Adam woke to the sound of his phone's alarm. He groaned, rolled to the side, and grabbed it from the bedside table, hitting the button to silence it as he did. He lay for a second in the dark, willing sleep away even as he longed for it. After a second, he groaned again and sat up onto the side of the bed before asking his digital assistant to run his morning routine, which turned on the lights and activated his coffee maker in the kitchen.
He glanced down at his phone and noticed a text from Miles:
Don't forget to pop the clothes in the dryer. See you tomorrow!
Adam slapped his forehead and growled, "
Fuck!
"
Welp, so much for that. How the fuck did I forget that?
He chased sleep from his brain as he dashed to the utility room.
If I get it in now, I can just get into the office slightly later and still get everything dry in time.
He tossed the clothes and shoes into the dryer with a fabric softener sheet and set it running.
As he started to leave the room, he spotted the wadded up blanket from the previous evening tossed in a basket in the corner.
Oh, for fuck's sake. I can't remember anything, apparently.
He resignedly wandered over to the basket, bending over to grab it. He was immediately struck by the strong scent of piss as he got closer.
Whew, jesus.
He grabbed the blanket, holding it at arm's length, and turned to the washer—but stopped.
That smell...
It was strong and pungent, but also...
Sweet.
And so... Alluring. He trembled a bit as he brought the blanket closer to his nose. He couldn't help himself from looking around, as if someone could see him in his moment of depraved weakness. His cock, which had finally softened from his morning wood, began to stir. The blanket was under his nose now, and he took a deep breath. The smell was overwhelming—intoxicating. He went rock hard immediately.
Fuck.
His mind whirled as he stood there, surrounded by the smell of their dried piss, his penis throbbing in front of him, foreskin stretched tight across his turgid skin. His free hand drifted toward his dick as he inhaled again, the almost floral scent enveloping him. He stroked his dick once, and moaned into the blanket.
Fuck it,
he thought, walking back to his bedroom. "Jeeves, turn off the lights." He sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the blanket to his nose again. His cock jumped as he inhaled the sweet scent. He slowly leaned back and scooted further onto the bed, leaving the blanket to sit on his chest as he leaned back against the pillows.
He began to slowly masturbate, drawing his foreskin up and down his shaft, precum lubricating it from the inside. He pulled the blanket to his nose and sucked in the smell of dried pee, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through him. His heart thundered in his chest, and he felt lightheaded;he wasn't sure if he had ever been this hard in his life. His mind drifted to the memory of Miles helplessly peeing his pants in front of him, and he inhaled again, imaging the scent as having come from the vision playing in his head. He felt his crotch begin to tighten as an orgasm began to settle into his abdomen, growing like a wildfire.
Suddenly he remembered Miles' trick of swirling his palm around the tip of his glans to get him to pee. He lifted his hand to his mouth, spat into his palm, and then set it back on the tip of his cock. Just the lightest touch sent a thrill through his body.
I'm practically edging at this point.
He began to swirl his palm around the tip of his dick in tight little circles. At first it felt far too sensitive, causing him to moan and shudder, but suddenly he felt a familiar relaxation of muscles. He gave an experimental push of his bladder, and a jet of piss shot up toward him, landing on the blanket.
He moaned, and took his hand off his dick, trying to stay off of the edge of orgasm. After a couple seconds, he pushed again, this time holding the feeling, and he began pissing in earnest up onto the blanket and his chest, droplets spraying onto the bed as he pissed on himself. His brain felt like liquid, and the wildfire in his belly was quickly burning out of control. He lifted the wet part of the blanket up to his nose and inhaled again.
The smell of dry piss having been rewetted was too much for him. With one last stroke of his hand and a growling moan, he arched his back off the bed. The only thought in his mind was the feeling of his hard cock pressed into Miles' ass, pissing inside him. Cum replaced piss as his muscles contracted, shutting off his bladder and launching a rope of cum up and onto the blanket. The next shot went even further, his entire dick convulsing as he sprayed another load that landed in his hair and splattered the pillow behind him. He moaned again, back still arched and blanket pressed desperately against his nose as he drew in the pungently sweet smell and shot cum all over himself and the bed.
After a few seconds, he collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving as he gasped for breath, and he giggled breathlessly, almost giddy with the euphoria of his orgasm. His cock still buzzed with arousal, and he continued to idly stroke it as he lay on the bed, thinking about Miles and smelling his piss. A few seconds later, he could feel the overly-sensitive feeling on his dick dissipate, and he began to stroke faster, rubbing his foreskin up and down with cum and piss lubricating it.
