I work part-time in one of the rehearsal room buildings at my college. The theater and dance groups sign up for time in the rooms and I'm there to more or less keep order. It is boring, unless you like watching guys in tights. And I do, so it's not.

Last weekend a guy had signed up for rehearsal time alone in one of the dance rooms. It was early on a Saturday so I had to let him into the building and walk him upstairs. He was short, real cute, with curly blonde hair. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and high tops, but I still could tell he had a pretty nice body, even under all that. Got a nice look at his ass on the way up the stairs.

I let him into the rehearsal room and switched on the lights. He asked where the locker rooms were, and I told him they were two flights up. "Fuck," he muttered, and headed for the stairs again. But I told him there was nobody else around, so he could just as well change here. "I don't care," he said, and kicked off his sneakers.

I got to see more and more of him as he pulled his sweatshirt off. Real nice upper body, broad smooth shoulders with pretty big biceps. He had a nice taper too. And fuck, the butt on this guy! He pulled his jeans down and I saw this awesome, muscular ass in tight white jockeys. Those came off next and he put his dance belt on. It was flesh-colored and he pulled it up snug between his smooth asscheeks. Man, I wish I was that dance belt!

He sat down on a chair and pulled his socks off. Then he took his tights out of his bag and put them on, first one foot then the other. His feet and slender legs looked great in those black nylon tights. The tights were the kind that form a leotard on top, with tank-style shoulder straps. He stood up and pulled the tights up snug between his legs, then sat back down to put his slippers on. There's a little lace on ballet shoes, that runs around the edge of the shoe and ties in front. One of them had a knot in it, and he cursed as he struggled to get it undone. That's when I jumped. I offered to help him with the knot, kneeling down at his nylon-sheathed feet. When I got the knot undone I slipped the shoe onto his foot until he said, "I'll take it from here." When he was done he gave me a little smirk, like he knew I was hot for him.

I watched him dance for two hours, with this hardon in my jeans. I got a clean towel from my own gym bag and brought it to him when he was done. He had that smirk again, and he grabbed it from me and started wiping his forehead, his chest and pit with it. Then he turned around and threw it at me, right in my face. Fuck, this guy was turning me on!

I was trying to sniff in his sweat from the towel and he had done back over to the chair where he changed. He had one foot straight out in front of him, with his arms folded across his chest and this real arrogant smirk on his face. "I'm waiting," he said, like he was teasing me.

I walked over to him and knelt in front of his foot. Then I unlaced his ballet slipper and slid it off his foot. His foot, sheathed in nylon, was a little damp from sweat. I held his foot a little longer than I needed to before putting it down and reaching for the other slipper. When I had that slipper off, he rubbed his nyloned foot in my face. That was all I needed. I grabbed his other foot and rubbed it hard against the bulge in my jeans, then sucked his toes into my mouth.

He was pulling the top of his tights down, rubbing his own crotch. Then he grabbed my head and pulled it onto the sweaty bulge in his tights. I mouthed it while he pushed my head down on it and pulled my hair. Then he stood up and pulled his tights farther down, then pulled his dance belt down. His cock was salty and I sucked it into my mouth while he ran his hands through my hair. I was rubbing myself through my jeans while blowing him, and getting real close. He came pretty quick, and held my mouth on it while he pulsed into me. I let his come slide over my tongue and swallowed it, and came in my jeans at the same time.

After that, he changed and got ready to leave. He gave my damp crotch a squeeze and said, "See you around, man." Then he was gone, and I had a sticky wet cock in my underwear all day.