The messages came to me quickly and insistently, vibrating in my pocket like wasps. I couldn't know the messages were from him, but somehow...I knew.

I took out my phone, there were six messages, short and to the point.

-Eric, faggot.

-Are you still gay?

This was one of his jokes. Without waiting for a response, he continued:

-You should come over. I need to pee in your mouth.

Normally that would have been all he said, but he continued:

-And I haven't showered all week. My ass is sticky.

-I want you to bring your faggot mouth to clean it.

-Come here now.

I knew he wrote all this last part because he was feeling extra filthy. Very horny. He wanted some hardcore, dirty sex and he wanted it now. With me.

My lucky day.

I quickly replied "I'm on my way" with trembling hands and my cock vibrating in my pants. It started getting hard the second I saw his messages, and it was rock hard by the time I put on my jacket and got on my bike.

He always had that effect on me.

I pedaled to his house quickly, hard, trembling. He always waited quite a while between sessions, enough time for me to start worrying that he was so disgusted with me that he wouldn't contact me again. I would start freaking out, thinking if he was upset with me for something (if I was late or something) and that he wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore.

I couldn't allow that.

I needed him.

When I was halfway there, I realized I needed to pee. I thought about turning back. But I knew it was better not to keep him waiting and be there as soon as possible.

Besides, my full bladder was another toy he would love to abuse.

At first we were friends, until he found out how much I wanted to suck his cock. Then our dynamic changed. I started meeting with him just to please his cock (and when he found out I liked eating ass) and his ass. He was a hundred percent top, and I would say about eighty percent straight, but it drove him totally crazy when I ate his ass, when my tongue had been in his hole, the amount of cum he would then shoot in my mouth was double the normal.

And almost from day one he made it clear he wasn't going to lift a damn finger to get ready before I ate his ass. Which meant he wouldn't shower specifically for me. I loved him so much that I accepted it gladly. In sessions after that I could already tell that his ass went from just sweaty, to unwashed or actively dirty. It seems to turn him on to know that my tongue would leave his ass clean, no matter how dirty it was.

Not long after that, he started making me drink his piss, and I loved it. It turned him on to call me urinal, toilet and those things, and that's how I felt, on my knees before him as he emptied his bladder full of stinky piss into my willing mouth.

More recently he started adding some physical abuse to our sessio...