ramifleiss
replied to your post “so I’ve been thinking a bit about watersports and bladder desperation……”
Chris wanting to pee and Josh locking the room just to watch him peeing himself… just sayin…
Josh didn’t take the chance to get ahead of Chris while he fumbled to the side to get something to drink only because he was so focused on how Chris drained the glass in sloppy sips, spilling a little down his chin in his haste to put it back down and shoot the red shell he’d been holding for half a lap and with Daisy’s name on it.
After the race, Josh carefully-casually reached to the side and filled Chris’ glass back up again. His own mouth felt dry with excitement.
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“Dude, wait a sec, I gotta take a leak- Josh!” Chris quickly fell back down on his butt and took the controller back because Josh already queued up the next race, heart thumping.
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He could get away with it exactly three more times before Chris didn’t care about his score anymore and really wanted to get out – only that he couldn’t.
“Why’s it locked? Where’s the key, dude?”
Josh could feel the tips of his ears burning even as he affected cool negligence. He leaned back and shrugged his shoulders, watching how Chris shifted his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. It was giving him excited tingles in his belly and he hoped Chris didn’t see how he loved seeing his friend’s unease.
“No idea. You know my sisters think it’s funny to lock the door on us. Just wait until they get cold feet.”
Chris flushed a little. He looked nervous and unhappy but he nodded and stiffly sat back down. Josh could feel his balls throb as he watched how very carefully Chris sat down.
It only took another fifteen minutes until Chris stood back up again and tried the door once more, frustration in every line of his body.
“Fuck, dude, I gotta piss like a horse,” he whined, hands flexing into fists.
“Sorry, man. That sucks.”
Josh could feel his mouth dropping open a little as he saw Chris honest-to-god reach into his crotch and pressing his hands against his dick like that would make the desperation ease off.
“Come and play. To get your mind off it, okay?” He patted the ground next to him. There was no carpet where they were sitting and Josh wondered whether Chris had even noticed him dragging it and the low table to the side to make more room for them – for what he had planned.
Chris nodded, a fine sheen of perspiration on his upper lip, and sat back down.
He managed another half-hour, knees bouncing increasingly fast, and a little, desperate song whispered under his breath, until he suddenly threw the controller down halfway through the lap they were doing and jumped up.
The door was still locked and Josh watched with wide eyes and mouth hanging open as Chris started banging on it with one hand, while the other one was jammed between his thighs. He looked almost endearingly innocent like that and Josh’s own hand started creeping into his lap, slithering beneath the elastic band of his pants.
“Josh. Josh, I can’t hold it anymore, dude. Fuck.”
“I’m sorry,” Josh said slowly, watching as Chris wiggled from one foot to the other. He was hunched over a little, hands against his abdomen and face red with the strain to hold on. “I don’t have anything for you to…y’know….”
And then, as if he had just thought of it, he quickly got up. “I could give you clothes of mine, you know. You could just… uh… let nature take it’s course and I’d give you some?”
Chris’ face scrunched up in disbelief, the denial obviously on his lips – only that Josh ‘stumbled’ and fell into him, and the sudden shift of attention from holding his bladder to sticking his arms out and catching his best friend, made him loose it after all.
Josh could see the exact moment Chris realized what was happening – the way his face just fell and his eyes went big, mouth dropping open in an ‘o’ of surprise, then closing as he dug his teeth into his lower lip in something that looked surprisingly chagrined and relieved at the same time.
For his part, Josh could only stare as Chris pissed himself; how he even shuffled his feet apart a little bit in order to strengthen his stance as he let go of all the lemonade Josh had been filling him up with. He felt like Chris was even bending a little in his knees for it; almost squatting like a girl as it streamed out of him and formed a quickly growing puddle between his feet.
“Oh god,” Chris groaned half way through, and Josh couldn’t believe how hot all of this was. Couldn’t help but reach for his cock and give it an almost vicious squeeze. “This is so… I’m so fucking sorry, dude,” Chris said – sobbed, and Josh felt a little bad for it, only that he loved seeing this. Seeing how distressed and humiliated Chris was.
He would come clean with his whole plan. Later. Chris would understand it. Maybe even like it? But for the time being…
“No problem, Cochise…” he whispered, fingers jerking his cock, and coming as he saw how Chris noticed and understanding filled his face.
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