Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 19:52:41 -0500 (EST)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Ricks College Outing 3 (gay/authoritarian, oral, anal M/m...)

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                         Rick's College Outing 3
                              First Job 2
                                  By
                                 Wolf

	The night Barbra saw me getting fucked by that big burly guy
and fled back to her apartment ended my relationship with her.  She
would no longer answer my calls.  Her phone gave her the name and
number of incoming calls, so she would simply delete any message from
me.  If I went to her apartment building and paged her, she would not
ring me in.

	As much as I tried to convince myself that I was still straight or
at least bisexual and was deeply in love with her, I could not accept that
I was truly a faggot.

	The guy that had outted me to her was named Bob.  He lived in
the same apartment complex as Barbra.  He had gone so far as to buy
female stuff and put them in his guest room.  One day during the fall he
was planning a football party for a group of his buddies, and wanted me
to service his guests during the games.

	When I arrived, he buzzed me in, but I decided to make a detour
to her door.  She refused to open her door for me, and started yelling at
me to go away, loud enough to be heard throughout most of the
complex.  She started adding insults like, "GET OUT OF HERE FAG, I
DON'T DATE HOMOS, OR QUEERS!  I was shamed so much that I
slinked away with my head down.  I made my way to Bob's place.

	It was early Saturday morning, when most of the people were
probably just getting up.  Bob answered his door in his underwear.  He
simply returned to his kitchenette and sat down to continue eating
breakfast.  His greeting was supplely, "Get in here cocksucker!"

	When I entered he turned his chair sideways to the table and
said, "Get on your knees, I need you to take care of this morning wood!
While I tell you what I expect of you today while I finish breakfast."

	He told me that I was going to be his waitress today for the first
round of NFL championship football games on TV today.  He was
having 6 of his poker buddies over to watch the games and drink some
beer.  He insisted that I go to my room and prepare myself like a
'Hooter's Chick' to service his guests.  I had been servicing his friends
even before he had outted me to my girlfriend Barbra.

	It was still a struggle to convince myself that I was a bisexual,
because when I dated Barbra or any other girls I was finding it harder to
perform sexually, because when I tried to penetrate their pussies I would
have to struggle to keep it hard enough to get it in.  The only way I could
get through the sexual act was to think about the last fat cock in my
mouth, filling it with cum.  I have to work hard to cum, but often do it
before the girl reaches her climax.  Usually he would be reduced to
having to get them off by going down on them.  Barbra was not the only
one to comment that I was the first guy to go down on them after
depositing cum in them.  They agreed that it felt good, but often never
agreed to a second date.

	Here I was on my knees sucking Bob's cock and balls.  That took
about ten minutes, while he finished his breakfast.  I assumed that he
was close to cumming, and would be done for awhile.  At that point Bob
said, "We are going to have to work on your French kissing today!"

	I thought that was great, I could handle kissing a man more that
sucking his cock.  I could even deal with doing that better while dressed
up in full drag rather than in my normal street clothes.  I pulled my head
away from his cock and moved up his body, planning on kissing his
mouth.

	He put his hands on top of my head and stopped me, "Where are
you going?  I'm not going to be kissing you.  I'm not gay!  I want you to
practice on my asshole!"

	He scooted his butt right to the edge of his chair, draped his legs
over the arms of his chair exposing his hairy asshole, and forced my head
down under his butt.  He even reached around his thighs to pull the
cheeks of his ass open.  He commanded, "Get down there and use your
tongue like a good 'Hooters Waitress!  I don't want you to embarrass me
in front of my poker buddies today."

	I couldn't refuse his command, so I buried my face in his hairy
ass.  He told me to stick my tongue in his asshole and wiggle it around
inside.  From time to time he would reach down and spread his cheeks,
so that I could get my face closer and my tongue deeper.  At first I
thought it was gross but eventually I got used to it.  Right when I was
getting used to the taste and smell, he started moaning and jacking off.
When he suddenly straightened up, pulling his butt away from my
mouth.  He squirted cum all over my face and hair.

	While he cooled down, he said, "This is going to be a great party,
because there is nothing you can't do to please the guys.  You are going
to provide exceptional service today.  Now get in your room and prepare
yourself for the party."

	I retreated to the room where I shaved close twice with a new
safety razor to start the transformation from Rick, a blond 20-year-old
male into Rickie a blonde 20-year-old bimbo that lives for cock.  To
make sure I got all my hair off of my body I grabbed a jar of Nair and
rubbed it all over my body from my neck to my ankles.  I waited for it to
do its thing before rinsing it off in the shower along with the remaining
hair.  The last thing I did was shave my pubic hair into a landing strip
above my cock like women do.  When I was satisfied that I was hairless,
I sat in front of the vanity and plucked my eyebrows like I had been
taught by Barbra for the Halloween party.  I put on my skull cap and
started putting on makeup.  I can proudly say that I was getting pretty
good at it.  Sexy stockings and garter belt was the next thing to put on.  I
picked up my foam latex breasts and painted them with adhesive before
setting them aside for the clue to dry.  When the glue was tacky I
attached them to my chest.  Then I selected a demy bra that would hold
up the breasts without covering the realistic nipples.  I selected a skirt
that was popular during the sixties called 'Cool-lots.'  They were pleated
skirts what were as much shorts as a skirt.  Of course the crotch was cut
out for east access.  I clued my cock and balls back between my legs as
usual before putting in the black thong.  Then I put on the orange T-shirt
and tied an overhand knot with the bottom of the shirt under my breasts.
The last touch was to take the blonde wig off the foam head and put it
on my head.  I cemented the temples down to hold it in place.  I stepped
into my pumps as I headed for the door.

	Bob was busy placing bowls of chips and nuts around the room.
He had a cooler full of beer sitting on the kitchen counter.  He looked at
me and said, "You look great Rickie" as he approached me and pulled up
the back of my skirt to show off more butt cheeks.  "This is going to be a
great party today.  I want you to greet the guests with a cold beer for
them and welcome them like you mean it!  You will do whatever they
ask of you from feeding them to sucking their cocks.  There are two
games today, the first at one and the second one at five.  You will be on
duty until they are gone and the apartment is clean."

	He said, "You knew four of the guys that were coming, you have
serviced them before.  The fifth guy is a friend on one of the regulars
who works on one of the floors of the building you and Barbra used to
work at.  I understand he used to be a jock n his day, he played college
football someplace I understand."

	A short time later the guys started arriving.  As the buzz for
entrance I rang them in and had beers ready by the time they made their
way to his apartment door.  The first to arrive was Chuck.  I had sucked
his cock several times at the poker parties.  He was not bad at all, and he
had a rather short and thick cock, but very large balls that produced a
large amount of cum.  The first time I blew him, I thought I was going
drown.  Now I know what to expect and swallow right away as I pull
back to make room for the flood.  I handed him a beer and welcomed
him to the party.

	As he walked past me he said, "You look nice Richie!" (The girlie
name Bob had given me.)

	The next to arrive was Tom, a tall slender guy, with a long thin
cock, average in every way.  Followed quickly by Sam, a short muscle
bound guy.  He was a guy that gets off being rough with me, while I was
serving him.  His cock was short and thick also.

	Gilbert was next one to arrive.  He was the guy that convinced
me to dress up for the Halloween party as a hooker along with Barbra
while he went as a pimp.  That started my transformation from Rick to
Rickie.  He was the one that brought a guest along.

	When I saw him I could have died.  He was my old boss at the
ad agency, Kevin.  He was a big no nonsense kind' a guy, that always
got his way.  He was six-foot three and 230 pounds of muscle.  He was
in good shape, as a result of running daily and working out at 'Gold's
gym.'  He was not married and always had a sexy piece of eye candy on
his arm at all public functions.  As he entered he looked me up and
down, and then addressed Gilbert, "Nice touch!"

	I had no idea if he recognized me or not.  Dexter didn't identify
me as if I was just a servant as he passed me.  He simply said, "Yes...Bob
knows how to do things right!"

	I had no idea how this was going to work out.  I handed each of
them a beer without talking, for fear that I would be recognized.

	They were the last to arrive, so I followed them into the room
with the wide screen television.  Everyone was standing around talking
to each other.  The Fox pregame show was on.  Chuck caught my
attention by lifting his bottle of beer in the air.  I went to get him a fresh
Miller's out of the cooler and handed him the fresh bottle while taking
the empty from him to discard it.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me in
front of the guys and started manipulating my breasts while standing
behind me.  He used one hand to feel my breasts while he pushed his
crotch against my backside.  His actions embarrassed me terribly, causing
my face to blush.

	Kevin and Gilbert simply stood there watching until Chuck
backed away from me with a bulge in his pants.  He had his hands
around my waist, and pulled me along with him as he headed to my
room.  He made a bold announcement, "RICKIE AND I WILL BE
BACK IN A FEW MINUTES!"

	As we entered my room he closed the door and pushed me to my
knees, as he fished his cock out of his pants.  He said, "Let's make this
quick, I don't want to miss the opening kickoff!"

	I set about swallowing his cock right to the root and used my
tongue around the head.  He grabbed my head and started fucking my
face.  In four or five minutes he was moaning and shooting in my throat.
Then he pulled back and filled my mouth up before he pulled out and
shot cum all over my face, some dripped down on my orange T-shirt.  I
was swallowing as fast as I could in an effort to keep as much of it in my
mouth.

	When he was finished he put his cock back in his pants and
zipped up.  He grabbed my lipstick off the dresser and told me to fix my
lips before returning to service the guys.  When I checked my face in the
mirror I was shocked to see cum all over my face and wet spots on the T-
shirt.  I reached for some tissues to clean my face and wipe the stuff on
the shirt, but Chuck stopped me and said, "Just fix the lips!"

	I rolled up the lipstick and applied it to my lips as instructed.  He
grabbed my arm and led me back into the other room, where the guys
were settling down to watch the start of the game.  They were arguing
about the prospects of the outcome of the game.  They were about
equally divided between the two teams.  They were boisterous
supportive of their teams, but when there was a lull in the action of a
commercial they all wanted beers or refreshments.  From time to time one
of the guys would demand that I knee between their legs and give them
a blowjob.  After the first game they relived themselves one at a time in
the John.

	There was very little time between games, so that interrupted
their victory chest thumping or complaining about critical calls that cost
their team the game, to start selecting their team for the second game.
Some of them insisted that I suck their cocks while they casually argued
about point spreads.  During the course of the game when there was an
exciting play, they would come up out of their seats.  If I happened to be
sucking them off, I would get a cock rammed down my throat or fill to
over flowing with a sudden burst of hat cum.  As the game came to a
victorious close for the home team Bob and Kevin were adamant about a
victory celebration by Bob fucking my ass while Kevin fucked my
mouth.  Until that moment I don't think Kevin recognized me.

	While Kevin was ramming his cock down my throat he suddenly
asked, "Aren't you Rick, the guy that used to work for me?"

	I had to admit that I was his ex-employee.

	I could see the recognition of the scandal that had led to my
dismissal.  There was a glint in Kevin's eye that promised to prove to be
interesting.  As the guest left I had to clean up the mess, vacuum the
floor, wash the dishes and air out the apartment, because it reeked of the
stale cigar smoke.  As I was finishing the restoration of the place, Bob
told me I could go home as soon as I finished, but when I was about to
head for my room to change back into my street clothes he stopped me.
He insisted that I go home dressed like the whore I was!

	The thought of returning home looking like a cum spattered
whore was truly embarrassing for me, but I did as told.  As I headed
from the gated entrance to the apartment complex's parking lot, luck was
unkind to me, I walked right into Barbra and her girlfriend as the
returned home from jogging around the local park.

	The conversation between the two women was interrupted as
Barbra surveyed the cheep looking attire I was wearing, and observed
the dried cum spots all over my wig and T-shirt.  She showed nothing
but contempt for me as she continued walking towards the entrance.  As
they passed me I heard the other woman ask, "Do you know that
person?"  Barbra's curt response was, "I never saw that faggot before!"

	I was crushed and humiliated as I got into my car for the trip
home.  Being unemployed at the time, my financial situation was rather
desperate.  My car had been neglected for too long.  On the drive home
the car had been difficult to start for some time, and it chose that time to
suddenly shudder and come to a shuttering stop.  I had to push it to the
curb by myself.  While I was struggling to move the car a truck stopped
behind me.

	The truck was a city landscaping crew.  It was a crew cab pickup
filled with tree trimming equipment and pulling a trailer that was a wood
chipping machine.  The four passengers piled out of the truck, thinking I
was a woman having car trouble.  As the approached my car they
eventually realized that I was not a woman.  Just the same they helped
get my car off of the road.  One of the guys opened the door and
released the hood, as a second guy opened the hood.  While one tried to
start the car the second guy had his head under the hood looking for the
trouble.  The other two guys huddled around me.  Eventually the guy
under the hood announced that he found the problem.  Apparently a wire
had come off my alternator.  The car had been running off of the battery.
He attached the cable, and announced that they would have to jump start
my car.  They told me to leave the car running until the battery was fully
charged.  Having started my car they insisted that I should repay them
with blowjobs.

	I was in no position to refuse them, because any one of them
could have beaten the shit out of me.  One by one they escorted me into
the bushes alongside the road.  As soon as I sucked the cock of one, he
would return to the road and the next guy replaced him.  The fourth guy
to join me in the bushes was the leader of them.  He wanted more than a
blowjob.  He insisted that I present my backside to him.  As he flipped
my skirt over my back he pulled down my thong clear of my butt.  He
rammed his thick cock into my ass roughly.  It hurt like hell the way he
fucked me, but I only whimpered while he fucked me.  When he was
done he walked me back to the road while I was pulling up my thong
and striating up my clothes.  My T-shirt had added cum spots on it.

	The crew waited until my car was moving down the road before
they climbed back into their truck.  While I was driving home I was
trying to convince myself that all of the sex was not my fault.  Bob had
been blackmailing me into be his sexual slave, and the work crew would
have raped me if I hadn't done as they wanted.  As much as I tried to
convince myself that it had not been my fault, I also had enjoyed the sex,
even the last hard ass fucking.


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