My First Time Cosplaying Led to My First Time Roleplay Fucking [FM]

Considering I [M21] spent my teen years performing musical theatre, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Sure, stage work led to many of my sexual experiences, but none of them involved roleplay. No, it took my twenty-one-year-old dumb ass deciding to try out cosplay to wander down that particular road.

Here’s what happened.

In 2015, I spent the weekend at a major comic con dressed as Jack Frost from *Rise of the Guardians*. Every booth, each floor, the entire complex was packed with amazing costumes and incredible people and to this day I’m still impressed by how wonderfully kind and social everyone I met was. Literally left with stories that I’ll keep with me forever. That’s all beside the point, but if it dispels a few stereotypes for even one reader, it was worth the blurb.

My girlfriend [F18] went to a university nearby the convention center, so I made plans to visit her afterwards. Good thing, too, because after spending a weekend surrounded by gorgeous cosplay models (another con perk), I was horny as hell. She wanted to see the costume, and I hadn’t brought any other clothes because honestly Jack basically wore cuffed chinos and a bitchin’ hoodie, so when I arrived at her dorm, I just embraced the weird stares from the RA on lobby duty. Apparently, white hair is not normal for my age.

My girlfriend loved it. She told me that I looked exactly like the movie, which was sweet, but she was always supportive, so I took it with a grain of salt. She steered me back to her room and locked us inside. She insisted that I model the costume for her. I wasn’t sure how spinning in a circle and striking poses was any different than just showing her the damn thing, but we were alone, and my dignity had long left me, so I obeyed, throwing her my best Zoolander.

Her requests started innocently enough, but they quickly turned lewder, and then I was rubbing myself through my pants while she watched my bulge grow. At this point I knew without a doubt I was going to get laid. It didn’t even bother me that her entire floor was gathered less than twenty feet away because they were throwing some honors event, and her room was the closest one to the communal space.

She sat me at her desk chair and knelt between my legs, her fingers trailing closer and closer to my erection. I couldn’t help but chuckle, because even though she was obviously as horny as I was, she still seemed just as interested in the costume as she was in getting fucked. Her hands frequently stopped groping me to trace some small detail that I’d built into the fabric. She leaned in, her face inches from my now throbbing cock. Never breaking eye contact, she nipped my head through my pants.

Then, with my trapped cock next to her lips, she began to describe what she wanted to do me in vivid detail, what she wanted *me* to do to her, except… she didn’t call me by my name. She called me Jack. Full disclosure, it wasn’t exactly a turn off, but the idea didn’t really do anything for me. That being said, I was willing to try anything at least once, so I rolled with it. She refused to let me stand up or take off any part of the costume. Instead, she straddled me in the desk chair, grinding hard enough to start a fire, whispering in my ear about how excited she was to fuck Jack Frost.

When she commanded me to kiss her, I was all too eager. We made out while she dry-humped me. I felt a wet spot growing from my tip as precum spread in earnest. I remember snapping, then; I’d been subservient long enough. I ripped her shirt over her head, the collar catching on her nose. She purred and writhed with excitement as her sports bra went the same way of her shirt. I loved the way her massive tits bounced when they were released, the way her pale nipples felt between my teeth.

I pushed her to the ground and sucked on her tits so hard that I left bruises on her soft white skin. She moaned Jack’s name and begged me to keep going. I trailed kisses down her quivering stomach while I pulled her sweats down her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through, and it clung to her shaven lips. Taking a leaf from her book, I kept my eyes on hers as I pressed my tongue and the wet fabric into her.

I devoured her pussy, shoving the panties to the side and only coming up for air and to press my teeth into the thick of her thighs. My white hairspray rubbed off on her, leaving streaks on her legs and mound. She pressed a hand to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, although even the muffled sound was enough for anyone nearby to hear. Her guttural cries were laced with my new name, which she kept moaning, over and over again. Her legs began to buck against my shoulders as she came under my tongue.

When the spasms ended, she collapsed, breathless. While she lay there, I unzipped my pants, but before I could pull them off, she stopped me, her hand grabbing my wrist. She whispered, pleadingly, for me to keep them on while I fucked her, so instead of removing them, I just pushed them down far enough that my cock could finally sprung free. I didn’t waste any more time. In one fluid motion, I fell against her chest, pressed my mouth to her neck, and plunged myself to the hilt inside of her.

She gasped my new name, but I barely heard her. For a moment, I basked in the feel of her. The goosebumps on her neck from my breath. Her stiff nipples pressing through the hoodie and into my chest. The perfect, engulfing warmth of her pussy, squeezing me gently as she moved. I wrapped an arm around her lower back and pressed her closer. The other, braced above her shoulder, dug its fingers her hair, possessively.

Then I fucked her. There was no build up, no tenderness, not this time. I pumped my cock into her as fast as I could, each thrust lifting her ass off the ground before it fell back with a loud smack that rattled the furniture. She tried to scream my new name, but her words were reduced to half sounds as I pounded her. I slipped the arm that was wrapped around her lower back down towards her ass, squeezing a cheek to let her know where I was before shoving two fingers deep into her pussy. I loved doing this, feeling my shaft covered in her wetness. She also knew what came next. Once my fingers were thoroughly coated, I pulled them out and pushed them into her asshole.

I stopped sucking on her neck so I could take in her expression. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were closed shut. I assumed it was a good sign. I held her in place, my fingers latched into her asshole while I continued to fuck her. I knew I couldn’t keep this pace up forever, but I didn’t need forever, I just needed her. My thrusts became more desperate as I felt the cum rising. She felt it too. She begged me to fill her, for *Jack* to fill her with his hot cum. So, I did, my body seizing in pleasure as I shot my load deep into her.

As I pulled out and took stock of how filthy my only pair of pants were, she fingered herself, probably trying to gauge how much mess she would need to clean up. Right as I went off to the bathroom to tidy myself, she thanked me. Well, she thanked Jack.

Guess I should thank Jack, too, huh?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lhwc72/my_first_time_cosplaying_led_to_my_first_time