Plight In The Pissenger Seat

"Refreshments?" Jonah said. His short hair spiked out of his visor cap and his wiry biceps strained under the weight of the clipboard he read from. With his slim build, curated outfit, and constant proximity to us girls, Jonah looked every bit the closeted gay man we loved teasing him to be.

"Right here!" Brooke replied, raising a bulging Quickie Go bag like it was a pom-pom. Her short crop top accentuated the length of her lean, tan belly.

"Gas?" Jonah called.

"Check!" Misty replied, slamming the gas cap on my small SUV. Her red curls weren't the only thing that bounced as she joined our huddle in the canopy shade. Somehow, despite being half a head shorter than anyone, she managed to look down at us--our own curvy Napoleon.

"Bladders empty?" Jonah said, looking at me.

Misty and Brooke looked at me, too.

I put my hands on my hips and flipped my golden hair. I leaned forward for Jonah's benefit--I wasn't "busty," but cleavage was cleavage and Jonah was easy to knock off balance.

"Screw you guys, I just went and I won't need to go for hours!" I sneered.

"Goldie, you made us stop thrice last time--on a two hour drive!" Jonah protested.

I folded my arms and stuck my tongue out. "I've been practicing."

Misty laughed and Brooke guffawed.

"How can you practice that?" Brooke said.

"You just can," I replied indignantly. "Just you wait, you bitches will be begging to stop, hands on your pussies, while I'm lounging, legs spread, and fully immersed in an audiobook."

Jonah raised a hand as if we

weren't

on spring break. "Not me! I don't have a pussy."

We all rolled our eyes and he hunched as his joke landed awkwardly.

"Anyway," he said, rolling his shoulders back, "we aren't stopping for you Goldie, seriously."

"See if I care."

"We aren't stopping until we absolutely need gas... in nine hours."

"I promise not to tell your momma when you wet your khaki shorts."

Jonah shook his head and walked to the driver's seat. Misty and Brooke leaned toward me conspiratorially.

"But like, seriously," Misty said, "you gonna make it? I think he's serious this time."

I felt a twinge of embarrassment as I remembered how much I had squirmed, begged, cried, and threatened on our last trip. I may have even let a tiny trickle out just to prove I meant business.

"Alright, how about this? If I don't make us stop, you both owe me fifty bucks."

"Wow, cocky," Brooke said.

Jonah honked the horn and we all held a finger up to him. Misty and Brooke were kind enough to use their index fingers.

"Ok, but if you lose, you have to wear diapers for a week," Misty smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "So?"

Misty looked at me sideways, then rolled her own eyes. "Brooo, I mean you have to

use

them."

"Ah, sick!"

I considered it.

"Ok, but only pee. I don't think anyone wants to deal with..."

"No one in this universe, that's for sure," Misty said, looking directly into the camera lens.

I stuck my pinky out and the other two girls hooked theirs onto mine.

As I buckled into shotgun, I casually asked, "How should I spend my hundred? Maybe a spa day?"

"What hundred?" Jonah asked while the other girls blabbermouthed their hands at me.

"The girls have to cough up when they need to pee first. You want in? I could always use a mani-pedi, too!"

Jonah shook his head and smiled as he pulled the car onto the long, long road.

"I've got a better idea."

***

6 HOURS 'TIL PIT STOP

***

"I can't believe this," Jonah muttered.

He was fidgeting in the driver's seat, glancing at me to make sure I didn't see him rearranging what lay just beneath his zipper.

I looked back at Misty and Brooke. They both had worry lines etched around their eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked, slowly raising my Sprite to my lips. I took the longest, slurpiest sip I could, getting more air than soft drink in my mouth.

"How the fuck are you still going?" Misty all but shrieked from the back. "It's been three hours!"

"Factory settings," I said, leaning back and putting my feet on the dashboard so the sun could leave warm kisses on my soles. "I'm just built better."

"Goldie, you sure you don't need to stop?" Jonah asked, glancing at my feet, then kneading his crotch again.

I spread my legs. "I'm Gucci."

In the back, Brooke was fighting sobs. "But she always goes first! Goldie, we

need

you to go so we--"

"Shut the fuck up!" Misty screeched, jumping on Brooke and wrestling a hand over her mouth.

"I fucking

knew

it!" I yelled, turning to kneel on my seat. "You guys always tease me for needing to go, but you go in secret when I do!"

Brooke's eyes, panicked and smushed from Misty's mitt, darted around the car in a guilty flurry.

"Let her go, Misty, she only confirmed what I suspected," I said, putting my ass back in my chair.

Misty got off Brooke, who kept whispering, "What?

What?

"

"Okay, yes, our bladders are only a tiny bit better than yours, so you were our scapegoat," Jonah admitted, one hand still under the wheel.

"

Were,

" I corrected. "Were only a tiny bit better."

"Yeah, how the fuck does someone practice holding it in?" Brooke said, looking at me like I was a goddess.

I basked under her gaze. "Well, pretty much what you just said. You just practice holding it."

"Guys, I'm 'bout to gargle," Jonah said.

"Huh?" Brooke said.

"I'm so full of piss it's going up my--"

"We got it!" Misty snapped.

"Let's stop then," I shrugged.

A collective sigh of relief went around the car.

"Should I collect now or later? I'm flexible," I said.

"Seriously?" from the group.

"Oh, as if you tiddlywinks weren't going to make me soak a week's worth of diapers? Of course you owe me, fuck you very much!"

"Tiddlywinks?" Jonah said.

"Pay up or piss off."

"Fuck this," Jonah said reaching for an empty Powerade.

"Are you

trying

to lose? I knew you'd like my condition, you closet otter!" I gloated, seeing what he was about to do.

"Fuck that! The bet was whoever made us stop first lost. I'm going to go on the go--no stop."

I thought about it. He was technically right, we had specified stopping, not peeing.

"Fine," I said, "It'll be more satisfying when Misty breaks first anyway. But," I said, jabbing a finger at Jonah, "you better not spill a drop in my car."

I watched as he fumbled every part of the operation with one hand, failing to open the bottle and his zipper.

"Here," I said, unscrewing the cap of the bottle with one hand and unzipping his fly with the other.

"You're... dexterous," he said.

"She's a slut," Misty said.

Brooke giggled, then held her stomach and moaned.

"Spill and you lose a nut," I said, handing him the bottle.

Jonah fumbled at his crotch, his fingers catching and slipping frantically at the package hidden in his drawers.

"Oh, shit, don't look," he said as he finally freed his member.

We all leaned in.

"Oh my god, are you hard?" I said, completely ignoring his imperative.

"No! Look, sometimes holding it causes boners."

"So you

are

hard?" Brooke gasped, waddling carefully to the edge of her chair to better look in Jonah's lap.

"NO!" he yelled, "It's just a semi!"

I stared at his "semi." Jonah wasn't porn star big, but even at half mast he was smuggling a real cervix bruiser. He wasn't circumcised, which was in his favor as the extra skin helped his shaft taper more easily into the bottle neck.

He caught me staring, then shook his head like an angry moose. He was too concerned with the task at hand to deal with my voyeurism. Making sure his tip stayed in the bottle, he rotated the whole thing down like some kind of veiny lever until the bottle rested snugly between his knees.

Everything in place, he put both hands on the wheel and visibly relaxed.

Fssssst!

The car was dead silent except for the murmur of rubber on asphalt and the dribbling that slowly pitched up as the bottle filled.

It was like watching a train wreck--none of us girls could wrench our eyes away from the sight of Jonah's cock filling the bottle with clear fluid. I was weirdly disappointed to see that his penis got softer as he went. Apparently full bladders

do

cause boners.

His stream didn't let up until the bottle was almost full again. He pulled out and the gurgling in the car stopped abruptly.

Jonah let out a long sigh. "That'll help."

"That'll

help?

" I echoed.

"What'd you do, down a fish tank this morning?" Misty added.

We all stared at the bottle as Jonah screwed the cap on. At least he had his priorities straight--he replaced the lid before putting his flaccid buddy away.

"Wait, back to my thing," I said, "what do you mean 'that'll help'?"

He looked at me, then turned his eyes back to the road with a hint of a smile.

The motherfucker was getting smug!

"I've still got to go, but I can wait. At least I have another of these just in case." He held up a Powerade bottle with blue liquid in it.

"Uh, that's full," Brooke said helpfully.

"Yeah, but I've got room now. Out with the old and in with the new," Jonah smiled.

I stared at the bottle. The piss bottle, I mean. He'd just filled that and he had more still? Was that impressive? Hot? Disgusting?

I felt a tingling in my own nethers that a normal pit stop wouldn't cure.

***

5 HOURS 'TIL PIT STOP

***

"Really Jonah? Again?" Misty said, palming her eyes.

We've all been friends a long time and were pretty comfortable with each other. Misty, Brooke, and I had even done some college experimenting together. We'd all enjoyed it, but not enough to make it a habit--much to Jonah's chagrin as he met us after we'd pretty much stopped.

Basically, we weren't squeamish about bodies. But... this was getting gratuitous.

"It's not my fault none of you will help me empty the bottles!" he countered, screwing his fifth cap. "It comes in, it's gotta go out."

"You're literally in a car with three girls, all of whom have held it just fine," I said, taking the bottle from him and holding it to my chest.

Not for any reason, just a thoughtless motion.

The bottle was carnally warm through the thin fabric of my blouse. A stray drop dribbled from the rim and wet my shirt. I stared at it like it was a hieroglyph that told where pharaoh's treasure was buried. My eyes dragged up to the box of tissues on the console.

I didn't reach for one.

No one had seemed to notice that for the last hour I'd been moving like I was underwater. They were probably too focused on the fact that Jonah had been hanging dong since bottle number three. Functionally, it made sense for him to not keep pulling it in and out, but still, it was beyond what was comfortable even for us.

"Look," Jonah said, opening bottle six and downing the red fluid between words. "I've got a system going--glug glug--and it's working. Glug glug--You're all about to piss yourselves!"

"I'm fine," I said.

Misty just glared at me.

Brooke looked down at Jonah's cock draped over his leg, then up at his nearly empty bottle. "Why don't you just... dump the bottle out the window then pee in it?"

We all stared at her.

"What?" she said, shrinking back into her chair.

"How did Brooke think of that first?" Misty said, banging her head on Jonah's headrest.

"What, was it dumb?" Brooke said just above a whisper.

"Yes," I said.

Misty shot me a look.

"I... no!" I said, coming to myself. I looked at the bottle of piss slowly leaking against my chest. Had I been playing with the lid?

I threw the bottle to the floor with the others and looked at Brooke. "No Brooke. You're the only one thinking rationally here."

Brooke unshrank and smiled a little.

"Well, what's done is done," Jonah said, lining up the bottle and his member. "This is the last bottle, anyway."

"What?" Misty said, looking through the snacks. "Oh, you pissy prick!" she said, slapping the top of his head from behind.

"Watch it!" he said as he ducked, almost making the car swerve.

Misty didn't relent. She reached around for the bottle. "You do NOT get to fill up all six bottles! There are women in desperate need here!"

"They were MY drinks!"

"Chivalry is DEAD!" Misty screamed, just as she tugged on something that she must have mistaken for a bottle.

"Christ on a cracker!" Jonah roared. This time the car did swerve and we all screamed as Jonah regained control.

"Oh my god!" Misty screamed, yanking her arm away. "You peed on my hand!"

"I didn't, you just squeezed some out of me!"

Misty shook her hand in disgust, sending little droplets flying. My mouth dropped open--probably in surprise--and a few flecks landed on my tongue.

Salty, but not bitter, with a hint of nuttiness. A quality year.

"Fuck!" Jonah yelled.

We looked down to see that his little guy was growing up fast. Misty's accidental stimulation had helped Jonah's glans poke out of his foreskin like a nervous turtle from its shell.

"You perv!" Misty said, wiping her hand on the back of Jonah's seat.

"Screw you!" Jonah said. "I'm not turned on! It's like if I tweaked your tit, your nipple would stand on end, too! And I was already on the verge of a stiffy because--like I said--full bladders cause boners."

"No way," Brooke said. "Does it, like, feel good to need to pee?"

"No!" Jonah said. "It's purely mechanical, a full bladder squishes the veins that lead blood out of the penis but not the ones going in, so blood gets stuck and

wooop!

" On the last word, he straightened his finger as a visual aid.

"Thanks for Dicks 101, professor," I said, "but you need to put that thing away before you ruin my upholstery."

Did I sound convincing?

A small trickle escaped Jonah's alligator eye.

"Oh shit, where's the bottle?" Jonah said, desperately looking around while trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"Right here," Misty said, holding up the container with a smirk.

"Misty, I'm serious--"

"Pull over, twink!" Misty said with a cruel laugh.

"No fucking way. I'd rather piss myself than lose this bet."

"You'd make such a cute bottom, though!" Brooke said earnestly.

Back at the gas station, Jonah had bet that if he won, he got to spectate the rest of us in a "straight girls playing" session. We agreed. But if Jonah lost like a sissy, pissy bitch, he had to go to a gay bar and let some bear take his anal virginity.

Assuming he still had it.

Although everyone had questioned it, I was confident Jonah was straight. At least mostly. I mean, what straight guy

wouldn't

want to hang around three hot girls all the time?

Which is why I believed his threat.

I watched, mesmerized, as the fist of his glans fully emerged from the sleeve of his foreskin and the tiny trickle evolved to a full flow. Any second now, the dam in his bladder was going to erupt and jet that stream all over the car.

My car.

"Jonah," I said, eyes glued to his leaky cock.

My voice broke.

I mopped my tongue over my dry lips and palette.

"You better stop right fucking now."

His head strained against the headrest, his chin angled up, and his eyes narrowed as he watched the road.

"Sorry, Goldie. I'll pay for the detailing."

Everything slowed down.

Jonah's mouth opened in a primal groan of relief and shame.

Misty cackled triumphantly while Brooke watched through splayed fingers.

The beige length of his cock pulsed once.

The stream hiccuped.

Twice.

The stream surged then died.

Thrice.

It stopped completely.

I took all this in and knew I was one twitch away from having a car that would forever smell of twink piss.

Not happening.

The fourth pulse, and I could almost hear the roaring of incoming waters.

I've heard it said that heroes move without thinking, only concerned with helping in the present moment, risking their own wellbeing to save someone else.

As my lips wrapped around Jonah's purple head, I knew I was a hero.

An upholstery hero.

The torrent came so much faster than I expected.

Misty and Brooke held each other and screamed, like, victims in a slasher type screaming.

Jonah rolled his head and managed to say something like, "Ehrmahgerd."

I, of course, couldn't say or scream anything because my mouth was rapidly filling with warm, salty, fresh piss.

It came so much faster than I anticipated. Within seconds my mouth was full and the tide threatened to spray out my nose--which would have ruined the whole point of my heroic deed.

So I swallowed.

The salty aggregate formed a ball in my throat that spread and pushed as it traveled down, creating a sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure.

Swallowing meant I could breathe in through my nose, so I did--one long rattling suction of air to chase down the piss.

Within a second my mouth was brimming again.

Another huge swallow, but luckily this one didn't need to push as much since the path was already paved.

The girls screaming withered to rasping, but Jonah's groaning only got more fevered as I swallowed around the tip of his cock again and again, sucking every ounce of the golden fluid from his boy-bitch bladder.

My body temperature rose as the warm fluid pooled inside me. I swear, I felt my stomach bulging from the pure amount. This had to be more than a bottle's worth.

Then I remembered that Jonah had been filling the bottles and then

still holding it.

He was giving me the full load, like I was some leftover Big Gulp!

The nerve of that guy--

glug glug

--just putting all that in me--

glug

--like I'd asked for it or something!

But I kept my head bowed like a saint until the last few drops twitched onto my salt-shriveled tongue.

I sucked and swallowed a little more just to be sure my car was truly safe.

When I got nothing but twitches, I knew the deluge was over.

I started pulling my head up when Jonah shoved it back down.

"More," he grunted.

Assuming he had more pee, I stayed latched on. Bending made my bloated belly bunch on itself uncomfortably, and I suddenly let out a hissing, warm, salty belch around Jonah's member.

Jonah let out another moan, louder than the first, as he coated my mouth with a new salty emission.

I tried to swallow it, too, but this was thicker and definitely not as tasty--I mean, tasted different. This was salty, sure, but had a weird otherness to it that made me think of pancake batter in taste and consistency.

Oh my god.

I seethed around his dick as I waited for him to stop. He didn't even fill my mouth up once, thank god.

When his hips stopped bucking and his hand came off my head, I knew he was definitely done. I sat up and immediately reached for my Sprite. I threw the can back, but only one fizzy drop cut through the white plaster on my tongue.

"Any--" my throat caught, and I cleared my throat. "Anybody have something to drink?"

Misty looked at me like I'd grown devil horns while Brooke timidly shook her head.

***

4 HOURS 'TIL PIT STOP

***

It was so quiet in the car.

My face was still hot with embarrassment as I looked down at the bump in my tummy and pressed it, wondering just how much of my friend's piss I'd packed in there.

The other marvel was that I still didn't need to pee. I should have been bursting, but it seemed my training had paid off.

Of course, that didn't mean I was comfortable with what had to be a pint of piss and semen sloshing around inside me, but I'd manage.

Luckily, Brooke and Misty didn't know that Jonah had cum in my mouth. I mean, they obviously knew I'd chugged his piss, but I didn't want them thinking it was sexual for me in any way. Slurping his spermies had been totally causal.

I looked back at the girls, each of them cast in their own cathedral style effigy of human suffering.