Taking Care Of My Needs

During my teens I went to a summer camp. The boy on the top bunk kept rocking the bunk and I got up and asked him to stop. He was jacking off. Later that night he got off the bunk and got in my bunk and pressed his hard hot cock against me and grabbed mine and jerked me off. I sucked him after that and then he got back up into his bunk.

The rest of the week I sucked him every night and he jerked me off and I jerked him off until the last night when he got on my back but wasn't able to penetrate me. I went home cheated. And with a new look on life.

My next time was in college with another student majoring in Physics. Glasses, air head, curly blond hair and a hard, hard cock and he easily was able to penetrate. Not just that one time, a whole lot of other times. When I was with him I was always ready, whether to handle him, suck him or bottom for him. I never felt emotional or romantic, all I wanted was the sex part and I'm sure he felt the same way. I started dressing up as a girl so we could go out.

As an adjunct professor I have had many opportunities to get together with a student. But I never have, no matter how attracted to them I am. It's suicide academically and I keep those feelings bottled up. I dress up and go to this bar on the west side, where nasty old men pick up fairies and take them for a ride. I suggest my favorite spot, up the hill overlooking the ocean. For some reason being on the receiving end overlooking the ocean down below gives me a thrill. I wear heels and big skirt dresses, panties and bra, make up and a wig and always go out lubed and prepared for a night out under the stars.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I'm a fairy and I like to dress up and I like having a burly old man fuck me out in the open.