Percy gets up to pee

(I don't think the cabins have their own bathrooms in the books, but lets say that they do for the purposes of this story. I added a picture to the last chapter btw.)

We must have fallen back asleep because I woke up to the evening light pouring into the cabin from the west. I looked over my shoulder and found Annabeth out cold on her back with her legs apart. The warm sunlight made her tanned skin glow, and the thick blonde peach fuzz that covered her lower abdomen shimmered like gold. Her panties had slipped down a bit, and her cock was lying over her stomach. The head was touching her belly-button and she was still soft as far as I could tell. She still had her orange camp shirt on, but the bottom had crept up her body from whatever tossing and turning she'd done.

I get up as carefully as I can, and softly walk over to the bathroom. I close the door behind me as quietly as I can without fully shutting it, and pull my underwear down. I had to pee, but I also wanted some time alone with the changes that had taken place with my body. I stood in front of the mirror daintily holding my camp shirt up. Before I could get a good look at the obvious, I noticed something different about my face. It wasn't just my face actually. It was my skin in general. There wasn't a blemish on my entire body. I'd never had skin this clear or smooth in my entire life. Guess I didn't have to worry about that anymore. My abs looked softer too. They weren't as chiseled as they were before. My eyes drifted back down to my penis; it had changed some more overnight. My balls were tighter like they were when I was younger. They didn't really hang anymore. They kept still like my nub of a penis did. I twirled my hips from left to right like a girl making her dress spin and nothing moved. I felt that same tug of humiliation in the pit of my stomach that I had felt the night before. Prior to yesterday, I'd never enjoyed that feeling. I figured I should probably just use the bathroom before I came all over the sink.

I turned over to the toilet and started to release the tension in the muscles controlling my bladder. I looked down and remembered that my dick no longer hung. It was pointing straight at the wall; it was almost pointing upward. Shit.. I clenched and started to feel that burning sensation that you get when you **** yourself to stop peeing. I tried pressing the little head of my penis down, but the **** required to bend it down made the flow stop like a bent garden hose. The burning was getting worse. I panicked for a second until I remembered that I could just sit down. Sitting down wasn't enough however. It was still pointing way over the toilet seat. I arched my back as much as I could, and finally let go. I let out a sigh of relief. The embarrassingly thin stream sounded like milk squirting into an already filled pail. My heart stopped when I saw Annabeth looking at me through the crack in the doorway with her curious eyes. She must have been a lighter sleeper than I thought.

The lewdness of the position I was in suddenly washed over me. I couldn't move either or I'd piss all over the bathroom. She could hear the pathetic sound it made too. My face turned red, and I felt the tug in my stomach again. She opens the door and slowly walks over to me without changing the expression on her face. Her half-erect cock swings in front of my face. She bends over and puts her hand on the back corner of my neck. I look up at her almost in tears. Her gaze softens. She leans forward and kisses me deeply while continue pissing in this mortifying position. The stream slows to trickle. She breaks the kiss and says "go on... shake it off." The tug in my stomach almost makes me cum its so intense. I lift my ass off the seat and rock my hips back and forth with my back arched, then I sit back down. Annabeth smiles, and straddles me as I return to sitting like I normally would. She engulfs my everything with only her ballsack, and her hard cock rests on my stomach. My junk felt like it was in a furnace. I couldn't help but to grind into the base of her cock. I wrapped my arms around her back, and she pulled my head to her chest. Her cock pressed into me even harder, making it easier to grind. I picked up my pace, panting with a feminine tone. She ran her fingers through my hair. "That's it baby boy, cum for me..". I quietly let out a girly squeal and squirt my load into the warm embrace of my girlfriend's balls.

Annabeth laughs once with her mouth closed making it sound more like amused and content “hmmm”. “That tickles” She said as she kissed the top of my head. "You know you're gonna have to pee like that for the rest of your life right?". My hips buck, I squirt one more time, and she laughs. The light from the sunset in the window no longer lit the room. Her hand travels down my back, and she hooks two fingers into my ass. She grinds her cock into my chest, and edges herself for the next ten minutes. She finally stops. She gets off of me and shoves her entire thirteen-inch cock down my throat. I don't how it was even possible. The curse of Athena must do much more than Annabeth was able to tell me. She starts to repeatedly pull two inches out before thrusting them back in. Spit blows out of the sides of my mouth every time I gag. "Arch your back like before." She commands, interrupting her heavy breathing. I obey. As soon as I assume the position, blonde pubes press against my face as hard as she can push them into it. I look up to see Annabeth silently screaming as her head starts to lean backward. I feel a warm sensation around the bottom of my neck and in my stomach. My eyes roll back as I begin to understand whats happening. The room is silent except for the audibly forceful spurts of cum in the toilet.