Chapter Two-New love
We both got up early and looking at each other and around the still silent dorm, smiled, then laughed.
"You too Jay!"
"Yeah, I'm an early riser my friend, always like being first up and first to get going."
"Looks like we have something in common, other than the obvious," and he smiled looking at my erect cock, straining the thin fabric of my bikini underwear.
"You really are beautiful Jay. I can stare at that all day and dream of what it will be like. Once we get our room, the fun will begin!"
He smiled that delicious smile, that made his eyes crinkle and his soft mouth turn up sweetly.
"You're beautiful Chris, but I think we should be careful of Jean Paul. Let's get the room and not draw attention to ourselves. Maybe he'll back off?"
"I like someone who thinks ahead Jay. Good plan," he said looking around the room, he leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
My friend Chris was a dream come true. He was so open and honest about everything, it made my heart melt and bristle with excitement.
We made a plan that I would register the room names as Jean Paul seemed to have his eye on Chris. I went to the registers office and signed our names and retrieved a key for each of us, along with a manual on rules and a set of towels, soaps and shampoos.
"You're the first! Congratulations on making a friend and a connection. Some of our students have become friends for life after studying here. I'm happy for you."
The registrar's name was Gary and he was a bit chubby, with a beard and twinkling green eyes. He was very friendly and very observant.
"Well you have a great day Jay and if you ever need anything, you come see me."
"Thanks Gary, I'll do that. You're a great help."
"Jay, this place can be rough okay, so watch your back and I mean it, if you need help with anything or someone to talk to, I'm here and I'm here for the students too, if you know what I mean."
I looked puzzled and he said,
"I'm here as a friend Jay or like a big brother, who will watch out for you. That kind of thing okay?"
I smiled and thanked him and as I walked away I began to wonder what kind of place this really was. I didn't like the feeling I was getting and decided that I would be very careful and cautious and watch out for Chris too. He was so sensitive and beautiful inside and out, I didn't want anything to happen to him. Already I was very protective of him.
I was hopeful today would be a great day dancing with my love, but little did I know what was to come. If I did, my light steps, would be filled with dread and apprehension.
We had breakfast at 7 and our first math class in the morning from 8-10.
Training from 10-12
Lunch 12-1
Rest period-1:00-1:30
Advanced Dance Instruction-1:30-4
4-5-Science
5-6-Dinner
6-8-study hall
8-9:30-free time
9:30-10-prep for bed
10-lights our
Our subjects rotated every day-math and science day one
English and History day two
Next semester we had our choice of options-Art, Photography or media
Geography, Finance and French made up the rest
It was a tough schedule with very demanding teachers. We were warned that dance stopped if our grades went below 70 and we could be asked to leave if they dropped below that. Study hall was to be used every day if we were to survive. If your homework was completed, you could book a room for dance practice.
The morning went well and we made our way to training, all of us stiff from the day before and dreading this class after Jean Paul's warning.
We entered the room and were surprised to find it wasn't him. Our instructor was a woman, a former marine, who was tough, fair and funny. Her name was Julia Vandyke but insisted on us calling her Vandyke. She was built like a powerhouse, about 5'7, powerful sinewy legs, and a perfectly shaped torso, with a flat stomach and ripped arms. I couldn't get over her biceps and forearm definition. She was a piece of art.
"Morning boys! I imagine you're all a bit sore and also relieved not to see Jean Paul. Don't worry, he'll have lots for you this afternoon. Today we are going to work on loosening you up and strengthening your tendons and micro muscles. The workout is hard, but designed to keep you lean and strong."
She was right it was hard, but really good. I felt myself loosening up after the first 30 of slow deep yoga stretches. We moved into Pilates, isometric holds and ended with partner plyometrics. Chris and I pushed each hard and Vandyke noticed.
She walked by and just nodded at us. We both smiled and worked even harder. I felt so good after her class. I was super pumped and looking forward to dance, even though I was nervous. My body felt lean and supple.
Jean Paul was all business, he had white tights and a black t shirt on and was already sweating when we arrived. The man was an Adonis. His legs rippled and were the perfect dancers legs, lean and strong. He seemed to have a look of grim determination. His classes were legendary for weeding out weak dancers in the first month of school. Almost a 40 percent drop out rate from students who simply couldn't take the incredibly difficult and demanding classes. I was determined not to buckle. Like Chris I enjoyed a rigorous workout and was happiest when dancing. It was when I felt truly free and alive.
Today something seemed ominous. The room felt heavy.
"Line-up and get moving. You guys have to learn when you're here you're moving. If you want to stand around, there are street corners all over the world waiting for losers and washouts to stand around. Don't ever make the mistake of coming here like you own this space. You don't own anything when you are with me."
He began pacing up and down, intense focus, brows furrowed.
"I'm not feeling a sense of passion and determination from you at all. I feel entitlement and superiority. Do you know what makes a great dancer? Pain makes a great dancer. Any asshole can jump around in tights. Brilliant dancers eat pain for breakfast, so in pursuit of your imminent brilliance, today I bring you pain!"
I watched in shock as he glared straight at Chris after he said it. I saw Chris turn red with embarrassment and found myself burning with protective anger. I had to stay calm or it would make it worse.
"I want 1000 spilt jumps around the room. Height and form must be perfect. Go and make every one look like a finale or I'll make you do it till you collapse."
This was insane, but I knew if we floundered or weakened we were doomed. The whole class was like this. Ridiculous reps and forms repeated over and over. We were so drained at the end, I could barely focus on what he was saying.
Again he paced the floor like an enraged lion.
"You all disgust me, but in particular some of you make me want to scream. You don't know what an opportunity you have and I'll make you recognize it, whether you like it or not. Chris and Jay stay behind, the rest of you can go."
We stood wondering what was going to happen when the legend caught us completely off guard.
He walked toward us and said come here.
He put his arms around us and looked deep into our eyes.