Mark was taking an afternoon jog. It was hard work training for the track team, but he did it. He ran about an hour every day after school, and usually came home refreshed and thirsty.
But today was different. Today, he had brought a water bottle and gone farther out. He had drunk the whole thing, and was heading farther out from home than usual. He was in a residential neighborhood, so their was no where to go but back. But after an hour, having sucked the bottle dry, Mark realized something: he had to pee. Really bad. But there was absolutely no where to go. Any bush was on someone's lawn, and every single space was in view of the street and someone's house. So he started to head back.
Unfortunately for Mark, he had come out a lot faster than he could make it back, and was too tired from sprinting to run any more. About an hour and a half from when he left, even going back at a jogging pace, Mark was still miles from home. And he now realized something else: He had to pee REALLY REALLY bad. He realized he hadn't gone since before practice at school. He tried hurrying even more, but it was useless. That made him have to go worse. He needed to find somewhere to do the deed, but there was absolutely nowhere removed from public view. Cars whizzed by and people looked at him from every corner.
After two hours, Mark realized this was the worst pee of his life. He had to go NOW or he'd explode. He was literally limping along, holding his crotch. "This is worse than a morning piss, dude!" he moaned to himself. Just then, he found safe haven. The local middle school. He could go inside and do it somewhere. Anywhere! He ran to the gate, but it was locked. Closed to the public after school. He ran around to the back. Closed too. Mark was desperate. But then he saw something.
Inside was about three teens his age. Skater punks. They were skateboarding off the ramps in their baggy shorts with no helmets on. They were all joking about trashing the school. But how did they get in?
"Hey, dudes!" Mark called from the gate. They turned. "Can you let me in?"
"Why?" asked one. Mark recognized them from his high school. The one who answered was Danny. The others were Billy and Jason.
"I have to piss really bad! Lemme in!" Mark pleaded.
They laughed at him. After a few seconds, Danny paused, and then spoke.
"We climbed the gate, but we can open it from the inside. We'll let you in, but you have to do something for us," Danny said slyly.
"What?" asked Mark. He knew he'd have to agree, he couldn't climb the gate with his bladder 110% full. This was the only way.
"Whatever we want," smirked Danny. Billy and and Jason high-fived each other.
Mark paused. He thought about what sick things they'd make him do for a second. But only a second. This really was the WORST piss of his entire life. He had no alternatives whatsoever.
"Okay," he agreed. They opened the gate and let him in.
TO BE CONTINUED!
But today was different. Today, he had brought a water bottle and gone farther out. He had drunk the whole thing, and was heading farther out from home than usual. He was in a residential neighborhood, so their was no where to go but back. But after an hour, having sucked the bottle dry, Mark realized something: he had to pee. Really bad. But there was absolutely no where to go. Any bush was on someone's lawn, and every single space was in view of the street and someone's house. So he started to head back.
Unfortunately for Mark, he had come out a lot faster than he could make it back, and was too tired from sprinting to run any more. About an hour and a half from when he left, even going back at a jogging pace, Mark was still miles from home. And he now realized something else: He had to pee REALLY REALLY bad. He realized he hadn't gone since before practice at school. He tried hurrying even more, but it was useless. That made him have to go worse. He needed to find somewhere to do the deed, but there was absolutely nowhere removed from public view. Cars whizzed by and people looked at him from every corner.
After two hours, Mark realized this was the worst pee of his life. He had to go NOW or he'd explode. He was literally limping along, holding his crotch. "This is worse than a morning piss, dude!" he moaned to himself. Just then, he found safe haven. The local middle school. He could go inside and do it somewhere. Anywhere! He ran to the gate, but it was locked. Closed to the public after school. He ran around to the back. Closed too. Mark was desperate. But then he saw something.
Inside was about three teens his age. Skater punks. They were skateboarding off the ramps in their baggy shorts with no helmets on. They were all joking about trashing the school. But how did they get in?
"Hey, dudes!" Mark called from the gate. They turned. "Can you let me in?"
"Why?" asked one. Mark recognized them from his high school. The one who answered was Danny. The others were Billy and Jason.
"I have to piss really bad! Lemme in!" Mark pleaded.
They laughed at him. After a few seconds, Danny paused, and then spoke.
"We climbed the gate, but we can open it from the inside. We'll let you in, but you have to do something for us," Danny said slyly.
"What?" asked Mark. He knew he'd have to agree, he couldn't climb the gate with his bladder 110% full. This was the only way.
"Whatever we want," smirked Danny. Billy and and Jason high-fived each other.
Mark paused. He thought about what sick things they'd make him do for a second. But only a second. This really was the WORST piss of his entire life. He had no alternatives whatsoever.
"Okay," he agreed. They opened the gate and let him in.
TO BE CONTINUED!