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Evan set three one-liter bottles on the coffee table. Smiling at the other boys, he asked, "Who's up for a challenge?"


Sam looked up at him, blonde hair in his face. "What kinda challenge?" he asked.


Daniel took in the scene. The bottles of water, and the mischievous glint in Evan's eye. This couldn't be good.


"A pee-holding contest. So?"


"Uh, I don't..." Daniel trailed off, looking at his boyfriend, Sam.


"I can last longer than you. Or are you afraid to lose?" Evan dared. Somewhat reluctantly, they both agreed. They all peed beforehand, to make it more fair.


"Alright, so here are the rules. You can do anything you need to hold it. No sabotage allowed okay? No touching anybody else. No bladder poking. If you lose, you have to pee your pants.


"Only the winner gets to use the toilet, and losers have to stay in their wet pants until the game is over. Everyone agree on the rules?" The other boys nodded.


It took about half an hour before the boys started to feel all the liquid. Sam was periodically shifting in his seat and Daniel was really fidgeting. Evan showed no signs of needing the bathroom.


Ten minutes later, Daniel was now bouncing a little, but trying to hide it. He had his legs pressed tightly together. Sam was fidgeting a little more. Evan grimaced and shifted his weight.


Daniel knew he was going to lose. He already had to go so badly! Why did he always get into this? It isn't his fault he has a small bladder!


Ten more minutes passed. Daniel rocked back and forth with his hands on his hips. Sam crossed his legs tightly. Evan casually placed one leg over the other.


Eight minutes later, Evan got up and brought back three more water bottles. "What is that for?" Daniel asked shakily. He already had to pee, he didn't want to add more liquid to his bladder.
"After an hour," Evan explained, "we have to drink more water. Half a bottle."


"What? No, that wasn't part of the rules you told us."


"Did I forget that part? Oh well. If you don't do it, you forfeit. I win. And the losers still have to pee themselves."


"So you're going to keep us out of the bathroom somehow?"


"Drink."


"Despite Daniel's arguing, all three men chugged half their water bottles.


Twenty minutes later, Daniel grabbed his crotch and rocked in his seat. Sam gave himself a squeeze. Evan sat forward a little and laughed at them.


However, laughing made it hard to hold. He had to squeeze himself too, and Daniel would have laughed it wouldn't make him lose control. Little did he know, it would only be four more minutes before he lost.


Daniel sighedand removed his hands as his much-needed piss flowed down his legs. Seeing Daniel finally relieve himself was almost too much for Sam. He lost a spurt and had to grab himself to stop it. He rocked with his hands between his legs just as Daniel had done, the waistband of his jeans cutting into his bladder.


The always-cocky Evan laughed at Sam. Unfortunately, that was almost his undoing. Pee wet the leg of his jeans before he managed to cut off the flow with his hands.


Sam was constantly holding himself now, and Evan leaned forward with his hands on his hips. It was obvious both boys were desperate, but neither was willing to give up.


For Evan though, this was more about pride than embarrassment. Evan would never admit it, but he actually liked peeing his pants, feeling the warm urine running down his legs. Of course, his friends suspected it. Why else would he keep suggesting pee-holding contests?


Evan was shocked out of his thoughts by a gasp coming from Sam. Sam had a tight hold on himself; he stood and crossed and uncrossed his legs. It was too late; piss was already sliding down his legs, soaking the crotch of his tight blue jeans.


Daniel bit his lip and looked away, not wanting to admit to himself how much he liked watching his boyfriend struggle, then finally let go.


Evan immediately stood and began to race towards the bathroom. Daniel and Sam jumped up and grabbed the desperate boy's shoulders, stopping him and jolting his bladder. Evan moaned.


"St-stop! Y-you know I have to- nng!"


Sam shook his head before saying, "You're going to wet your pants, like we did."


Evan stopped struggling. "Unless you want my piss all over you, I suggest you let go of me," he said. Daniel and Sam laughed. "We're already wet, remember? A little more liquid won't matter," Daniel reminded.



"Ah!" Evan shouted as pee poured out of his aching bladder.


Sam and Daniel ran into the bathroom to shower, leaving Evan in the living room to sit in his wet and cooling pants (thoroughly enjoying himself). When he was sure the others were out of sight, he slipped his hand inside his sweat pants.


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