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Summer of '69 in '85
After our weekend of debauchery and having unloaded an enormous amount of
sperm into and on one another, our regular roommates returned and life had
to go back pretty much to normal as Mitchell and I were both still very
much in the closet. Occassionally we'd get a few minutes to make out or
maybe a quick blow or handjob, but never could get any privacy and then
Mitchell seemed to lose interest. I tracked him down a couple times when I
came home drunk & horny and I'd blow him but he'd never return the favor.
I started to feel like I was his little gay slut so I basically wrote him
off (but still kept a candle burning and would scope him all the time and
beat off every chance I could to him). Mitchell's cock was worth doing that
to as it was a good 4-5 inches flaccid and what seemed like 8 - 9 inches
hard and good & thick, about 1/2 again as thick as my own which is about 7"
when hard.
The regular school year ended and I remained on campus to work locally for
the Summer and take some classes. The dorms would essentially close for
the Summer but they would keep one open for a limited number of out of
state students. These rooms were hard to come by but I signed up anyway.
I was rejected and was pretty bummed but came to find out Mitchell had
gotten a room in this dorm because it was his sister's room and she was
going home for the Summer. I tracked Mitchell down and asked if I could
room with him and at first he said he really didn't want a roommate, but I
think he figured he'd have a good chance at a live in "mistress" when he
needed someone to service his cock, so he agreed.
Even sharing a room where we could lock the door and be completely off unto
ourselves, the sex was almost non-existent and I would often come back to
the room to find him in bed with one or more guys and they'd just keep at
it till they had all cum and Mitchell wouldn't even let me join in over the
protests of his bar friends. I would drop hints and dress very
suggestively, especially late at night, but except for watching a gay porn
together occassionally, it wasn't what I had hoped for and I knew Mitchell
knew this and was cockteasing me. I asked him straight out one day and he
fumbled around and bascially said the sex with me had become boring and
predictable. He had started to go to the gay bars more and was more turned
on by the leather scene and kinkier kinds of gay sex. I was ready to do
anything to get him back in bed on a regular basis and told him he should
get me exposed to some of the kinkier elements.
"I'm not sure if you'll like it," he said. "It can get kind of bizarre."
"Try me," I said defiantly (and a little desperately!)
"Let's watch a video and see what you think then," he said.
With that he produced a two hour long gay porno one of those compilation
types with about 6 or so half hour or so segments with different themes. I
was actually very turned on by some heavy leather, fisting, animal loving,
etc. segments and we groped pretty well to those. The next segment was
with shemales & tranvestites and I was completely enraptured. I had never
been exposed to much of that but soon all I wanted to do was be the
ultimate bottom female for Mitchell. My cock was raging and sensing this
Mitchell of course up and says he has to go out for a while.
Man was I pissed. After I jerked off and watched and rewatched the segment
with its obviously raging homosexuals dressed as women taking cock up the
ass, sucking cock, titty fucking, and masturbating their men, I decided I
would show Mitchell how creative I could be and end any boring sex.
I began ferreting through his sister's clothes stored in a couple
footlockers and as you'd expect she certainly didn't leave any sexy Summer
dresses, etc. behind - it was all her winter clothes. I remembered how
awesome Mitchell's mohair sweater had felt on my cock and found several
very soft and feminine sweaters of his sister Kelli's. Fortunately Kelli
was also tall but also was very well-endowed and was nice enough to leave
behind some of her 36D bras, a couple body suits, even some leftover
makeup.
I took a very long hot shower and shaved everywhere I could. I returned to
the room and put on some lipstick and blush and mascara, clipped on a black
lacy body suit and stuffed the ample cups with socks to approximate her
ample tits. Next came black tights and while I couldn't fit in any shoes
she left behind, my black high Doc Marten boots did just fine. The
crowning piece was a very soft, fuzzy oversized angora cowlneck sweater in
bright red that I had seen Kelli wearing as a tunic or dress over a mini
skirt. I wore it by itself over the bodysuit and its big fake tits and
loved the new me in the mirror.
I waited patiently and later on Mitchell returned and I greeted him in my
feminine attire. His jaw dropped and all he could say was "Wow!".
It obviously turned him on as he lost all previous cynicism. He
instinctively began fondling my fake tits and we french kissed while I
found his now throbbing cock. I pushed him onto the couch and began
blowing him like a nice she-slut, all the while my cock was raging under
the lacy bodysuit. He groaned as I worked his long thick cock and sighed
with ecstasy as the tall angora collar caressed the underside of his cock
with each slide of my head on his cock.
Soon the cum was dribbling out but he pulled out and pushed me down on the
couch and pushed up the sweater and freed my cock from the bodysuit and he
was blowing me! I was going crazy and begged him to slow down.
"Let me suck you too," I said. And with that we flipped ourselves into a
69 with Mitchell underneath and me on top. We were working the hell out of
each other and the next thing we knew we had company.
Being Summer time and with the shock of me in drag, neither of us thought
to lock the dorm room door. Looking down on us were four or five football
players on campus for summer conditioning. Their first comments were
congratulating Mitchell for having "a chick" doing you - "we thought you
were a little queer" - type comments but soon they realized my love stick
was also getting sucked and they then yanked us apart and started getting
violent.
They took turns holding us down and began to humiliate the fags and
proceeded to piss hot steamy post-bar urine all over us (though it actually
was a turn on for me and even though he protested Mitchell later said he
loved every minute of it, too). I was more worried that Kelli's extremely
expensive Ralph Lauren sweater dress was getting drenched in urine. They
were about to drag us out for a likely fag bashing but one clued in that
maybe we could have more use and then Mitchell and I were looking and 5 big
cocks all waiting to be sucked. We worked each until they each came at
least twice and they seemed to favor me as I at least looked like a woman
and soon I was absolutley coated in globs of hot, sticky cum. Next they
made Mitchell watch as two of them fucked me up the ass and it must have
lasted a couple hours as they had spewed all their cum on me earlier. I
was raw and in pain when they finally withdrew and left. Mitchell was so
comforting and we just held each other and cleaned each other up and didn't
worry about being in the closet again. We took our share of abuse, we were
the "homos" on campus, but were bascially left alone. Mitchell and I
roomed together our last two years in an off campus apartment in a Bohemian
neighborhood (certainly no one would have roomed on campus with us anyway)
but I did greatly expand my crossdressing abilities and when the mood
struck us I had a pretty decent wardrobe (and still do) to dress passably
and be Mitchell's date. We broke up after grad school and I haven't seen
him in quite a while, but even with getting busted, we enjoyed our coming
out Summer of '69 in 1985.
After our weekend of debauchery and having unloaded an enormous amount of
sperm into and on one another, our regular roommates returned and life had
to go back pretty much to normal as Mitchell and I were both still very
much in the closet. Occassionally we'd get a few minutes to make out or
maybe a quick blow or handjob, but never could get any privacy and then
Mitchell seemed to lose interest. I tracked him down a couple times when I
came home drunk & horny and I'd blow him but he'd never return the favor.
I started to feel like I was his little gay slut so I basically wrote him
off (but still kept a candle burning and would scope him all the time and
beat off every chance I could to him). Mitchell's cock was worth doing that
to as it was a good 4-5 inches flaccid and what seemed like 8 - 9 inches
hard and good & thick, about 1/2 again as thick as my own which is about 7"
when hard.
The regular school year ended and I remained on campus to work locally for
the Summer and take some classes. The dorms would essentially close for
the Summer but they would keep one open for a limited number of out of
state students. These rooms were hard to come by but I signed up anyway.
I was rejected and was pretty bummed but came to find out Mitchell had
gotten a room in this dorm because it was his sister's room and she was
going home for the Summer. I tracked Mitchell down and asked if I could
room with him and at first he said he really didn't want a roommate, but I
think he figured he'd have a good chance at a live in "mistress" when he
needed someone to service his cock, so he agreed.
Even sharing a room where we could lock the door and be completely off unto
ourselves, the sex was almost non-existent and I would often come back to
the room to find him in bed with one or more guys and they'd just keep at
it till they had all cum and Mitchell wouldn't even let me join in over the
protests of his bar friends. I would drop hints and dress very
suggestively, especially late at night, but except for watching a gay porn
together occassionally, it wasn't what I had hoped for and I knew Mitchell
knew this and was cockteasing me. I asked him straight out one day and he
fumbled around and bascially said the sex with me had become boring and
predictable. He had started to go to the gay bars more and was more turned
on by the leather scene and kinkier kinds of gay sex. I was ready to do
anything to get him back in bed on a regular basis and told him he should
get me exposed to some of the kinkier elements.
"I'm not sure if you'll like it," he said. "It can get kind of bizarre."
"Try me," I said defiantly (and a little desperately!)
"Let's watch a video and see what you think then," he said.
With that he produced a two hour long gay porno one of those compilation
types with about 6 or so half hour or so segments with different themes. I
was actually very turned on by some heavy leather, fisting, animal loving,
etc. segments and we groped pretty well to those. The next segment was
with shemales & tranvestites and I was completely enraptured. I had never
been exposed to much of that but soon all I wanted to do was be the
ultimate bottom female for Mitchell. My cock was raging and sensing this
Mitchell of course up and says he has to go out for a while.
Man was I pissed. After I jerked off and watched and rewatched the segment
with its obviously raging homosexuals dressed as women taking cock up the
ass, sucking cock, titty fucking, and masturbating their men, I decided I
would show Mitchell how creative I could be and end any boring sex.
I began ferreting through his sister's clothes stored in a couple
footlockers and as you'd expect she certainly didn't leave any sexy Summer
dresses, etc. behind - it was all her winter clothes. I remembered how
awesome Mitchell's mohair sweater had felt on my cock and found several
very soft and feminine sweaters of his sister Kelli's. Fortunately Kelli
was also tall but also was very well-endowed and was nice enough to leave
behind some of her 36D bras, a couple body suits, even some leftover
makeup.
I took a very long hot shower and shaved everywhere I could. I returned to
the room and put on some lipstick and blush and mascara, clipped on a black
lacy body suit and stuffed the ample cups with socks to approximate her
ample tits. Next came black tights and while I couldn't fit in any shoes
she left behind, my black high Doc Marten boots did just fine. The
crowning piece was a very soft, fuzzy oversized angora cowlneck sweater in
bright red that I had seen Kelli wearing as a tunic or dress over a mini
skirt. I wore it by itself over the bodysuit and its big fake tits and
loved the new me in the mirror.
I waited patiently and later on Mitchell returned and I greeted him in my
feminine attire. His jaw dropped and all he could say was "Wow!".
It obviously turned him on as he lost all previous cynicism. He
instinctively began fondling my fake tits and we french kissed while I
found his now throbbing cock. I pushed him onto the couch and began
blowing him like a nice she-slut, all the while my cock was raging under
the lacy bodysuit. He groaned as I worked his long thick cock and sighed
with ecstasy as the tall angora collar caressed the underside of his cock
with each slide of my head on his cock.
Soon the cum was dribbling out but he pulled out and pushed me down on the
couch and pushed up the sweater and freed my cock from the bodysuit and he
was blowing me! I was going crazy and begged him to slow down.
"Let me suck you too," I said. And with that we flipped ourselves into a
69 with Mitchell underneath and me on top. We were working the hell out of
each other and the next thing we knew we had company.
Being Summer time and with the shock of me in drag, neither of us thought
to lock the dorm room door. Looking down on us were four or five football
players on campus for summer conditioning. Their first comments were
congratulating Mitchell for having "a chick" doing you - "we thought you
were a little queer" - type comments but soon they realized my love stick
was also getting sucked and they then yanked us apart and started getting
violent.
They took turns holding us down and began to humiliate the fags and
proceeded to piss hot steamy post-bar urine all over us (though it actually
was a turn on for me and even though he protested Mitchell later said he
loved every minute of it, too). I was more worried that Kelli's extremely
expensive Ralph Lauren sweater dress was getting drenched in urine. They
were about to drag us out for a likely fag bashing but one clued in that
maybe we could have more use and then Mitchell and I were looking and 5 big
cocks all waiting to be sucked. We worked each until they each came at
least twice and they seemed to favor me as I at least looked like a woman
and soon I was absolutley coated in globs of hot, sticky cum. Next they
made Mitchell watch as two of them fucked me up the ass and it must have
lasted a couple hours as they had spewed all their cum on me earlier. I
was raw and in pain when they finally withdrew and left. Mitchell was so
comforting and we just held each other and cleaned each other up and didn't
worry about being in the closet again. We took our share of abuse, we were
the "homos" on campus, but were bascially left alone. Mitchell and I
roomed together our last two years in an off campus apartment in a Bohemian
neighborhood (certainly no one would have roomed on campus with us anyway)
but I did greatly expand my crossdressing abilities and when the mood
struck us I had a pretty decent wardrobe (and still do) to dress passably
and be Mitchell's date. We broke up after grad school and I haven't seen
him in quite a while, but even with getting busted, we enjoyed our coming
out Summer of '69 in 1985.
