out and took full hold of Damon’s hand at this point, wanting to give the boy something to hold onto as they both alternated their gaze.  It seemed easier to talk to Damon when he wasn’t looking at the boy, which wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world.  He yearned for the days where it’d be easier, and was tempted to revert back to them himself.  “Honestly I can’t blame you for that.”  He said softly, shifting to interlace his fingers with Damon’s.  “I was getting rather miffed watching your partner practically eye fuck you and present herself on a platter.  All I thought about was how often you two probably had fucked, or could have fucked, and how obviously she wanted it if she hadn’t already gotten it.”  

He laughed as he spoke those words, realizing how dumb they sounded as they came out.  “This is so stupid...”  He shook his head, looking out at the lake one more time before turning to look at Damon again.  Truth be told they were both a mess, and it was hard not to be considering they obviously still felt so strongly for each other.  “You act like I’m never coming back here.”  He said with a chuckle, reaching up and cupping Damon’s chin in his free hand.  “I’m not gone forever, and the big city really can’t compare to Lima when Lima has you in it.”  He gave another genuine smile before leaning in for a soft kiss, just tender enough to not hold any real lust in it.  “I still love you too, by the way.  You think that just went away with a new city?  Because it didn’t, dummy.”  He chuckled, pressing his forehead against Damon’s.  “I still love you, a whole fucking lot, and since day one of the break up I’ve regretted it.”

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: We both know you cant stop at one kiss  Damon: So we wouldn’t cheat and hate eachother 

Brad: I feel the other night was the best example of that. Brad: yeah but now we just hate ourselves so did it really help?

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: Fine i can deal with that Damon: but i want that mouth on my cock.  Damon: Thats why i buy it 

Brad: I’ll kiss it once, does that count? 😘 Brad: Remind me why we broke up again?  You’re so cute for me. Brad: Never mind don’t answer that the answer is I was dumb.

[ballet-brad]

Rekindle

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Fuck he felt like he was sixteen and about to bust in shorts from some heavy petting. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was brad that was making him like this he would almost be embarrassed. He moaned as he watched the other given into the pleasure that was just his fingers. He knew he had to take his time, Even if brad had slept with other people Damon had a well above average cock that could hurt the most experienced person if he wasn’t careful. He sucked a dark mark onto the other’s chest as his fingers moved in and out looking for that spot that would make him moan even louder. “Gonna be thigh for this monster arent you baby.” He closed the sentence by rubbing his hard cock against the other’s thigh. “Gonna have to work you open agian show you how amazing it is to have me inside you.” He spoke as he found the spot he was searching for and pressed against it with a wicked smile. “You can go ahead and be loud neighbors are out town baby.” 

Brad whimpered out sinfully as Damon worked him over, the lips and teeth against his chest only adding to the sin he was feeling inside.  His tongue continued to dash out and lick at his lower lips as his hips rolled against the fingers.  He was doing everything in his power to help Damon find his spot, to remind him of who really pleasured him in ways he couldn’t describe with sheer words.  “Please.”  He begged softly, a clear sign that Brad was in a rare state of desperation.  He wasn’t usually the beggar type, something Damon knew, but on rare occasions when he’d been edged just right he caved.  Then his face contorted to pleasure as soon as Damon found the spot.  He didn’t even need to be told to be loud for the moan to leave his throat; a high pitched and needy whine that almost echoed through the apartment.  “Fuuuuuuck.”  His own cock leaked against his abs as he tried to recreate that moment again, to give him the briefest moment of eye rolling pleasure.  “Again.  Please.”

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: Hope you felt my eye roll  Damon: ima jump in the shower then

Brad: I’m preparing for a fucking this time so we won’t have to waste time prepping unless we want to.  Brad: And yes please you know I like the smell of your soap.

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: why so long  Damon: I got that peppermint one 

Brad: So I can try to find that outfit. Brad: and also to freshen up. Brad: perfect.  

[ballet-brad]

Party Hard

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Being Jealous over brad was new to him, and he couldn’t say he liked it all that much. Sure they had broken up knowing all to well how much they needed sex and being away was going to cause problems even if they did chose to go with a more open relationship. He had to admit he hated this side of him, but what could he do. He ignored the girl in his lap the best he could but to get her to ease off he had to do something. “Im good just thought of something that pissed me off.”  He spoke as his hand rubbed her thigh something he knew brad had seen. Two could play at this game. 

His ears perked up when he heard the question and moved the girl away as he leaned forward. He knew he was creating tension in the room but he really wanted to know what the answer was going to be. Joe who had know him almost as long as Brad had also was on the edge of his seat knowing how bad this could be. The smile on the dancers face and the way the blonde looked was not going to end well. “Cause i know i can fuck you better big dick or not.” He spoke with a cocky laugh. At that moment Damon saw red. stood up ready to fight but turned towards the balcony when he saw Joe move forward. “Im going for a fucking smoke don’t fucking follow me.” He spoke as slammed his patio door. 

As Damon got up and stormed off, Brad knew he’d have to be the one to go get him.  Nobody else in this room, except maybe Joe, would be able to go bother him without getting decked square in the face or chewed out.  He chewed on his lower lip before looking up at Eric and patting his face.  “You may want to get out of here now.  You did just insult him in front of his face in his home.”  He said with a warm smile, completely contradicting the tone as he got up and started over towards the patio.  Diane had tried to stop him, warning that he’d been told to be left alone.  Brad scoffed at her and kept walking, making his way out of the doors and onto the patio.

He found Damon on the far side, smoking a cigarette and looking away from the house.  It only made the dancer chew on his lower lip as he walked over to the male.  He stood next to Damon silently for a moment, just looking out at the view he had before reaching over and running his thumb over the back of Damon’s hand.  “You okay, itsy?”  He asked, turning to look at the male with a soft half smile on his face.

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: feet and legs it is  Damon: Im not those dancer shorts that your ass hangs out of are good.

Brad: Gimme half hour and I’ll be over.   Brad: Do you need oil?  Raw isn’t gonna feel good on my skin later.

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Damon: How about a back rub then bitsy.  Damon: Maybe this will help.  Damon: [Image}  Damon: Still a maybe? 

Brad: ... Make it a lower body rub because my thighs and calves are tense from dancing. Brad: and that... that definitely helps. Brad: I’ll see if I can find it.  Hopefully dad didn’t throw it away.

[ballet-brad]

Rekindle

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

Fuck the sight alone was too much for him. Sure he had only wanted to talk to him, but actions speak louder then words right? He was lost in the way the other looked how he felt under his hands and fuck his brain wasn’t able to from any coherent thought at that time. All he had was the primal thought to take brad and make him his. Sure he knew on some lever a part of the smaller boy was still his but the majority of him was lost to the the world know. He watched as his cock was pumped to life and his legs spread for him. He was getting everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter and he had no idea what to do with. He sat there dick in his hand like a virgin just looking at the naked boy on his bed. He let two fingers play with brad’s lips before he pushed them into the mouth watching him suck on them before he pulled the out and pushed them into his hole. Fuck he was about to bust out of his shorts. “Fell like a virgin again.” He spoke as he leaned over to kiss and suck at the neck and collar born his words hot aginst the skin. “Almost like the first time with you again.” He was a mess as he pumped the two figners in and out of his ass going slow and really opening him up as he searched for that button inside the other that would make him wild. His cock still hard and confined the wet spot growing bigger and bigger. 

Brad opened his mouth as Damon teased the fingers against his lips, making sure to coat them extra wet for his lover.  He knew he’d need to be prepped: he hadn’t really anticipated things going down like this and he was out of practice with taking cock in general, let alone one as big as Damon’s was.  The last thing he wanted was to be hurt and out of work for a week, though he’d gladly sit on a donut if it meant another night with his ex.  As soon as the two fingers slid into his hole, he gasped and arched lightly off the bed, which angled them perfectly to push in and almost against his prostate at first attempt.  He moaned out softly, almost a seductive purr as his whole body shivered and his hands roamed over his own body.  “Fuck... glad I’m this tight for you baby.”  He spoke, his mind overrun by pleasure.  “Can’t wait to feel that thick cock fuck into me again like the good old days.”  He closed his eyes and rolled his lower lip between his teeth, wanting to touch his own throbbing cock but knowing if he did he may just jerk himself into an orgasm from how good this whole thing felt.  He couldn’t cum until Damon was inside him though or else that would only make him hurt worse than he already would.  

[ballet-brad]

dammonschu:

DAmon: Come one bitsy please  Damon: ill wear my football jersey  Damon: Or my cop uniform 

Brad: Don’t use that name to sucker me in!  It’s not fair.

Brad: Fuck that’s a hard choice, literally.

Brad: Surprise me and MAYBE i’ll wear the maid uniform.  

Brad: MAYBE