(Joey, Mike, Marc, and Lola are 17 years old) 

Joey and his friends decided to play Truth or Dare at recess Friday afternoon.

Marc fidgeted throughout the entire game "What's up with you?" Mike asked him. 

"Nothin'," Marc answered. Everyone shrugged and went on with the game, but Joey knew better.

When it came to his turn he asked, "Marc, Truth or Dare?" 

"Dare," Marc answered 

Joey smiled deviously. "Alright," he said, "I dare you to piss your pants."

A look of surprise crossed Marc's face "What? No way," he said. 

"Well then, I guess you're a chicken. Go tell everyone how much of a chicken you are. You know the rules, go do a chicken dance for everybody."

[A/N: my brother and I used to do this to each other when we played truth or dare. If you didn't do your dare or answer your question, you had to do a chicken dance in the street where everyone in the neighborhood could see. That way we'd still be doing something embarrassing/dangerous. Yeah we were evil kids...]

Marc sighed and walked over to a more private part of the playground. He closed his eyes before spreading his legs and relaxing his bladder. When he was done, the front of his cargo pants were a much darker color and there was a puddle on the ground, slowly soaking into the dirt. 

"Done," Marc said, embarrassed, "Okay, Lola. Truth or Dare?"

Marc had noticed how she crossed and uncrossed her legs and walked in circles. "I dare you to pee your pants too," he told her. 

She did so with no hesitation. Spreading her legs, she absolutely soaked her jean shorts. Urine ran down her legs and pooled at her feet. 

The three boys watched her with fascination, their mouths wide open. "That actually felt really good, I had to go so bad," she said.

"Um... what are we going to do about this?" Marc asked his friends. Both Mike and Joey simply shrugged. 

"I have sweatpants and basketball shorts in my P.E. locker," Lola offered.

The boys nodded and followed her as she snuck inside to the girls' locker room. Lola changed her shorts and Marc put on the sweatpants, which were a plain gray color and indistinguishable from mens' pants. 

"What are you boys doing in here!?" the girls' basketball coach asked loudly. 

"Uhhhh... Well my friend here, Joey needed to use the bathroom," Lola said, and glared at him. He started doing an exaggerated potty dance. 

"The boys' locker room is locked, and he obviously can't make it to the next bathroom." 

The coach's glare softened, and Joey added, "I'm desperate, please?"

The coach nodded her head and left not even questioning why the other two boys had to be there. 

Joey ran into the bathroom and said "Thank God you came up with that excuse, I really do have to go." Lola noticed how he was still doing a little dance even though the coach had left. 

"Oh no," Marc said, pinning Joey against the wall by his arms, you're going to pee yourself just like you made us do." 

Joey squirmed for a minute, but without his hands to help hiim. his hold was crumbling. He had needed to go throughout the whole game as well, he was just better at hiding it. 

After a couple minutes, Joey begins urinating forefully into his jeans. At the same time, Mike was trying to conceal how much he was enjoying this.

"You like this?" a red-faced Joey asked seductively. Mike bit his lip. "Well then, maybe we'll have to try it again sometime," Joey whispered, getting closer to Mike 

Mike moaned. 

"I didn't know you liked piss...." Marc said to Mike.

Mike shrugged, embarrassed. "Heh, me neither." 

"I didn't know you like Mike, Lola teased Joey.

"Shut up, I don't," He looked over and saw Mike smile shyly at him. He blushed. "Okay, maybe a little."

Lola laughed, "Awwww!"

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