Oz Beach Boy's Sexy Cosplay Fun

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

This is an entry in the 2024 LITEROTICA GEEK PRIDE STORY EVENT, so I'd really appreciate it if you could take the time to leave a score. This story features my recurring character Matt (a muscular, well-hung, twenty-something male exhibitionist) enjoying a little cosplay sex at a pop culture convention. This story features CFNM, female-of-male body worship, mild humiliation, and sexual intercourse. All characters are over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. I am endeavouring to write a CFNM "Oz Beach Boy" story in every Literotica category. This entry: "Erotic Couplings".

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It was a mild autumn day in Sydney, Australia. I looked at my near-naked body in the full-length mirror of my bedroom, and felt a nervous shiver rocket up my spine. Could I really walk around like this again? With people looking right at me? And this time, I'd be on my own...

I was dressed...though the term

dressed

was perhaps a little misleading...as Ka-Zar, Lord Of The Savage Land. Ka-Zar is a Tarzan-style minor character from Marvel Comics yet to make the move to the big screen, and he's barely known outside of very serious comic-book circles. A jungle-style wild-man adventurer roaming a mythical land of dinosaurs, sabretooth tigers, ape-men, and other bizarre creatures, Ka-Zar's costume is nearly as small as his fan-base.

A lengthy, blonde wig covered my longish, sandy brown hair; a necklace of sharp, white, (obviously) fake dinosaur teeth hung around my neck; and thick leather bands were strapped tightly around my wrists. My heavily muscled, smoothly waxed torso and arms were completely bare, as were my legs. On my feet were soft fur boots, which extended up most of the length of my calves.

Most dramatically and strikingly, my groin was covered only by a dark brown, faux-fur loincloth. My huge cock and balls were tucked into a cotton, underwear-like pouch underneath, so I thankfully wasn't just swinging free beneath. The loincloth was connected at the sides by two thick strips of faux-fur fabric, almost like a modest woman's bikini bottoms. At my hip was a large plastic knife in a leather sheath.

I was, indeed, very much on display. I usually enjoy showing off my heavily muscled body, but that's for solely sexual reasons. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm a raging sex addict. I'm a narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist in my twenties who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body as ripped and muscular as I can, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.

I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy's Exhibitionism Essay"]

This situation, however, was a little different. I wasn't singularly showing off my body as a means to get sex, though if that happened, I would definitely be up for it. I was dressed as Ka-Zar, Lord Of The Savage Land because I was about to head off to The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, where I planned to mix it up with fellow fans and have a good time...for once, sex was only a secondary entry on my agenda.

I was also going to The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo as a means to recapture some of the excitement and geeky passion I'd shared with my ex-girlfriend, Odessa Prince. Odessa was my first ever serious girlfriend, and we were together for several happy, wonderful, monogamous months, spending much time in each other's company, and really enjoying our mutual connection.

Odessa Prince very sadly left me, however, to care for her unwell mother in the US, which was wholly understandable, but when she wouldn't let me go with her, I was fucking gutted. I didn't want to break up with Odessa, but my perverted sex life and bizarre, kinky desires weren't a part of her imagined new life as carer and one-person support system in the US. It was over, and I was out.

Odessa Prince was -- in the absolute best way possible -- a complete and utter geek. She loved and obsessed over comic-books, movies, TV shows, sci-fi, horror, fantasy and all manner of literature. Odessa wrote fan and fantasy fiction for various websites (sometimes very sexy and often inspired by the sight of my nude, muscular body), and even made a little money on the side doing paid cosplay work, usually dressed up as DC's iconic superhero Wonder Woman.

Odessa was not only beautifully statuesque, but she also bore a striking resemblance to Lynda Carter, the gorgeous actress who famously played Wonder Woman in the old TV show from the 1970s. This made my ex-girlfriend a very hot property in the world of cosplay, and she got a lot of work both at conventions and online. Odessa was very, very popular, especially with male fans...for very obvious reasons.

During our happy time together, Odessa also succeeded in turning me into something of a geek too, though I resided several levels below her in terms of knowledge and experience. While I'd always enjoyed The Marvel Cinematic Universe, and other superhero and sci-fi films and TV shows, Odessa encouraged me to go deeper, and explore some other properties.

Pretty soon, under Odessa's expert tutelage, I was hooked on

The Boys

,

The Doom Patrol

and

The Umbrella Academy

, along with all of the elements of the

Star Wars

and Marvel universes. I also added online comic-books to my pre-existing love of the WWE as a huge source of entertainment.

I was certainly no major player in the world of cosplay like Odessa was, but the idea of getting dressed up as Ka-Zar again was definitely exciting to me. Odessa and I had gone in full costume as Ka-Zar and Wonder Woman to The Halloween Fest Pop Culture Convention together the previous year, and I had a great time there...even though I ended up totally naked and slightly humiliated. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Nude At Halloween Fest"]

Despite my occasionally terrifying nude experience at The Halloween Fest Pop Culture Convention, I was ready to throw myself into the expected geek maelstrom of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, which was being held in a huge hall in Sydney's western suburbs, a different venue to The Halloween Fest Pop Culture Convention, which was held a little closer to my home near the coast.

Boasting guests including

Late Night With The Devil

star David Dastmalchian,

Talk To Me

directors Danny and Michael Philippou, Aussie horror icon John Jarratt, American cult stars Barbara Crampton and Bill Moseley,

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

' Celia Rose Gooding, MCU minor regular Maximilliano Hernandez, and many, many more, The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo certainly looked like a lot of fun indeed. I was excited, and it made me sweetly nostalgic for Odessa too.

I threw on an overcoat, jumped in my car, and took the hour-long drive to the exhibition centre venue in Sydney's western suburbs. I found a parking spot about ten minutes' walk from the venue, and quickly paced my way there, my near-nude body thankfully covered up by my overcoat.

As advertised on the expo website, there was thankfully a cloakroom where I could leave my overcoat and wallet, while I planned to keep my keys and phone tucked into my ridiculous fur boots for safekeeping.

"Thanks very much," said the young twenty-something girl in the cloakroom when I shrugged off my overcoat and handed it to her. "You look amazing...I wasn't expecting anyone cosplaying as Tarzan. It's retro...cool shit, bro', I like it."

"Um, I'm not Tarzan," I responded, in all likelihood not for the last time that day. "I'm Ka-Zar, Lord Of The Savage Land...y'know, from Marvel Comics?"

"Oh, yeah," the girl replied. "The dude with the sabretooth tiger? Ka-Zar tangled with The X-Men and Spider-Man, right?"

"That's him," I replied. "You know your stuff, huh?"

"It comes with the territory," the cloakroom girl said, and then looked me up and down. "Do you wanna check anything else in? Your loincloth, perhaps?"

"Very funny," I responded, slightly alarmed that I was being sexually harassed before I'd even walked in the door. "No, I think I'll need that."

"That's too bad," the cloakroom girl said with a wink, and then looked right at my crotch. "I wouldn't mind seeing what's under there...I bet it's really...super."

"You never know," I said with a smile as the cloakroom girl handed me my ticket, which I tucked into my boot, "it may very well be my secret super power, yeah."

"Well, Ka-Zar would need it," the cloakroom girl said with a laugh as I walked away, "because he hasn't got much else."

"Ka-Zar rules," I said over my shoulder.

The smartarse cloakroom girl was, however, correct: Ka-Zar didn't have any true super powers to speak of, but he was a very cool, minor Marvel Comics character, and I was a fan. I could have cosplayed as Captain America or Thor, or someone else more high profile, but there was just something about Ka-Zar...he most likely appealed to the rampaging exhibitionist in me too.

I showed my ticket, and then excitedly walked through the main entranceway onto the floor of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, where I was instantly comforted by the sight of hordes of other people in costume. Straight away, I saw highly impressive approximations of various superheroes and movie figures, along with characters from

Star Wars

,

Star Trek

,

Stranger Things

,

Game Of Thrones

and many, many more.

"Oooooh, nice," cooed a woman dressed as Black Widow as she walked past me, looking at my washboard abs. "We should get you to join The Avengers, muscles."

"Anytime," I responded as she glided stylishly away. "Anytime..."

Getting looks left, right and centre, I walked slowly around the convention floor, checking out the other cosplayers and staring at the huge array of merchant stalls. I flicked through comic-books, peered at collectibles, and tried not to stare too obviously at the variety of scantily clad women in barely-there fantasy-type wear...the last thing I needed was an erection in my loincloth.

"Hey, can we get a photo?" came a female voice from behind me. "We love Conan The Barbarian and shit like that."

I turned to see three girls, likely in their early twenties, looking up at me. They all had dyed black hair, dark eye make-up, pale skin, and matching heavy metal t-shirts: one Slipknot, one Pantera, and one Killswitch Engage. They also had -- I couldn't help noticing -- surprisingly large breasts underneath those baggy, ill-fitting heavy metal t-shirts.

"Oh, I'm not Conan," I responded with a frown. "I'm Ka-Zar, The Lord Of The Savage Land...from Marvel."

"Well, you're a guy with a hot rig in a loincloth," said Slipknot Girl. "I don't care who you're supposed to be. Can we get a photo?"

"You take one of us with Ka-Zar here," said Pantera Girl to Killswitch Engage Girl. "Get a nice shot...we'll put it on our Insta."

"Okay, no worries, bitch," replied Killswitch Engage Girl, and then looked right up at me. "You get in between them, Ka-Zar...like the Marvel meat in a sandwich with two metal-heads for bread."

"Alright, no problem," I said, and then maneuvered myself between Slipknot Girl and Pantera Girl.

I gently put my arms around the shoulders of the two female metal-heads, who weren't exactly backwards in coming forwards. Their hands were instantly all over my chest and abs, their fingers brushing over my smoothly waxed skin, feeling the deep ridges of my muscles. I absolutely love being touched up and groped, so it was an enormous turn-on having these two girls all over me.

"Oooooh, he's hard as a rock," said Slipknot Girl with a cackle. "He's hard as a fucking rock!"

"The abs!" added Pantera Girl. "They're like stone! No wonder he's walking around in a loincloth! He should just go nude!"

We posed for a series of photos, and Killswitch Engage Girl popped off a bunch of shots while her two friends smiled and stood with their hands resting on my pecs, just stopping short of tweaking my nipples. I shivered slightly with pleasure, and surreptitiously pumped my fists to make my biceps bulge while the girls felt me up.

"Do you reckon he's got anything on underneath the loincloth?" asked Slipknot Girl curiously. "Like, undies or something? Or do you reckon his dick's just hanging there?"

"I don't know," replied Pantera Girl. "What do Scottish dudes have on under their kilts? It's the same sort of thing."

"Have a look!" added Killswitch Engage Girl with a big laugh. "Check it out! Get under there, bitches!"

"Hey...what?" I said in surprise. "Wait..."

Before I could do anything, the girls on either side of me started pulling up the edges of my loincloth to look underneath it. Feeling like a girl in a mini-skirt being sexually harassed, I flinched and pulled away, but the heavy metal fans worked together to get the faux-fur up over my crotch, revealing the very thin cotton pouch underneath, which they immediately started grabbing at.

"It's like underpants," said Pantera Girl with a giggle, and then looked at my flaccid cock, which was clearly outlined in the thin cotton pouch. "I can see it though...I can see his dick! I'm gonna grab it!"

"Hey, you can't just grab my penis," I said as the laughing Pantera Girl reached down and got a good hold of my big, thick, flaccid cock. "Hey, don't..."

"Oh, behave!" said a guy dressed as Austin Powers as he walked past us with a goofy, fake-snaggle-toothed smile. "Please!"

"Let go of that white boy's johnson," said the very sexy woman next to him dressed as Foxxy Cleopatra. "This ain't that kind of place, sugar!"

Suitably scolded and shaken out of their inappropriate sexual fever, Pantera Girl and Slipknot Girl let me go, and I slipped from their grasp while Killswitch Engage Girl snapped off a few more photos with her phone camera. I felt myself stiffen a little in my thin cotton pouch as the three female heavy metal fans all laughed while unashamedly checking me out.

"See ya later, Ka-Zar," said Killswitch Engage Girl. "Be careful out there! Don't lose your loincloth!"

I smiled, shook my head, and then walked off. A couple of seconds after re-entering the heaving fray of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, I felt the unmistakable sensation of my butt being grabbed. I felt small, nimble fingers plucking at the muscled flesh of my arse through the faux-fur of my loincloth. I quickly looked around, shocked that I was being groped again so soon.

"Sorry, I couldn't control myself," said a very attractive young woman cosplaying as Ahsoka from the

Star Wars

TV series. "I'd like to use The Force to flick off all your clothes...if you can even call those clothes!"

"Come on...a bit of respect," I responded weakly. "Please, huh?"

"Dressed like that?" Ahsoka Girl responded with a smirk, and then walked off. "Puh-lease, indeed!"

Though in mild shock at the level of harassment I was experiencing, I walked happily around the hall, checking out more stalls, and posing for a few innocent photos with people who actually

didn't

grope me or catcall me. It made for a nice change.

Some young women felt my biceps and whistled, but for a few minutes at least, it was all just good, clean, very geeky fun. I even laughed with a few fellow Ka-Zar fans about what a cool character he is, and the ridiculous levels at which he's underrated.

"He deserves his own movie," said one guy, "or at least a show on Disney+...everyone's got their own show...I mean, She-Hulk? Really?"

"She-Hulk is cool too," I responded. "That's a good show."

"She's fuckin' lame!" the guy sneered. "And the show sucks!"

"We'll have to beg to differ on that one," I said, and we left it at that.

Then, as I continued my stroll around the busy floor of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo, I was greeted with a most extraordinary and sexy sight. There, across the floor and posing for a photo with two smiling, twenty-something guys, was a very, very beautiful young woman cosplaying as Tigra. I couldn't believe my eyes...Tigra!

A low-level Marvel superhero on about the same near-embarrassing tier as Ka-Zar, Tigra was one of my ex-girlfriend Odessa's favourite characters, and just the sight of someone dressed as her made my heart momentarily melt. My mind instantly flashed back to the many wonderful occasions on which I'd peeled off Odessa's tight-fitting Tigra t-shirt, ripped off her bra, and then sucked on her big, beautiful tits.

"Tigra is so fucking underrated," Odessa would frequently moan, even once while I was going down on her. "She's so cool...people have no idea."

A character with a typically labyrinthine backstory that has changed over various incarnations during her decades-long existence in Marvel Comics, Tigra is basically a furry, feline woman with super strength, agility...and a tail.

Tigra has appeared alongside The Avengers and other major characters, and though she came close to getting her own animated team-up series with the equally underrated character Dazzler, Marvel's furry cat-woman has never really gotten her due in terms of fan appreciation.

It looked like I'd finally found someone who actually shared my ex-girlfriend Odessa's love for this underrated second-stringer (maybe even third-stringer) from the amazing world of Marvel Comics.

As if pulled in by a tractor beam, I moved slowly across the floor of The Cosmic Burst Pop Culture Expo toward the young woman costumed as Tigra. I was so excited and entranced by this incredible vision of beauty that I barely even looked around to see where I was going.

"Hey, careful, mate!" said a freak dressed disturbingly accurately as bald-headed Austin Butler in

Dune: Part Two

. "Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry, Feyd-Rautha," I responded, calling him by his character's name, which prompted a creepy smile from the bald-headed freak.

I stood stock still on the expo floor, and looked longingly over at the young woman dressed as Tigra. She was smiling and posing for photos with three young women in their early twenties. Cutting a very cool pose, Tigra flexed the muscles of her nicely toned arms while the young women stood smiling next to her.

"She is indeed a beauty, is she not?" came a deep, sonorous voice from beneath me.

I looked down to see a thirty-something man in a stylish suit and very obvious rubber bald cap sitting in a wheelchair. He looked up at me and smiled. Though he was way too young for the role, the man's get-up for The X-Men's leader Professor Charles Xavier was most impressive, and his Patrick Stewart-style voice was utterly perfect.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I replied quietly. "She looks incredible...nearly as good as you."

"Thank you, young man," said pseudo-Professor Charles Xavier, really getting into character. "You two are made for each other...two underrated, under-appreciated characters from Marvel Comics dressed to the nines and entertaining the fans. Go forth, young man...make your presence known to this beautiful young lady. Pursue your destiny...I have a good feeling about this."

"Thanks, Professor," I replied somewhat ridiculously. "I might just do that. That was just the encouragement I needed."

I walked across the expo floor toward Tigra, and felt a sudden tugging on the back of my loincloth. Initially I thought it might have been someone I knew trying to get my attention (not that any of my friends would likely be at a pop culture expo, much to my disappointment), but I turned around instead to find two Japanese twenty-something girls pulling the back of my loincloth away from my body, obviously in a shockingly risque effort to get a sneaky look at my butt.