"Love me through it all"

4

An hour or so later, both sodas had been drank, along with two more each, and the bag of chips was finished. The boys had killed the ender dragon and were working on building an awesome house. Stan finished his fourth soda and threw the can toward a small trash can in the corner of his room. He sat on his knees and didn't even notice his bladder filling up with each can he drank. The boys played Minecraft. Building, killing, and crafting, as boys do. Stan hit Kyle with his sword resulting in a poke from Kyle and a shriek from Stan.

"What was that?" Kyle asked, a sly smile on his face.

Stan, face red, replied, "Nothing," in a squeaky voice.

"Didn't sound like nothing," Kyle said as he launched forward and started tickling Stan.

Stanly erupted in laughter and squirmed around as his friend tickled him. "Stop!" He screamed as Kyle rubbed his fingers across Stan's body. "Ah! K-Kyle!"

Stan felt his bladder fill up and a leak escaped him as Kyle tickled. Stan panicked and started fighting to get Kyle off by squirming around and screaming louder. "Kyle! Get Off!" He yelled in a shrill and loud voice. Kyle stepped back and Stan shot up, hand welded deeply in his crotch.

"Woah, Stan-" Kyle started to say, but Stan ran out of his room down to the bathroom, leaking down his legs the whole way.

He got to the door and it was locked. He knocked rapidly to whoever was in there. "G-get out! I need to pee!" He cried, tears falling down his face just as fast as pee was dripping down his legs.

"I'm in here Stan!" Randy called out, "You'll have to hold it."

Stan whined, he didn't even notice Kyle staring at him from his bedroom door. Stan ran outside, for the first time he was glad to live on the farm. He was outside down below his window in front of a large tree. He struggled with his belt, unable to stop wiggling enough to free himself. He unhooked his belt and finally let out the half of his bladder that stayed put.

Kyle watched stan through the window secretly, blushing. He wondered to himself why he liked seeing Stan like that. He felt his face grow red and his penis was semi-erect. He was wondering how to hide his predicament when Stan walked in, head shamefully looking at his feet, uncomfortable sodden sweats on his bottom.

Kyle tried to look away, but his eyes were glued to stan. Neither spoke for around 2 minutes, but eventually, Kyle broke the silence.

"U-uh, m-maybe you should put some new pants on s-stan." He spoke softly.

"Yeah, I'll do that." Stan shot back, hurrying to his dresser and disappearing into his closet to change.