Barracks Crossdresser (Non Fiction)

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Barracks Crossdresser (Non Fiction)This is a true story about my first time meeting up with a CD. Names and places are either omitted or vague intentionally. I had just got off work at my unit on Camp Lejeune. I was in my truck, still dressed in my cammies, and I was horny as hell. I was idly browsing my phone, seeing if anyone around me felt the same way. On CL personals (RIP) I saw the usual ads for mostly older men offering up their mouths for anyone willing to stop by. I scrolled past. I had nothing against that, in fact my first encounter with another male had been one such ad to meet in his car. But I wanted something else, I just wasn’t sure what. Then I saw the ad I answered. “23 military guy wanting someone to come by my barracks room on Lejeune. Not too picky on type but prefer military. If you’re into it, I like to dress.” I was immediately intrigued and answered. I’d never met another military guy, and not in his barracks room to boot. In an email or two I had a building and room number. I parked at the barracks, just a block away from my unit. I wouldn’t be insanely out of place being there in my uniform, but anyone that lived there would know I didn’t, and could ask uncomfortable questions I wouldn’t have a good answer to. Luckily, on my way up, nobody was out on the catwalk. I knocked on canlı bahis şirketleri the door to the designated room. It cracked open and it was dark inside. I quickly slipped in and locked the door behind me. My eyes adjusted enough to see a slim guy with Hispanic features, dark hair and eyes, olive skin and a smaller build than me. He was about 5′ 7″ I would guess, maybe 145 lbs. He was wearing little, just a pair of green “silkies”. “Hey, glad you came.. um, if you wanna get ready I’ll go dress, if you’d like..?” He said.”Absolutely, go ahead.” I replied. He slipped into the bathroom silently. I quickly stripped off my cammies and boots, and finally my black briefs too. I stood naked at the edge of the rooms one bed in the semi darkness, and I felt my 6.5 inch, uncut cock stiffen almost instantly in anticipation of my prize in the bathroom. A few minutes passed, and then the door opened. The bathroom light was on, illuminating the room better but dimly. The slim Marine had disappeared and in his place stood a smooth, dark haired babe. He’d put on a black wig down to his shoulders in waves, and sported a full lingerie set. It was pink, with white lace on the trim. He had a bra, pink sheer stockings, a garter belt attached to them, and pink, lacy panties without a crotch. The only masculine canlı kaçak iddaa thing left about him was his exposed penis, which was hardened and sticking straight out above his small balls. He was smaller, maybe 5 inches, and circumcised. He wordlessly moved to the bed and sat down with a feminine sigh. I instinctively stepped in front of him, and he buried his face in my groin, and my erection vanished in his mouth with wet sucking sounds. I gripped the back of his head gently as he serviced me. If only his co-workers saw this scene. The Marine they knew, feminized and wearing lingerie, with another man’s cock in his mouth!He was a talented cock sucker, stroking my balls as he eagerly submitted his mouth to me. After a few minutes, he drew me out of his mouth, his saliva running from his chin and my cock, and he lay back on his bed. I knew what he wanted. He spread his legs. The crotchless pink underwear left both “her” pussy and penis exposed fully. I gripped his small erection and gently stroked it. He moaned, and I moved between his stocking covered legs. I pressed the tip of my throbbing manhood to his smooth opening. I looked up and he nodded to me. I thrust gently, and the head disappeared into his most private area. He sighed, and I slid myself in slowly, very gently. His saliva was the canlı kaçak bahis only lubricant, and I didn’t want to hurt him. Inch after inch pressed it’s way into him, and then my balls finally squeezed against the fabric of his pretty pink panties. In both of our minds, “he” had become “she.” I rested my weight on top of her. My hips rocked and my fully erect cock began pistoning in and out of her pussy. She moaned as I violated her. Soft slapping sounds and her moans were the only sounds in his barracks room. I reached under to stroke her penis, and it was wet to the touch from her precum. Without warning, she leaned up and kissed me, fully and with an open mouth. I had never kissed a man before, it never had been a turn on for me. But I kissed her back, surprising myself at how passionately I did so. Our tongues interlocked as I stroked her and fucked her. Without much warning, she shuttered and my hand was suddenly wet and sticky. She writhed as she emptied her cute little balls onto her tummy and my hand. I released her penis and gripped the side of her ribs with both hands. I started thrusting hard, pumping my thick cock into her faster and harder. She moaned and grimaced, and after about three minutes, I withdrew myself and exploded an enormous burst of cum onto her body, covering her softening cock, belly and chest. We both collapsed and lay in our collective sperm, and then I rose. We cleaned up, and I quickly put my uniform back on and after a kiss, I slipped away.(The pictures are comparable to what she was wearing during the encounter.)

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