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!