It was the era of IRC and meetups with people who would sell you a story, my first dates after discovering that, apart from the foot thing and shoes, there was a world of piss and farts that opened up to me. I had always been attracted to guys' feet, and if you added some good, worn-out shoes and a strong foot odor, it would drive me crazy. Little by little, I started to try it out. I began by putting towels on the floor at home, lying down on them, and the guy of the moment would pee all over me and spit on me; with time, I started to try the taste of piss and would simply skip the towels, and the guys would pee directly into a glass or my mouth, and I would swallow everything without spilling a drop. Farts turned me on, the more, the better, and I would swallow them without hesitation, always asking for more.

Those days, I was feeling horny and eager. I got into the chat and started talking to a 20-year-old guy who claimed to be very filthy. He supposedly liked everything I liked and would "get me off" as he said. I've always been clear about what turns me on, explaining that I wouldn't move from my house to suck a dick. This guy swore and promised that he would do anything. I went to his house. A young, normal-looking guy, with a morbid appearance and barefoot, opened the door. He invited me into his room since his roommates weren't home. Once there, he stroked his already-hard cock, normal-sized, and asked if I liked it; immediately, I knelt down and started smelling that sweaty dick smell that turns me on so much and began to lick it with the tip of my tongue. He sighed loudly while, making me feel at ease, he lay down on the bed without me taking his cock into my mouth. I asked him if he liked to spit, a stupid question since he had told me yes in the chat: "yes, now, keep sucking." I left his cock and started to eat one of his feet. He had told me he would wear shoes and that they would smell, but as I said, he was barefoot, and it didn't smell like anything, besides having black soles from walking barefoot at home. He told me to keep sucking... I went to smell his balls a bit and didn't take long to jerk myself off; I let go of his hand and started sucking again. "Are you pissing yet?" I asked him. "Not now." Dude, he had told me before leaving for his house that he was pissing like crazy and wouldn't last because he would piss! In a burst of originality, I asked him again to spit, getting another "yes, now" in response. The best part was when, going to lick his armpit, he removed his arm and told me no. I freaked out. It was the last straw. I got up, put on my shirt, told him to screw his mother, and left. Over time, I would realize that this kind of scum was abundant in chats, unfortunately.

I went back home, still horny. The only good thing I got out of it was the smell of sweaty dick that I still had in my mouth and hands. Upon arriving, not learning from before, I went back into the chat. After a while, tolerating s...