He felt a small squirt escape into his briefs but he managed to contain it, and when he looked down there was no obvious wet spot. He prayed that they would head straight home.

"While we're in town," his mother said as she started the engine, "I need to get another can of paint for the trim in the kitchen. I'll swing by Home Bargains."

Josh's innards churned with mixed emotions. He would get to see Sam again, but he might do so with peed pants! He clamped his legs together and clenched his fists with the effort of holding his bladder. When they parked in front of the store, he walked gingerly behind his mother and looked around frantically for Sam. Brian, the other young clerk, came to wait on them.

"Is - is Sam here?" Josh asked hesitatntly.

"He's out back taking inventory," the dark-haired man replied. "If you rap on the door he'll let you in."

Sensing that his control was slipping, Josh felt panic, and he moved rapidly from foot to foot until the door opened and Sam's smiling face appeared.

"You've got to let me use your loo," Josh said at once, giving his dick a squeeze.

Sam grinned. "Again? We've got to stop meeting like this." He laughed and let his new friend into the storeroom. "This is certainly a pleasant break from what I've been doing all afternoon."

Gripping himself, Josh strode toward the rear of the space.

Since he had last been here shelves had been moved around, there were extra pallets of good stacked up along one wall and some of those had been split open. He tried to concentrate on other things around him rather than the agony in his gut. He felt hot too and was sure he was flushed and sweating, but then again, he was on the verge of an accident. He felt damp in his trousers and couldn’t keep squeezing it as other things were happening he didn’t want to. He hoped it was just a self-defence thing to stop him wetting himself but as Sam was there he couldn’t trust that idea.

Finally they approached the familiar door. Sam stopped and frowning glanced back
“Sorry mate” Josh froze, he looked up then past Sam, the door was closed with a sign across the door “Closed – Due to Flooding” and “Engineer On Call”
“What!” he exclaimed
“Don’t you have another?” he hissed, he felt a lot worse now, he had been expecting to be in the throes of relief by now.
“No Josh, sorry, this is why we need to learn to wait. It happens often” Josh felt almost unwell now, and a bit faint. Automatically his legs slipped together to clench and close, something he normally didn’t do but right now he was thinking hard.

There was no way he could survive the journey home and no way he could ask mum to let him go somewhere to pee. It would be too obvious that something was up. He let a soft whimper out
“Oh no!” he gasped, leaning on a pallet for support
“Can you make it home?” Sam asked, Josh shook his head
“I’m totally busting for a slash” he groaned and then gave his cock another brisk squeeze, he noticed a sly smile from Sam, whose gaze had centred on his crotch
“I don’t think I can hold it, I’m gonna wet myself at this rate”
“Looks like you’ve started already!” sam indicated, a quick glance revealed a 50p sized darker patch near where his cock ended
“Hell” he moaned then added
“Perhaps I’d best just let go now….” He whined
“I’ve another idea” offered Sam, Josh looked up
“Yeah? Are you gonna open the door for me?”
“Not in so many words. Follow me” and with that he strode off.

Josh struggled, he had to hold it in and at the same time he had to keep up. There wasn’t any one else around that he could see or hear. Sam led him to the back of the storage area, and there was another room there, smaller, but still cram packed with stuff. Some looked old, with shelves that had dust, a weak light bulb and some shafts of sunlight through a crusted old dirty window, with a few ‘view ports’ left open. Sam strode to the back of the room and then indicated to Sam to follow

“I’ve come here in the past when things have got a bit much” he sighed
“What do you mean? A bit much?”
“Working in a store means sometimes you get customers you just cant cope with, so you need some quiet time to chill away from them. The management recognise this”
“Oh”
“Yeah, it’s our kind of de-stresser. Well, this is where I come” he smiled
“And how is that gonna help me?” whined Josh, his entire body screaming for relief, he felt like crying the pain was so bad

Sam turned back to the wall and extracted something, a glass thing. Josh let out a brief smile when he saw it. It was a milk bottle, empty and clean
“I’ve got a few back here for emergencies”
“Um, I don’t think I want to know… But I’d like to borrow one off you!” whimpered Josh
“Are you sure you can go here? It’s a bit open” Josh nodded quickly
“It’s not so much of the problem of nerves but actually holding it back in”
“I see you’re point” Sam replied.

He set it down on the edge of one of the shelves at the end and josh strode over. He quickly dropped his flies, and eased his cock out, squeezing it, before slipping it into the bottle.

True to word, he didn’t even need to think about starting. As soon as the cold feeling of the glass was there it started to gush in. Splattering in noisily
“Shh Josh, you’ll be heard” and Sam reached over his shoulder and took the bottle in one hand and lifted it at a tilt. Josh felt himself blushing, his neck and face burning red as Sam’s grip held his vessel of relief, but still it gushed in, although quieter.

He relaxed, the pressure eased in his gut but still it gushed on and on and….

He wasn’t fully empty when Sam said
“Hey, you wanna stop soon… very soon” a glance down revealed the bottle almost full so he made the conscious effort to hold it back. Most of the pain had gone but he still had to let some out. When he finally stopped and withdrew his semi hard dripping cock the level was within an inch of the top!

“Wow!” groaned Josh as he slipped his cock away
“Yeah, I’m not surprised you were desperate!” added Sam, almost in awe
“Oh god, that’s so amazing, to be empty”
“Are you fully empty?” he shook his head
“But I can get home now” he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll look after this for you…”
“Thanks” breathed out Josh again and they slipped out. Sam took the bottle over to the cleaning area and emptied the bottle down a drain with the tap running too. The noise caused Josh to have shivers go all over him, but he soon calmed down. The bottle was filled with fresh water and left next to the drain. Then they walked to the exit.

Josh’s’ mother was waiting for him near the door
“Ahh! There you are, I was just discussing your coming week of work with your new boss, it’s quite surprising what they’ve got lined up for you” she smiled and thanked Mr Bronson. He was about to talk to Josh and his cell phone rang so apologized and said he’d speak to him on Monday, and called out ‘8am please’ before slipping off

“Ready to go Josh?”
“Sure Mum” he glanced back and waved to Sam
“See you Monday” he called and Sam nodded. As Josh turned to leave he noticed Sam had quite a bulge in his work trousers. He decided not to think much about that for now. They returned to the car and before they got in his mother said
“I’m feeling a bit puckish, why don’t we pop over to MacDonalds and get something to eat and drink”
“Sure” he replied, in his own mini nirvana while the pain was gone yet he noticed his erection was still there...

Alone in his room, his tummy filled with fast food and his bladder rapidly filling from the oversized drink, Josh considered what had occurred at the store. He had held his pee longer than he thought he could, he had relieved himself without hesitation in front of Sam, and he had voided more than he thought possible. These accomplishments made him feel good, as did the persistent erection in his pants. He rubbed it and relished in the thrill.

Monday came, and Josh made sure that he peed just before leaving for his first day at Home Bargains. Sam took him under his wing, and between customers he showed Josh aisle after aisle of goods, pointing out items with the greatest profit margin.

"I'll never remember it all," Josh said, overwhelmed.

"You will after a few weeks," Sam assured him. "Now let me show you what's happening out back."

The familiar storeroom had changed. Two workmen were knocking out the back wall and constructing a new one twenty feet further out. In the middle of the floor stood the naked toilet, and Sam's refuge had been razed. Josh panicked.

"B-b-but there's no bathroom now!" he stammered.

"The Bronsons go home during the day," Sam responded, "and I try to hold it until the workmen are gone. If I can't, hell, it's just guys. They have to pee, too." He smiled. "I've watched them."

"I - I don't think I can go with people watching."

"You did it with me."

"Thats different. We're, ah, friends."

"You'll manage."

The morning was busy, and by noontime Josh was assisting customers on his own. He and Sam ate lunch with the workmen while the Bronsons tended the store. The older carpenter, Stan, was tall and lean, and his assistant, Joel, was stockier and hardly older than Josh.

Stan threw away his sandwich wrappers and strode to the toilet. "Go watch the door," he said to Joel, who scampered to the store access. Then the lean man extracted his dick, and without hesitation he peed strongly into the bowl. Josh was shocked at his casual manner and also a bit worried, because he was beginning to feel the need to go.

Josh wanted to ask Sam what time the workmen normally left. While he did not need to pee badly yet ,he knew that if the guys were there until 5 then he was in trouble.

He also realised that he had no idea when the Bronsons left the shop. Sam always seemed to know but so far today Josh could not say if they were around or not. Josh was starting to feel a little insecure and troubled.

Thirty minutes or so after having heard Stan pee in the toilet Josh was back out on the shop floor serving customers, his need to pee falling to the back os his mind as he enjoyed explaining gadget after gadget to the customers.

"tea's up" said Sam to him as a satisfied customer made his way to the till.

"It gets quiet about now usually because of the school run and holiday clubs. Come and have a cuppa"

Josh wanted to refuse any more liquid. Despite not needing to go urgently, Josh wanted to go to the toilet. He did not want to have to hold it despite not being desperate. He just wanted to be able to go to the toilet, shut the door and have a wee.

Sam noticed Josh's hesitation.

"Something up?"

Josh blushed immediately but shook his head.

"If its any consolation" continued Sam, "I am absolutely dying to go. Another hour and the guys will be gone."

"Oh you're just saying that" said Josh, feeling relieved that Sam had guessed what what troubling him.

Josh was not sure though if Sam's admission made him feel better or not. He reasoned with himself that if he just had to wait an hour then a cuppa was not going ot be that much of a problem.

Josh followed Sam in to the store room just in time to see Joel taking an obviously much needed leak in to the bowl. Josh's bladder spasmed with his need as Josh tried to look away. Sam, he noticed, had his usual erection but was also tense, his legs clenched tighly and his hand in his overall pocket holding something with his other hand occupied by his tea mug.

Josh realised that Sam had not just been making him feel better. Sam really did urgently need to pee and Josh was no where near that desperate. He was looking forward to the workmen leaving.

The moment they entered the storeroom, Joel cut short his pee and scampered toward the rear of the space.

"Bet he had only half a piss," Sam remarked with a smile. "Judging from that giant iced coffee he had with lunch, he'll be back for another soon." He shifted from foot to foot. "Didn't you say you needed one, too?"

"Not really," Josh replied. "I've been practicing, like you said I should. I know I can't wait as long as you can, but I will some day."

Just then they heard the chime from the front door.

"The Bronsons are still on their lunch break," Sam said, "so I guess we'd better get out front."

Two older women were looking for just the right color paint, and as Sam discussed the virtues of oil-based and latex paints, and flat, semi-gloss and enamels, he crossed and recrossed his legs and jigged slightly. Josh could see his mentor becoming impatient and then distressed as the women contradicted each other and could not make up their minds. Then another customer entered and Josh went to wait on him.

Josh was at the register handing his customer his goods when Sam sidled up to him.

"I'm starting to piss in my pants," he hissed through his teeth. "You gotta take these two dames while I run out back."

"I don't know anything about paint," Josh responded.

Sam's face showed panic. "But I'll piss myself!"

"Ok, I guess I could try to sound knowlegable" Josh muttered.

"You'll do just fine, I'm sure" Sam said, as he gave himself a reasuring squeze, hoping the same could be said for himself.

Just as Sam walked in the direction of the store rooms, he heard a call.
"Excuse me mate. I was wondering if you could help me." It was from a guy in his late 30's, and as Sam turned around see what he wanted, he thought the face was familar, but couldnt quite place it.

"Yes, what is it?" Sam snaped, not meaning to sound quite so impatient.

"I was wanting your advice on which shower would go best in my bathroom."

As Sam walked over to the bathroom area, he was trying to formulate his plan of action. Josh could see the bathroom sales area from where he was listening to the ladies, disscusing over off white colour, and cream.

"I think that this one, whats it called again?" Said one.
"Uhh, thats the off white madam." Josh added
"Will go better in the bedroom." Continuing as if Josh had said nothing.

"But I do like slight touch of ivory." Said the other.

Josh thought they would never decide, as soon as they had it down to two colours then they picked another. As he strained to hear what Sam was talking about to the customer, he could see that Sam had his hand in his pocket.

"I can get you a look at that shower head if you like sir, I havent got the ladder out here to reach it, but Im sure we have some out back. I can go and look if you like." Sam hoped this was his chance.

Sam, his hand squeezing madly reached the storeroom only to realise that the guy he had been helping was right behind him.

"Actually, don't worry about getting a ladder, I think I know what you are saying, now how about the taps, can you help me with those?"

Sam felt his bladder push wee along his shaft. He needed to let it go. He needed to use the toilet, workmen or no workmen.

"Yes of course". If you make your way back to the showers I'll join you there" Sam was on the verge of crying in his pain. He knew he was pee dancing but the guy did not seem to notice his discomfort.

Sam turned to go in to the storeroom when he heard Josh call his name.

"Sam? Sam? I need your help with the till. The paints wont go through"

Sam, his face pained turned to face Josh motioning to him to come over.

"Josh go back and wait I have got to piss before I do anything else I am about to go in my pants."

Josh looked at Sam's hand and his jigging and smiled.

"You are bursting aren't you? Well I am sure you can wait. What was it you told me. Practise makes perfect?"

"Come on there are customers waiting, then the workmen will be gone. Then you can piss remember"

Sam, looking longingly at the lone toilet in the middle of the stockroom floor and turned towards Josh.