Sweaty Addiction

You were tired, having just come off the field for a break from your rec game when you realized you had forgotten your drink. You panicked, your mouth dry as you felt yourself growing more dehydrated. You rested on your knees, trying to think of what to do when you saw your teammate drinking besides you.

"Hey Dave," You panted, "Forgot my drink- mind if I take a sip?"

Dave moved the jug down, handing it over to you smiling. "Have all you want man, don't worry about it."

You took it from him, bringing the tap to your mouth. You nearly spit out the contents, the water tasting like dirt and salt, the aroma of piss filling your nostrils. Somehow you managed to swallow it, and you felt surprisingly better. It had cleared your head, hitting all the spots you needed. You couldn't stop yourself from taking another swig. You turned to hand it back wanting to ask him what it was but found him already heading back on the field.

You managed to last through the rest of the game, taking gulps from the jug as much as possible. The flavor seemed to get better, finding your want for it growing as you sweat more and more. Each time it seemed to recharge you more, filling you with more energy. It wasn't until the end of the game that you were looking for it and it had disappeared. You needed it, like liquid gold. You quickly dashed into the locker room, managing to find Dave on the bench.

"Hey, you got any more of your drink?" You asked, hungrily.

Dave shook his head. "Sorry man, I gotta make some more."

You cocked your head. "You need to make it?"

Dave laughed. "Yeah, it's everything the body loses working out. Piss, sweat, mixed init with some pre-workout to make it more palpable." He said, winking.

You felt horrified. Your body trembled, realizing what must have been sitting inside you was part of him, had come from him. Still, you felt the sense of addiction stirring in you. You couldn't deny that you wanted more. You needed more. Your breaths turned to gasps, almost as if you felt a withdrawal hitting.

He looked at you, resolved. "Guess you gotta get it straight from the source" He said, lifting his shirt above his arm. He raised his elbow, revealing the thick curls of damp hair sitting in his underarm. Your eyes were drawn from it, drool filling your mouth.

You stepped forward, your tongue connecting with his drenched fur and tearing through the sweat that filled it. You couldn't stop yourself as you lapped up the heavenly scent, your hunger for it growing. A tingling started in your body that moved to your digits until it reached your head, leaving you dizzy, a sense of euphoria taking over you. For the rest of the season Dave made more of his concoction for you, your body feeling complete with Dave's sweat and musk filling a part of you.