Hi, I'm Paddy, and this is my story.
I lived in off campus housing with three other guys. Two of them, Casey and Reed, were guys I'd known for a long time. But the third was a guy we found by posting an ad on campus so we could afford the rent.
He was a quiet guy who spent virtually all of his time in his room, or out studying. Otherwise he seemed more or less normal at first.
He had a daily routine that was as predictable as a clock. Every single morning we'd hear the music go on in his room, then the water in the bathroom, then he'd bolt out the door like he was late.
The front door always made the same rusty-hinge squeak, but Stu was the only one who slammed it.
One morning I was passing his room after he left, and his door, which he usually locked, was slightly ajar. I couldn't help myself - I peeked inside.
The room was a mess. Not unusual for college students. But there on the bed I saw the form of a girl lying in his bed.
He was the handsomest of us three so I never doubted that he could pick up a coed whenever he wanted. It was dark in there too so I couldn't make out any details.
An hour later I passed by the room again and she was still lying there in the same position. The strange thought crossed my mind that maybe she was dead.
I whispered through the door, "Hey, girl?" Nothing.
Then I tried, bolder, "Hey, girl? Don't you have classes to get to?" Still nothing.
I pushed open the door and with the light that spilled in I could see that she was blonde with long hair. When she still didn't respond I was sure he must've roofied some poor girl. I don't know why I thought that: maybe something about his personality.
I crept toward the bed. She was lying face down and the blankets covered her from her feet to just below her butt. She was wearing a gold satin cami that covered the rest of her slim and attractive body.
I shook the bed, but nothing.
That's when I really got worried. Flipping on the light, I went up to the girl and tentatively poked her shoulder, afraid of what I might discover.
But what I discovered was much more bizarre than what I'd imagined so far.
In his bed I found a full size realistic latex doll. It was very convincing.
Thinking to myself I pondered the situation: "Huh, a sex doll? Well, maybe it's not a sex doll? Only one way to find out." I peeled the blanket down a couple inches, and turned her cami up a couple inches...
That's when I saw the proof. The doll had sex parts. I could clearly see an asshole and a pussy.
More surprising was that the doll was freshly fucked in the ass and a tiny stream of cum was leaking out. It was a latex creampie, a lay-pie.
I'd never seen anyone's cum other than my own. I looked close. Then tentatively touched it. It was cold. Not exactly slippery and not exactly slimy. It was...interesting. I simply wiped it on the sheets.
My thoughts still meandered: "So my roommate is a sex fiend who likes to fuck dolls.
To each his own. I mean, who am I to judge: I like to put on my sister's panties and jerk off.
Truth be told I would put on other girl's panties too if I had access. I dream of buying my own collection. Really, it's not just panties...other lingerie would be a turn on too...maybe a lacy black teddy with a push up bra...
And I don't just jerk off in them. I'm what you would call a crossdresser. I'm straight except for the random gay thoughts that all guys have.
Snapping back to reality I admired the love doll for a few more minutes then put her back the way I'd found her.
A few hours later I was making lunch, it was my one day with no classes, when my mind wandered to the doll. More specifically, to the outfit she was wearing.
I counted the hours on the clock, and determining that Stu wouldn't be back for several hours, decided to go look.
In his room I caressed the smooth fabric. Oooh, it was niiice. Satiny. Silky. Sexy. I caressed the fake girl's bottom just to feel the camisole.
I ran my finger along the spaghetti straps imagining them looped over my shoulders, thinking, "It would fit me. Perfectly."
Running my hands under the doll I felt that the cami had a built in push up bra. The doll had pretty nice boobs too. But it was the gold cami that rocked my world.
"No one is home." I thought. "Not for a while anyway." Quickly I stripped the doll then put on the sexy unmentionables. I was right, it fit perfectly. I also discovered that the doll was a brunette and that Stu had put a blonde wig on her.
Standing in front of his mirror I tried on a wig for the first time. "Wow!" I said to my drag-self. "You look hot. You look like a girl! A girl with hairy legs, but I'd fuck you."
Running back to my room I grabbed a pair of my favorite panties and jerked off into them while gazing at my reflection. I fantasized that my roommates found me attractive and sexy.
With a beating heart, afraid I'd get caught, I put everything back the way I'd found it again. Then went about my day like nothing unusual at all had happened.
The next Tuesday Stu bolted out of there and, try as I might, I couldn't resist for more than ten minutes. A paperclip unlocked the door easily.
In the cami, I looked hot except for the legs. So I shaved everything from the waist down. And I mean EVERYTHING. I had pretty nice legs! And my now hairless butt looked quite feminine.
Back in Stu's room I was looking at myself in the mirror and was going to wank again when a new thought insinuated itself in my mind.
Examining the naked anatomically correct doll she looked pretty fuckable. Her asshole was abused and cum-filled but her pussy looked to be available.
I climbed on top and had my way with the unconscious raven haired beauty. Her pussy really did feel as good as the real thing.
Carefully I put everything back the way I'd found it and again went about my day.
Next Tuesday rolled around and I could barely wait to hear the front door slam as Stu rushed out.
But I did something different. Please don't judge me. But that day I had the urge to fuck the dolls creamy asshole.
It felt strange to sink my dick into a hole with another man's cum in it. The slimy goo bathed my dick, soaking into my skin. The kinkiness of it was stimulating beyond all belief.
I imagined his sperms surrounding my dick then going up my urethra searching for an egg, and for the first time in my life I wanted a guy to shoot his cum on me: on my face, in my mouth, even up my ass.
Pounding the rubbery asshole I remembered the time I'd fucked Tracy from chem class up her bum. She wasn't on the pill and refused to give up her puss. So I persuaded her to try the back door.
Tracy's soft buns jiggled every time I slammed her ass. In contrast, the doll's buns were firmer.
Both of the dolls' holes gripped my dick nicely. But just maybe Stu's cum made for better lube.
