Avery in the Shower
I hear the door click open and look up from my book.
Avery’s home.
My stomach performs the small gymnastics routine it tends to do every time it registers we are back in proximity with one another.
I hear his bag drop to the floor and the clickity-clack of his cleats as he makes his way down the hall. He enters the bedroom and breaks into his goofy grin when he spots me propped up in bed, reading.
“Hi,” he says, slowly moving towards me.
“Hi,” I echo, smiling at him from behind the top of my book.
He approaches me slowly, almost sheepishly, and it starts something swirling in my pelvis. I know this advance.
“I was thinking,” he begins, quietly, “maybe we could… have a shower?”
I grin and close my book.
“I’m already clean though?”
He takes a step closer and reaches underneath the sheet. He slides his hand beneath my shirt and across my stomach, making me shiver. He slips the tips of his fingers teasingly under the waistband of my boxers before he responds.
“I could get you dirty,” he says.
He immediately flushes crimson, the way he always does when he talks about anything remotely sexual before he is completely immersed in the act.
I slip my hand into his and get out of the bed, allowing him to lead me into the ensuite. He pulls me in for a kiss, draping his arms around my lower back and pressing our navels together. He smells like grass, sweat and dirt, and he tastes like… testosterone. It’s as though the last hour and a half he spent at soccer training injected his bodily fluids with a flavour of something primal and potent. Masculine.
He rips off my shirt and boxers, leaving me naked under the bathroom lights. He quickly yanks off his jersey and shorts. He’s excited. I can tell by how quickly he moves, as well as the bulge in his briefs.
He kicks off his soccer boots and sits down on the ottoman we have placed in the bathroom for an occasion just like this. He knows this is one of my favourite parts.
I sink to my knees and he lifts his foot, resting it against my chest. I slowly draw down his long soccer sock, unwrapping the gift he’s brought home.
He’s left his shin pads on, just for me.
I gently pull apart the Velcro straps holding them in place and lean in close, inhaling deep as I pull back the shin guard. My nostrils fill and blood starts immediately surging into my groin.
It is so fucking arousing.
There is nothing quite like the visceral, dirty musk of Avery’s sweat and it is never more concentrated than it is behind the foamy prison of his shin pads after he plays. I reach out my tongue and lick him, carving out patterns in his matted leg hair.
He tastes as good as he smells. Salty. Savoury. Sweet. I lick my plate clean, suckling on each of his toes before lifting his other leg and diving into my second helping.
I’m rock hard by the time I’m done. We get to our feet and Avery drops his undies to the floor, revealing that he is too.
We step into the shower and Avery turns on the water. Scalding hot jets blast into us as we mash our bodies together writhing and grabbing. His hair flattens across his forehead and I reach up to brush it out of his eyes.
He looks down at me and smiles. We just stare at each other for a few minutes before he leans down and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I want to piss on your face,” he says.
My stomach lurches hungrily. It makes me giddy to hear him be so declarative. We’ve worked on this - him saying what he wants.
I reach over and turn off the tap, leaving us both dripping and panting. I drop to my knees on the slick, wet tiles.
Avery steps forward and positions his cock above my head. It’s softened a little and I wonder if those moments of gazing at each other were him trying to slow things down so he could make good on this request. The thought of his premeditation is deeply arousing.
Slowly, a trickle of piss escapes from his slit.
It cascades down, splashing against my forehead, dripping down into my eyebrows. The stream gains in momentum and eventually his piss is flowing in full force. He aims his cock so that he is shooting into my closed eyes, and then blasting my nostrils and lips like he is trying to destroy my face with a gatling gun.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
My guts clench in excitement. He’s fully awake now.
I part my lips and he shoots the stream of urine inside, coating my tongue and teeth. I guzzle the liquid, feeling it splash about against my throat and the roof of my mouth. It’s like I’m a carnival clown and he’s trying to win a prize.
Ugh, it is just so fucking hot. He drinks so much water when he plays soccer that his piss is at the exact perfect level of dilution. Mostly clear, but tinged slightly yellow with just a hint of ammonia. And most importantly - there is plenty of it.
“Drink my piss,” he growls as he hoses my throat with his dick. “Wash yourself.”
And I do. I bathe in it, moving my head around, feeling it drench my hair and soak my ears. I lean back and allow him to spray my chest before the stream abruptly stops.
He grabs me by the shoulders and lifts me up, spinning me around and pushing my face into the glass shower wall.
He releases his stream once again and I feel the warm laser of piss drawing shapes on my back before it zips down to my ass. He moves closer, pressing his cock to my cheeks, causing the flow to sputter and spurt like when you press your hand to the top of a hose.
He wrenches my ass cheeks apart and aims at the bullseye.
I give a gasp of delight when I feel the powerful jet of piss driving into my cunt, washing it, baptising it. He always saves this for last because he knows it is a huge turn on for me. He presses his cock head right up to my hole and pushes it just inside. I can feel the river of hot piss infiltrating my cavern, rinsing my insides with his warmth.
Eventually the stream recedes and Avery is left panting. I can feel the familiar taut sensation start to settle all over my body. The subtle tightness that comes when urine dries on skin.
“Get me hard again,” he commands.
Immediately I drop back down to my knees and swallow his flaccid cock, savouring the last driblets he has to offer. It isn’t long before his dick is pulsing hard, filling my mouth, and ready to fill me elsewhere.
He grabs me by the hair and pulls me to my feet. He has mastered the art of being rough with me. He knows I like the sensory thrill of my hair being yanked, but understands when to stop before the pain overrides the pleasure.
Holding me by the fistful of hair he leans in close, our noses touching, the scent of his piss filling both our nostrils.
“I’m going to fuck my piss into you.”
My breath catches and I let out an anticipatory sigh, my piss-tainted breath flowing into his lips.
“Whatever you want, Avery.”
He shoves me around so that he is facing my pussy and pushes me down against the wall, mashing my face into it. My breath creates a small pool of fog as I pant against the cool glass. He reaches up for the shower friendly lube and coats his hungry cock.
He isn’t gentle.
He jams his dick into me and I grunt with approval as he begins to recklessly fuck me, as though me saying his name has unleashed a beast within him.
My own dick pulses as I imagine his sleek shaft frothing in the piss he’s put inside me, as if my ass was a drive through car wash, cleansing his cock.
“Do you like feeling my piss inside you?” he taunts, as though he can read my thoughts.
“I love it, Avery.”
His thrusting intensifies. He is holding onto my hips as he pumps me hard, pushing his beautiful cock deeper and deeper inside. I reach up my hands and put them against the glass, pressing myself back, giving him something even firmer to pound. He beats into me, his hips belting into my ass.
“Fuck!” he groans, “your little cunt is so fucking hot.”
I reach around and pull my cheeks apart, giving him a better view.
“Oh shit,” he pants, “fucking yes. Open up your sweet little cunt for me.”
After a few more minutes of this, he wrenches me up, hugging me into him, pressing my back against his chest. He’s reaches around to grab my cock but I catch his hand.
He pauses.
“Just you tonight, I say.
He breathes heavy and I can feel it like a light breeze against my piss covered cheek.
“You sure?”
I press my smile against his nose.
“Destroy me,” is all I say.
A flip switches in him and he is back on a rampage. He presses my whole body into him and resumes railing me, fucking the life out of my hole with both of us standing upright.
His cock bulges and swells, buried inside my ass. He digs his nose into my cheek, inhaling the acrid scent of his piss as he pants against my face. He sticks out his tongue and licks my cheek, tasting the sweet, bitter tang of his own fluids, which makes him thrust even harder. His dick rides against my inner muscles, and in this position it reaches my prostate and at angle that creates tiny explosions of euphoria in my sternum.
“Your face is filthy,” he spits. “I can taste my piss all over you.”
I breathe heavy as he continues to fuck me while he licks the piss off my body.
“I want to make you even filthier,” he hisses.
I moan and grunt, turning my face to his and licking his closed eyelid.
“Do it.”
He roars at the challenge, driving his dick furiously into me.
“I’m going to destroy your cunt,” he says, slamming into me as though he’s trying to emphasise his point by pounding me to smithereens with his dick.
“And then I’m going to cum all over you,” he promises, panting and heaving as he fucks my face into the shower screen. He slams his thighs harder and harder into my ass and I feel like I might pass out from the heat, the steam and the pleasure.
“I’m going to pump my jizz onto your cunt and then rub it into my piss.”
I moan.
“Do it, Avery.”
The mention of his name tips him into the final stretch. He becomes frenzied, almost animalistic in his fucking. He is roaring and bellowing as he bulldozes into me as hard as he can.
“Avery!” I shout and he cries out loud at me screaming his name. “DESTROY my cunt!”
“Fu-uuuck!” he cries, hyperventilating over the word.
“Cover me in cum,” I plead.
He pounds harder and harder, ripping my hole open with his granite cock. He heaves and heaves, louder and louder until he screams.
“Fuck, I’m gonna CUM!”
He gasps deep and rips his cock out of me just as the first blanket of jizz shoots from him like a bullet and splashes against my pulsating hole.
“Fuuuuck!” he yells. He yanks at his cock, pumping streams upon streams of jizz. I feel it burst against my prone cheeks, before a long trail splatters across my lower back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cries, a new spurt of cum exploding from his dick on each syllable until I am drenched in him.
Eventually I can sense his spasms slowing down and I imagine the final trails of cum dribbling over his fingers as his orgasm peters out.
As promised, he reaches out and presses his warm fingers against my cunt. He massages me, scooping up pools of syrupy cum and rubbing them against my hole, mashing together a cocktail of lube, jizz, sweat and piss.
He pulls me up and presses me into him. His breathing is slowing and his muscles are all unfurling. He collapses against me a little, his broad shoulders hunched around mine, cocooning me.
He leans in and whispers how much he loves me before reaching his arm around me and holding his cum and piss stained hand up in front of my face.
It’s an offer.
I lean forward and lick his fingers clean.
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