Music festivals seem like something anyone can throw and in fact Out of My Cage Fest was trying to prove that right. A group of 20-somethings were able to secure a location, rent a stage and some lights and sound equipment, got a few food trucks to come, and a coupe of portapotties rented. They expected maybe 100 people from the location area to come but on the day of the festive, 100s of people started to flow in, they later said one of the bands got a bigger base after agreeing to play.

A festive of 100s when the plan was only 100 causes a lot of people to get excited but it also causes a few problems. Parking was miserable, the food trucks didn’t prep enough, and, worst, the line to the 4 portapotties was insane.

Matt was waiting in line for what felt like 20 minutes and his bladder was full 10 minutes before that from the cooler of beer him and a few friends were sharing. With still 10 people in front of him, Matt started to think of some other options, I mean he is a guy, he could practically piss anywhere. Each minute he waited, the more he had to cross his legs or try to change his focus just to kill the need. He even went as far as to start th joking about sex but that didn’t even help that the level he was at. Somehow it felt like even as he would see one people leave a portapotty, the line never got shorter.

Amanda ended up at this festival after a friend of a friend posted all about it on social media and her friends and her had nothing better to do. Amanda hates portapotties and always refused to use them. She’d rather hold it and drive to gas station than use one but in this situation, she was helpless. She didn’t drive, there wasn’t anything around for at least 10 miles, and she hadn’t peed since this morning. She was desperate beyond all desperate. She had been dancing to the music with her legs crossed for the better part of an hour with her hands occasionally going between her legs for an extra squeeze. It got to the point where she finally had to face her archenemy and she jumped in line and hoped for a flash line but was quickly disappointed.

She tried to stay in line, she kept looking at her phone and saying one more minute, one more minute, but after 5 minutes, she knew it was a lost cause and would be a miserable experience anyways. She walked out of line and did her best to walk casually down and around the portapotties. Thankfully the festival organizers also forgot adequate lighting so it was fairly dark behind them. As soon as she stepped into the shadows and behind the blue walls, she pushed down to her knees her jean shorts, not even worrying about the button, and her panties. Before she could even squat down fully before her bladder started to release between her lips. As she got squatted, her lips spread and her spread went from small to a long uncontrollable hiss that flooded the grass below faster than it could absorb.

Mike couldn’t take it any more. Too many people were cutting, shitting, fucking, hitting lines, or whatever when all he needed to do was piss. He stepped out of line and headed towards the gap between the portapotties and a food truck. As he got behind them and turned to the back of the portapotties to his makeshift urinal, he has startled by a sigh of relief and as his eyes took a moment to adjust, he saw a squating girl.

He felt bad but there was no waiting as he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. “I’m sorry..” he apologies as his stream starts to hit the back of the blue portapotty. He couldn’t see much, but he could see a girl squatting and the definite sound of another stream of piss following. To break the awkwardness he tries to make a joke, “real nice unisex bathrooms they have here, huh?”