Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 23:58:01 -0400
From: Aaron Grant <thegrantfinale123@gmail.com>
Subject: Practice Room Piss Off

Practice Room Piss Off
by Aaron Grant
thegrantfinale123@gmail.com

Trevor and I walked down the practice room hall
in our college's music building, passing by a
bunch of rooms with the sound panels ripped off
the wall and placed in front of the door, so
people can't see them practicing, or doing other
things. We were in a very classy establishment.

I walked up to one of the practice rooms that
appeared empty. You couldn't get into the rooms
without scanning your school ID card, which was
kind of cool, because then nobody could get in
unless you opened the door for them. This also
worked well for the people who were doing more
than just practicing piano.

I pushed open the door and Trevor and I walked
inside and sat down at the piano. We had a
performance of our duet coming up: one piano,
four hands. It sounded pretty cool, but we
still needed a lot of practice. Time flew, as
it usually does when you lose yourself in your
music. Eventually, after a runthrough of our
piece, Trevor stood up. "Hey, man, I gotta pee."

"I kinda gotta do, too," I replied, also standing
up.

Trevor groaned. "But the bathrooms are so far
away, and I really don't feel like packing up
my stuff."

"Yeah, me either," I pondered, then I got a
sick idea. "We should have a holding contest."

"What?" Trevor cocked an eyebrow at me and
backed away. "Nah, dude, that's sick."

"What if we make it interesting?"

"Interesting how?"

I thought about it for a minute. How could
I make this more interesting than it already
was? The thought of Trevor squirming and
desperate was enough to make my dick grow to
a respectable semi. It was already interesting
enough for me. But now I had to think of a
way to get him interested in doing it. I
searched through my backpack and brought out
two water bottles, both of which I had brought
with me to marching band but neither of which
I had drunk, because it was getting to the time
of year where the weather was cooling down, so
I didn't need to drink as much. I sat one bottle
at the end of the piano closest to Trevor, and
one by me. "We both stay here, sipping this water,
until one of us can't hold back anymore. The loser
has to do whatever the winner wants for a full week."

"Whoa, Nick. Anything the other wants?" I nodded.
"Within reason, of course." Trevor seemed to relax
a little after I said that. "Fine," he said,
picking up the water bottle and taking a swig.
"You got a deal."

We continued practicing our piano piece, taking
a sip of water at any point of rest in the piece.
By the time we got to the third page, Trevor was
starting squirm a little bit, and I constantly
adjusted my junk in my shorts. I continuously
made mistakes in the music, as I was too busy
imagining Trevor getting more and more desperate,
until he finally lost control and let loose a
pool of golden pee into his jeans.

As we went on with our practice session, I noticed
Trevor messing up as much as I was, and he was
constantly trying to keep his hand on his crotch,
or as much as he could while playing. This was a
perfect time to have a pee holding contest. You
can't hold your dick, because your hands are
playing, you can't cross your legs, because you
need to pedal, and you can't concentrate on
controlling your bladder, because you're
concentrating on the music. We were head to head,
neither one of us in good odds.

I figured Trevor only agreed to this challenge
because he knew of my tiny bladder. When we hung
out, I used to go to use the bathroom basically
every ten minutes or so. He knew I couldn't last
for very long in this competition. He was kind of
right.

We had been practicing for half an hour, and by
now it was quite apparent that there was a little
discomfort in our nether-regions. Trevor got up
and placed the sound panel in front of the door.
He said he didn't want anyone to see us and
potentially figure out what was going on.

So our practicing resumed, Trevor now attempting
to play six different notes with one hand and me
softly groaning in discomfort as I played. When
I turned the page, I felt a small jet of piss
shoot out of my dick, and I quickly threw my
hand over my crotch, hoping it wasn't noticeable.
I think the same thing happened to Trevor, because
he quickly pressed down on his dick, now rock hard
with a nice defined bulge in his jeans.

After a couple more minutes, Trevor stopped playing
altogether and pressed down on his crotch with both
hands. "Sorry Nick," he groaned. "I just can't play
anymore. I gotta pee too badly." He winced, in pure
pain now. He still had an obvious hard-on, as did I,
and I stopped playing to follow Trevor's example
and hold my dick.

We sat there, grimacing in pain as our bladders filled
and pressed, an accidentally stroke of my boner sent
tingles through my body, and I started slowly
rubbing my rock hard member. Trevor took notice
straight away.

"Dude, are you jerking off?"

"It kinda helps relieve the pressure."

"Don't do that in front of me, that's gross."

"Sorry," I stopped stroking my dick. "It's kinda
hard, you know. I just gotta pee so bad, I'll do
anything to take the pressure off."

"I guess that just means that I win then." Trevor
winked at me.

"Hell no!" I laughed. "You're going down!" My threat
seemed a lot less menacing when immediately after I
groaned and doubled over.

We continued like that for what seemed like eternity,
Trevor and I doubled over, holding in our pee as best
we could, slowly sipping from the water bottles, only
adding to our torment, and me unconsciously stroking
my dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
It seemed like we'd never get relief, until Trevor
stood up as yelped, as I saw a long stream of piss
escape into his jeans, leaving a dark wet spot on
his crotch. "Shit!" Trevor cursed as he fought and
eventually regained control of his bladder.

"Ha, I win!"

"What? But I still have it under control."

"But you did lose control, which was the terms of
this agreement."

Trevor silently cursed under his breath. "So, now
I have to do whatever you want, right?" Trevor was
sweating, both from nervousness and from struggling
to control his aching bladder.

"Oh yeah, you do." I winked at him, which only
caused him to grimace with embarrassment and shame.
Still struggling to control my own urine, I moved
in closer to him, placing a hand on his wet crotch,
which almost made him lose control again, as I felt
another, smaller spurt escape his hard cock.

I ran my other hand along his sides, releasing
another small jet of piss, and slowly made my way
up to his neck, planting soft kisses up to his ear,
where I whispered softly, "Take off your pants."

With a whine, Trevor slowly unbuckled his belt,
relieving some of the pressure on his bladder, and
dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing a pair of
blue plaid boxers, soaked with his pee, tenting out
from his hard cock. He pulled his boxers to his ankles,
and his solid member poked out at about 7 inches. I
touched it and a small stream of pee splashed my
hand, and I licked it off my hand. Trevor took off
his shirt (and without being told to! He's such a
good boy!) and helped me take off mine. Our lips
interlocked as I unbuckled my belt and let my own
cock get some air. I broke the kiss, turning around
and bending over. "Fuck me."

I felt Trevor's pulsing, wet cock enter my asshole
with a strong pinching sensation. He slowly thrusted
into me, each thrust with a moan that I couldn't
tell if it was from pleasure or desperation. I
slowly stroked my own cock, now also wet with
precum and a little bit of pee.

Inevitably, Trevor's bladder got the best of him,
and I felt a jet of hot pee escape into my asshole.
"Ah, shit. I'm sorry," Trevor cried. "I really
can't hold it anymore."

"Hold it as best as you can," I ordered, but
Trevor's bladder refused to listen. With each
thrust, another jet of pee found its way into
my canal. "I really can't," he moaned, a larger
stream releasing inside of me. "I'm sorry!" and
with that, his muscles completely failed, and he
simply let it flow inside my ass. It lubed his
cock, and he continued thrusting, moaning with
both pleasure and relief.

Feeling his warm, wet juices inside of me, I
struggled to keep my own bladder contained. I
failed. I moaned as a strong jet of piss shot
out of my dick, soaking the practice room floor.
I strained to to keep the floor as dry as possible,
but to no avail, as I emptied my entire bladder
onto the floor. Trevor's own piss joined mine as
he reached orgasm and pulled out of my ass.

"Jesus Christ, Trevor," I panted. "That was
fucking hot." He remained silent. We were
both covered in piss, and our clothes were
soaked. I had no idea how we were going to get
out of this one, and I could tell he was having
the same thoughts. I got up and kissed him on the
lips. "Let's just wait here until the building
closes. We can just chill here for a couple of
hours, our clothes will dry, and then we can walk
back to the dorms once everyone's gone."

"Our clothes will still smell," Trevor said. "I
don't want people to think anything."

"Just act like nothing's different. Nobody will
know."

He shrugged and sulked a bit. I kissed him again.
"It'll be fine."

"I guess, but what are we going to do until our
clothes are dry?" But he already knew the answer,
cuz my hand was already massaging his dick.