Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 20:04:46 +0200
From: patrickbuckley55@gmail.com
Subject: Ricky

Ricky

Hi, I'm Ricky. I am about to attend a college to study computer
programming. I have not yet met the guy with whom I will be sharing a room.

Time for some background information about me; I am lanky, and could never
be described as good looking. In fact, I am rather unattractive and on the
dirty side. To begin with, my feet could raise the living dead. They are
really smelly. My body odor also rates up there with the most pungent of
men. I truthfully don't give a fuck about personal hygiene.

I shower when I feel like it, and brush my teeth when I remember at
night. My family are; "true blue collar". Dad owns his own plumbing
business, and my older brother works for him. Thankfully the business
flourishes. We are far from being poor. In fact my family are doing;
"A-fucking-okay". Mom although great, is a total doormat, purely there to
obey and care for us three men.

I realized early on, that females shunned and dislike me. I wouldn't mind
fucking one or two of those "tight-arse' bitches. I just cannot, however,
be bothered with all the overreaction to my appearance. So what if my hands
are dirty and I have smelly breath. They are so fucking stuck-up! If only
they realized how big my cock was, they would be queuing.

I decided long ago, that abusing faggot arse was the path for me. I have
turned this into an incredible art form. In the past I would find a likely
target, and then blackmail them in some or the other way. Then, Bingo! All
my sexual needs were taken care of.

With all my practice, I could smell a faggot at three hundred paces. My
former little pussy boy had just; "fan-fucking-tastic". He was this pretty
little faggot that lived two houses down from me. One day when I arrived at
his house unexpectedly, he was wearing his mommy's clothing and
make-up. After a few photos with my mobile phone, he became my bum-boy for
two years.

He was the last of my many conquests. I had become a master of sniffing out
the pussy-boys to fulfil my every need. My very dirty needs! That is how I
found myself at this wonderful point in my life.

My new possible "victim" only arrived late the following day at
college. The look of despair on his face when he encountered me was
priceless. You would have thought that he just stepped into a pile of dog
shit. I was clearly not whom he had hoped to be sharing a room with. I was
totally entranced, because I could smell potential faggot emanating from
him. All I had to do was find an angle to enslave him.

Like me, he was also a smoker. What delighted me that evening, was finding
out that his family were not very well off. They were busting their balls
to put him through college. I had enough pocket money for five people. His
financial encumbrance could be a great advantage to me. Time would tell if
my prediction was true.

When I took off my shoes that first evening, I thought he was going to
gag. It totally delighted me. I also made a point of getting really close
to him, so that my bad breath could overwhelm his delicate little
nostrils. I had a hard time deciding which of his two dilemmas disgusted
him most. When he finally saw my well soiled underpants, I was in
heaven. His face was a total image of disgust.

Pretty boy looked like he had arrived in hell. Breaking him in was going to
be the high point of my existence. His constant glances at my very coarse
hands were also a total source of amusement to me. I was going to have a
great deal of fun in the weeks, and months, ahead.

After three weeks, my dreams were finally realized when sweet-smelling
Bobby, ran out of pocket money. Having arrived a day after all the other
students, he had not been able to secure a student job, to supplement the
very modest spending money his parents were able to afford. He continuously
tried to acquire work, but to no avail.

On that evening he asked me for a cigarette. Regarding him for a minute or
two, I retrieved a cigarette from my pack. I twirled it elaborately around
the inside of my foreskin, before placing it in front of him. Without
waiting for a reaction, I moved to my desk to continue with my
homework. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him place it in his mouth, five
minutes later before lighting up.

For the following few days this ritual ensued. After his paltry amount of
pocket money arrived a week or so later, he was able to afford his own
cigarettes. Two weeks later, however, the ritual resumed.

After a few days of the "foreskin treatment", I decided to advance to the
next level. I twirled the butt of the cigarette around my smelly butt-hole,
before placing it before him. This time it took a while longer. True to
form however, he lit up the smoke twenty minutes later. This new ritual
continued for the following few days.

After that I decided to up the ante. I offered him an entire pack of
cigarettes. All he had to do however was lick both my smelly feet clean. He
observed me for a while before he got onto his knees, and started licking
as I had commanded. I just loved the total dominance, over this new little
bunny. I made him lick my feet for at least twenty minutes.

After a few days of this pleasure, he regrettably received his next
stipend. Two weeks later, thankfully, this income also came to an end. The
next two packets of cigarettes from me took dear Bobby to another
level. May cock, and balls were introduced into the equation. Being as
smelly as I was, Bobby really had quite a time on his hands.

When I pulled my foreskin back, I could see him visibly wince. Like I
cared! I made him clean every bit of cock-cheese off my glans, before he
serviced my balls. If he thought this was going to be a quick and easy
affair, he was in for a surprise. I insisted that he take his time. I
enjoyed twenty minutes of cock-worship before I handed over the reward.

Two days later, my smelly butt was introduced. Bobby really took strain
with this new development. Tough shit! If you want the smokes, pay the
price. Again, I made him service me for twenty minutes before he received
payment. I loved every second of my emolument. With hands on his head, I
made sure that I was getting my money's worth, as I gyrated my backside
into his face.

Building up to the finale, my feet, cock and arse was serviced regularly
over the next few days. Bobby had become my slave of pleasure. I was also
sure that my smelly disposition, was finally meeting with his approval. I
hardly had to wait any longer, to have my needs taken care of by my willing
partner. Bobby's participation had become almost peremptory.

The following night when I turned Bobby over and fucked the living shit out
of him, no remuneration was needed. We had three glorious years at
college. Bobby and I, became lifelong friends after that. He grew to love
grunge, and immersed himself totally into my existence of filth. Often,
even he, would surprise me at times. Strange how people change!