Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2022 21:17:02 -0500
From: Michael Prymula <vexer6@gmail.com>
Subject: Yellow Fever-Chapter 1

Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are the property of Matt
Groening and 20th Century Fox. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and I do not make any money off of it.

summary: Milhouse tells Bart about his new fetish and Bart cannot help
but want to try it out for himself.

Category gay/celebrity

Bart Simpson was a mischievous 10-year old boy who tended to get in
trouble quite a bit, pulling pranks on others was one of his hobbies, but
little did he know he was about to discover another hobby, one that was
particularly naughty.-Omorashi. His dorky friend Milhouse of all people
had introduced him to it, he'd told Bart about the time he'd almost peed
his pants while out with his dad, Comic Book Guy forced him to buy some
crappy comic to use his bathroom and then when his dad came in CBG took
full advantage of it and said their transaction was complete, denying him
his relief for a little longer until he was able to use the bathroom at
Herman's gun shop, he was this close to drenching himself with his yellow
liquid as his pee sprayed out of his penis like a busted fire hydrant as
soon as he yanked down his pants and underwear, the relief was pure
bliss, he'd never felt so good in his entire life, afterwards he stroked
himself and had his most intense orgasm of his life. Since that day he'd
taken to wetting himself for fun, making sure to cover it up by doing it
right before it was time for his mom to do laundry or by getting muddy or
wet from playing in the backyard and it always made his orgasms
extra-powerful. He said that Bart should totally try it.

Bart thought it was weird like many of Milhouse's hobbies and dismissed
the idea, but all throughout the day his best friend's voice echoed in
his head egging him on to just try it. Before Bart knew it he'd
absent-mindedly had three chocolate milks for lunch, a large bottle of
water for gym class, a Science Water, a Buzz Cola and an energy drink.
Bart tended to put off relieving himself til the last minute and that was
really coming back to bite him in the ass today. He was absolutely
bursting for the toilet by the end of the day and asked Miss Krabappel if
he could go, she said no(no doubt in retaliation for the time earlier in
the week where he'd pranked her by putting diuretics in her drink,
resulting in her peeing herself in front of the entire class)and so he
was forced to hold it in all throughout last period, and of course
because the universe was a cruel mistress today's lesson was all about
water, he swore Miss K was deliberately tormenting him with all of the
talk of water and liquids and the showing of a movie of Niagara Falls, oh
it was like Chinese Water Torture for his poor bladder, he'd never been
this desperate in his whole life. Finally the bell rang and Bart was
about to race to the restroom like the Road Runner until Edna reminded
him he still had one day of detention left for his latest prank on her
and locked the classroom door after everyone else had left so Bart could
not escape. Normally students had to be allowed at least one restroom
break during detention, but Edna had tenure so she didn't have to worry
about getting fired, besides she was enjoying seeing the yellow devil
squirm desperately in his desk struggling to hold back the ocean of pee
surging to get out.

Bart was twisted into a pretzel by now with his legs crossed super-tight
and his hands squeezing his crotch like his life depended on it, time
seemed to tick away very slowly, as if it was the reverse of his Lil
Bastard Clock Tampering Kit. Edna delighted in further taunting Bart by
guzzling down lemonade and offering some to Bart, to which he shook his
head no. He heard Milhouse's voice inside his head telling him how good
it would feel to just let go and pee himself right then and there, but
Bart shooed those thoughts out of his head, he was a big boy and big boys
don't pee their pants. Finally after what seemed like an eternity
detention was over and Bart got up hands in his crotch and waddled out to
the restroom as fast as his legs could carry him in his condition, but to
his absolute horror he saw Boys Washroom was closed for cleaning, he
overheard Groundskeeper Willie moaning about all the puke and bodily
functions left for him to clean up, Bart knew there was no chance of him
lasting until Willie was done and the Girls Washroom was out of the
question as it had a long line of girls, none of whom would let him cut
in front of them. Bart could already feel his control starting to slip,
he stared frantically looking for a place to pee, the other restrooms for
bad girls and boys were all the way on the opposite end, much too far for
him, he saw the janitors closet nearby, with Willie busy cleaning this
was his only chance for relief. He hobbled along inside the closet and
shut the door, he could already feel his pee starting to leak out into
his undies, Bart quickly yanked down his shorts and tighty whities and
unleashed a torrential downpour of urine into an already filled mop
bucket, he groaned with relief as the loud splashing of his glorious
yellow fire-hose of a stream splattered into the bucket, it went on for
several minutes until the bucket was almost overflowing, finally Bart's
stream tapered off and he breathed a loud sigh of relief, it felt so good
to finally be empty after holding it in for so long. He then thought back
to what Milhouse had said and figured he might as well go for broke, so
he used some nearby lotion in the closet to get his hands and penis all
lubed up and soon before he knew it was shooting bucket loads of cum into
the already full bucket. He nearly fainted with pure pleasure, for once
his best friend had been right about something. He was definitely going
to have to do this again, only next time he was going to take it one step
further and actually wet himself on purpose.

It was a boring lazy Sunday afternoon, normally Bart would've been in
church right now, but he faked an illness by making himself throw up so
Marge would let him stay home alone. Once he heard the family car leave
the driveway he knew it was time to put his plan in motion. He went into
his dresser and pulled out his old soccer shorts(from the episode
"Brother from Another Planet")since he never played soccer anymore
anyways, it wouldn't matter if he soaked these shorts, besides he loved
the way the nylon felt against his bare skin. He opted to go sans
underwear today as he wanted the full force of his piss stream to be
drenching his shorts. He started out with a large glass of OJ, a big bowl
of cereal, a thermos of coffee and some watermelon slices. Within no time
Bart's bladder was absolutely bursting, he tried everything to distract
him while guzzling down several cans of Buzz Cola, from watching the
Itchy and Scratchy Movie and the rare episode Burning Down the Mouse
online(it was cute that Homer seriously thought he could keep Bart from
ever seeing that movie until he was an adult, but he decided to keep it
to himself to spare the big guy's feelings) to playing Bonestorm(Milhouse
having gotten sick of it had finally just given it to Bart for his
birthday)but the dam was threatening to burst at any second. Finally
after downing several glasses of water Bart gingerly walked up to the
stairs and into the bathroom and hobbled his way into the tub and not a
moment too soon as his piss exploded out of him like Old Faithful,
absolutely flooding his shorts with hot piss, while this was happening he
was stroking his shaft marveling at the river of pee flowing out of him,
he felt the pleasure growing more and more until he finally he felt an
explosion of pure bliss the likes of which he'd never felt before as he
had his most explosive orgasm ever, he felt electricity fry his brain and
jolt all through his spine as he stiffed up and gave an inhuman sounding
groan of pleasure, finally after several minutes his stream faded and he
collapsed into the massive puddle of piss in the tub(he'd put the plug in
earlier to measure how much he could hold) in pure ecstasy, moaning at
how good it felt. He didn't want to get up but he knew his family would
be back soon so after measuring his pee he drained the tub, tossed his
shorts into the washing machine with the latest load of laundry and put
on his school gym shorts, which were polyester and also felt quite good
against his skin. He then heard the phone ring in the kitchen and
answered it, it was Marge telling him they were going to be out a while
longer as Homer had caused a commotion at a diner and had gotten arrested
and they had to go bail him out. Bart was overjoyed as now he had the
chance to wet himself again as he was feeling his bladder fill up like a
balloon again and was looking forward to another intense orgasm.

Bart decided to call Milhouse, not caring if he was in church or not,
fortunately Milhouse had managed to get out of it by faking rabies. Bart
told Milhouse all about how he'd wet himself and good his orgasm was,
Milhouse got all smug about it of course but then Bart decided to make
things interesting by asking him to come over and challenged him to a
holding contest, with the loser having to do whatever the winner said.
Milhouse was intrigued, truth is he'd always wanted to ask Bart to do
this himself but never had the courage, he wasn't in love with Bart or
anything but the idea of a holding contest excited him. He readily agreed
and rushed over also wearing his school gym shorts, they both guzzled
down glass after glass of ice-cold lemonade and iced tea and soon their
bladders were bloated and distending their bellies. Neither one could
drink another drop and then they both retreated into the basement, the
floor drain would get rid of the evidence and Bart could then do the
laundry to clean up his clothes which would make Marge proud and remove
the evidence. Bart and Milhouse both stood face to face, starring each
other down like the lawman and a bandit in an old western, neither one
was willing to budge an inch, finally after some time neither one could
hold back and both boys unleashed a tsunami of piss that soaked their
shorts from top to bottom, both of them subconsciously stroked themselves
while both of their streams went on and on, with both finally trickling
off at around the same time. With the tie both of them had to do what the
other wanted, at the same time both boys said "masturbate in front of me"
to their surprise. Bart didn't have a crush on Milhouse or anything like
that but for some reason he liked the idea of jerking off in front of
him, so both boys stroked their dicks through their shorts, loving the
feel of the wet polyester against their cocks, finally both of them
groaned loudly as their whole world went white as they shot huge wads of
cum into their shorts, they both collapsed in pure bliss only to be
shaken out of it by the family car arriving back, Milhouse hurriedly
snuck out the basement window and ran off through others backyard,
jumping into his pool when he got home to cover up the evidence, he was
looking forward to doing this with Bart again. Bart meanwhile quickly put
his sodden shorts into the load of laundry and slid his underwear back on
and started the process of trying to start the load, Marge was so happy
that Bart was trying to do chores without being asked that she showed him
how to do it, fortunately she didn't notice his soaked pairs of shorts.
He was definitely looking forward to having more holding contests in the
future for sure.