TG - College. Last installment
Becoming Lexi 6
I headed off for college happy but confused. Was I a costumed gay man? Or was I the wrong gender? Or just simply a transvestite for whom dressing was a part of an otherwise pretty normal life.
I smuggled my aerobics star costume and wore It at college. It was very popular with the girls and I hooked up a couple of times, though nothing lasting.
My Junior year, two major events happened. First, I took a gender studies course. This helped me understand that gender and sexuality were not as binary as I thought. Most of the people taking the course were open or closeted gay men, or Lesbians, and a couple of transitioning transwomen. I didn't seem to fit in, and the professor asked me in a meeting why I was taking the course. I confided to her that I'd been a crossdresser for a long time and was very confused. She devoted one lecture to Transvestites and that led to a lively debate: are transvestites trans men or trans women, or simply sexual fetishists? But I said nothing.
The second was once again at Halloween, as this time I hooked up with a senior football player. He wasn't very good looking, but he was a huge, muscular guy, 6" taller than me and very happily drunk. We danced for a long time, including one slow dance where he put his hands around me. My boobs pressed against his chest as his hands caressed the smooth leotard and I put my arms around his neck. He dropped one hand to my butt but I reached down and pulled it back. My friends had left the party so he insisted on escorting me back to my dorm, almost formally, with my arm through his. We made small talk.
When we got back to my on-campus room, I unlocked the door and asked him in, as I didn't want anyone to see him there. I invited him to stay for a bit as we took off our coats. We sat down on the bed after I brought him a soda. I absently stroked his leg while we chatted. I wasn't sure anything would happen, but random as it was he'd been a lovely date.
As usual, that's just when I had to go pee. When I returned (after freshening up my lipstick and rearranging my junk so it didn't bulge) he was lying down on the bed with his eyes closed. I hopped on and straddled him, my arms on his shoulders. He was so muscular I couldn't resist touching him. He opened his eyes with my breasts looking big and luscious, my long blonde hair hanging down, and a smile. He pulled my face down to him and then slid his hands down to my butt.
I gave him my tongue and we kissed passionately. He pulled my hips back and down over his crotch, as my slippery leotard ground against his hardening tool. I pulled his shirt up and he took it off. My god what muscles! And a six pack ab. I slid down his body and kissed his abs, and then tounged his little nipples. I don't think anyone had done that before -- most guys don't think they are sensitive -- and he moaned in pleasure.
I continued down his body. I kissed his hard abs with increasing passion of my own. He was such a stud. I was between his legs, so I unbuckled his belt and then his pants. I slid to one side and he helped me pull them off, followed by his underwear. Now I had all of this naked stud monster to behold.
I gently cradled his balls and slid my fingers gently up to caress his cock. He was fully hard. I gave it a long lick and he moaned with pleasure. I kissed the top and then licked him again before some tongue play on the tip. He was obviously loving it.
Foreplay done, I lifted his cock and put it in my mouth. I began to suck it slowly, my pink lips up and down his shaft. When I sensed he was getting ready to climax, I slowed down to extend our love and he groaned again and caressed my hair.
After a couple times of this I increased my pace, taking him deep into my mouth, tounging his tip, faster and faster. He made a few little moans and his cock began to pulse and I got ready for his load. I wrapped my lips around his tip and he blasted his load into my mouth, three or four or five times. I sucked him until he was soft, then lay down next to him with his giant arm under my head. I absently ran my fingers up and down his chest. And then it was time for him to go.
He didn't seem to want to kiss me goodbye so we just hugged. We walked to the door and I opened it. And at that moment, my neighbors across the hall got the the top of the stairs. Too late to go back in the room: busted. He was well known on campus, and let's just say my makeup, hair and lipstick looked like I'd just been making out with someone for an hour. They looked at each other: everyone knew who he was. I blushed bright red and closed the door.
My neighbors never mentioned the incident, nor did I. We both avoided each other for the rest of the year. I would have hooked up with him after he graduated but he moved back to Texas.
That was the last time I crossdressed in college. My senior year was busy, I started dating a girl on campus, and I was focused on getting a job and starting my career. Lexi wouldn't come out to play for almost three years.