Coins clinked against the change already lying on the base of Relsyn's open guitar case, and he gave a nod to the passerby who had tossed them in. "Thank you, sir," he said without pausing in the song he was playing, the blunted claws on his fingers acting as guitar picks as they deftly plucked at the strings of his instrument, his tune carrying across the park he had set up in. It wasn't like he needed the money to survive, but he'd found that people liked to tip him when he played publicly anyway, and it was always a nice bonus.

The dragon continued playing the song, his body swaying back and forth in his folding chair, not from any attempt to help keep his rhythm but simply from the growing need to go take a leak. He'd been at it for a while, and it didn't help that between each song he had been sipping from the case of beer he'd brought with him.  But when he got into his music, he tended to really get into it, losing focus on everything but the melody, and today was no exception.

It was a pleasant way to pass the afternoon, enjoying the sun on his naked body, his carmine scales and orange front plain to see, his wings folded behind him. A pair of long, dark red horns on his head matched the short spikes at the back of his jaw and the short claws on his fingers, does, and the ends of his wing bones, giving him a far more fearsome appearance than one would expect from a musician.

As he began playing the chorus, he squirmed a little in place, keeping his legs pressed closely around his cock to help contain the constant pressure in his bladder. He kept his face neutral, trying to look stoic as he focused on keeping the rhythm and playing the right notes, resolving to go take care of his urgent need to piss once this song was over.

However, as he was playing the final notes of the chorus and moving on to the next verse, another visitor to the park approached him, and Relsyn glanced up. Walking in an unsteady manner that indicated the bottle of liquor in his right hand was far from his first for the day, the crocodile approaching Relsyn was even bigger and more imposing: crimson scales across his chest highlighted his muscular form, fading to a dark blackberry color on his arms and legs, with stripes of that same shade on his thighs, shoulders, and tail, with pairs of upward stripes crossing up his sides and over his pecs. His arms and legs were both strong-looking, and short dark spikes were clustered around the back of his neck and on the top middle of his tail. The sharp-looking ivory teeth, claws and talons of this new arrival only made him look even more intimidating, though the drunken stagger and his uncut cock flopping around between his legs as he walked somewhat diminished the threatening appearance.

Relsyn continued to play, keeping a wary eye on the visitor, but he stopped a short distance away and kept his bright orange eyes on Relsyn, swaying in place a bit as he listened. Relaxing, Relsyn returned his focus to his song: even a heavily drunk audience was still an audience, and he wanted to give a good show. As Relsyn began to play the final chorus, he shifted in place to take his mind off of his protesting bladder, and the new arrival unsteadily sat down on the grass nearby to watch and listen. Soon, the final notes faded away into the air, and Relsyn's listener raised his bottle upwards before taking a swig from it, gasping after he swallowed. "Yer really good!" he slurred.

"Thank you," Relsyn replied, reaching for his beer can and taking a swig from pure force of habit, only realizing after swallowing that it would make his bladder situation worse. But that was fine, he could-

"Can y' play another?"

Relsyn hesitated, but he'd hate to turn down a fan. It was rare for anyone to actually stop and listen instead of just passing by, and even then it was usually because they were waiting for someone else. "Of course," he answered, hefting his guitar and pressing his legs close together again. He could handle waiting another few minutes, right? 'I'm not a kid, I can hold it,' Relsyn thought to himself. "Any requests?"

"Umm..." the visitor trained off, staring up for a few seconds at the sky. "Nah. Jus' play yer fav'rite!"

"Heh. All right," Relsyn replied, taking a moment to pick a song from the handful of favorites he had, shifting about in his seat as he did, making the cheap folding chair creak a bit under him. For a brief moment, he winced from a pang in his lower belly, but he took a breath and endured it. Just one more song, he could make it through that...

Settling on a song, he began to play. It was quite a bit more upbeat than the last one, and Relsyn bobbed his head with the rhythm, subconsciously shifting and squirming in his seat, keeping his cock firmly sandwiched between his thighs. Meanwhile, the listener kept his eyes on Relsyn, his gaze roaming up and down his body, drawn to the little movements Relsyn kept making to avoid getting too distracted by his aching bladder. A couple of other passersby occasionally walked past to throw in more tips but it was mostly just Relsyn and his listener.

Putting on the best finish to the song he could, Relsyn exhaled when he played the final note and then began to set his guitar down, foregoing another sip of beer. He had to piss, and he had to go now. "What did you think?" he asked his listener so that he could make a more graceful exit than just running off to the toilets at the other end of the park.

"Fuckin' amazin'!" came the reply, with another salute of the liquor bottle. "'specially all yer squirmin' and wrigglin'. That was sexy as fuck."

Relsyn froze halfway out of his chair. "Oh yeah?" he asked, wincing again a moment later from another surge of desperation, quickly sitting back down so he could keep his legs together more easily.

"Yeah!" The crocodile sat back a little and spread out his legs, showing off his stiff, bobbing cock. "Do another one. I wanna see more." Relsyn hesitated, shifting in his seat once again, making his observer grin. "Like that. But while yer playin'."

It was a bad idea, but Relsyn did it anyway. He never got appreciation like THIS while he was performing. Picking his guitar back up and settling into his seat with his legs crossed, he put his hands in position and idly strummed at the strings. It would be a challenge, but he silently reassured himself: he could handle it. "Sure," he answered, "Got a request this time?"

"Nah. Not fer a song, anyway. What's yer name?" the listener asked.

"Relsyn," Relsyn answered curtly. That was fine, he could pick a song.

"Gotcha. M'name's Kylend."

"Well then, Kylend, here's a special one for you," Relsyn murmured. Plucking at the strings as he began the song, Relsyn almost immediately regretted the decision as his bladder reminded him again with a sharp pang in his belly that he was absolutely bursting to go. His gaze flicked over to Kylend, and though he was momentarily surprised to see the crimson crocodile idly stroking his dick, Relsyn kept going on the song with no bigger slip-up than accidentally delaying too long between a pair of notes.

As Kylend watched Relsyn, slowly jerking his cock with his right hand while his left took over on drink duty, Relsyn struggled to focus. Not only were his bladder's protests getting more and more frequent and stronger, preventing him from staying still for more than a few seconds at a time. It was a great effort to keep playing the song while doing a sitting-down potty dance: squeezing his crossed legs, shifting his weight from one side to the other, leaning forward and back, and bouncing in his seat on occasion, with a perpetual grimace on his face the whole time. That he only dropped a few notes here and there was a testament to his skill.

Kylend, meanwhile, reveled in the show, openly masturbating to the sight with strokes up and down the full length of his shaft. Every so often he stopped stroking to instead stick a finger under his forescales and circle it around, teasing both the inside of the excess covering and the sensitive skin of his glans. "Yer doin' great," he encouraged as Relsyn clenched his jaw and squirmed more heavily, "Keep goin'!"

Relsyn didn't respond except to keep his hands moving, which was just about all he could focus on – his reaction had been from a minor leak that his tightly-squeezing legs had kept hidden from view, but he could certainly feel the wetness between his thighs. He was at the point of bursting, and he dropped another note as his bladder practically screamed in protest. Just to the end of the song, he promised himself; after this song he could go run for the toilets...!

Kylend's hand stroked faster along his dick as Relsyn's desperation became ever more obvious. He didn't even care about the fumbled notes, and his eyes were fixed on watching Relsyn's face with each little grimace, sharp intake of breath, or shudder that ran through his body as he fought a losing battle to make it to the end of the song before he burst.

A few bars into the final chorus, Relsyn let out an "Nngh...!" and froze up, half-heartedly playing one more note. He was at his absolute limit, and his quivering hand hovered over the strings for a second before he gave up. "Sorry, I'll be right back...!" Relsyn groaned as he set down his guitar and struggled to get up from his chair without uncrossing his legs. But Kylend was quicker, even inebriated, and got up first, staggering over while Kylend tried to stand. The crocodile reached out, pushing Relsyn back into his seat firmly, making Relsyn gasp as the sudden motion put more pressure on his bladder.

"Hey buddy, don't be in such a rush t'leave," Kylend insisted, returning his hand to his cock. "Show's not over yet..."

Relsyn tried to get up again and push Kylend's hand away, but the opportunity was lost. "I... I have to..." Relsyn protested, letting out a groan and jamming both hands between his legs, crossing his legs over them. He rocked in his seat, bouncing in place, his teeth gritted and his eyes shut tight as he fought with his weakening bladder muscles to regain control over his body. All the while he heard Relsyn fapping again to the sight, and Kylend's struggle continued until his exhausted muscles gave in completely.

Golden piss spilled from between his legs and soaked through the folding chair's seat and both his hands, spilling onto the grass under him. "Uungh... no... I can..." Relsyn groaned in meager defiance, squeezing at his loins to no avail, slumping forward a bit as he utterly failed to stem the tide of piss gushing from his dick. "Can't believe it..."

Panting, Kylend jerked harder and faster, his mouth open as he huffed for breath. "Aw fuck, that's hot," he moaned out, watching more and more golden fluid spill from Relsyn's legs and the chair, onto the grass, where it splashed louder as the dirt was soaked into mud. Relsyn leaned back in his chair, futilely struggling against his emptying bladder, and Kylend watched every moment as intently as he could in his inebriated state. The finisher was when Relsyn couldn't hold back a full-body shiver that made his tail sweep behind him and his wings flutter out; the sight of that was enough to push Kylend over the edge.

Groaning and bucking his hips, Kylend kept jerking his cock, holding his hand at the base after every few strokes as his cock throbbed and fired a rope of cum onto the grass between them. His eyes remained locked on the piss dripping from Relsyn's chair even as the flow gradually waned, the dark-scaled crocodile shuddering as he blew the last of his load.

Both of them were left panting. Relsyn slowly pulled his dripping hands away and spread his legs to survey the damage: his entire crotch and the insides of his thighs were absolutely drenched with piss, as was the fabric seat of his chair. His circumcised cock and his balls were both also soaked in his own urine, his scales glistening wet. "Fuuuck..." he groaned out, seeing how much of a mess he was.

"Hah, that was amazin'," Kylend praised, his chest heaving, trying to point at Relsyn with a wobbly arm. "Thanks fer the show."

"Don't mention it," Relsyn murmured.

Kylend unsteadily got to his feet, and Relsyn expected him to leave. Instead, however, Kylend remained in front of Relsyn's seat, standing in front of the red and orange dragon. Kylend's large stature and Relsyn's sitting position placed Kylend's crotch just below head height for Relsyn, and Relsyn stared at the softening uncut dick bobbing right in front of him.

"Got a reward fer ya," Kylend teased, spreading his legs a bit to try and sway a little less, his right hand holding his dick between his thumb and forefinger. "Go on, give it a lick."

Relsyn stared for a moment before accepting the reward, leaning forward and putting his hands on Kylend's hips, both for stability and to help Kylend hold still. Leaning in closer, Relsyn extended his thick, forked, pink tongue and dragged it up and over the end of Kylend's shaft; a little bit of salty cum was still there, and he lapped it up, the tips of his tongue teasing the forescales that were partly covering Kylend's cockhead.

Relsyn gave Kylend's dick a few more slow licks, listening to Kylend inhaling and exhaling deeply. He only grasped the significance of that a few moments later when a powerful stream of amber piss gushed from the tip of Kylend's cock and sprayed onto Relsyn's tongue, splashing around his muzzle, some of it going into his maw. It was warm, salty, and bitter, but he had drunk enough to not care, groaning and opening his mouth wider to let Kylend's stream spray into it directly.

"Yeah, tha'ss good," Kylend murmured, grinning down at Relsyn as he watched the dragon drinking his piss, feeling Relsyn's panting breaths washing over his cock, periodically interrupted by Relsyn swallowing a mouthful of urine. Kylend put his free hand on the back of Relsyn's head to help hold him in place, draining his bladder into Relsyn's maw, some of the warm salty fluid spilling out over his lower jaw and falling onto the grass below them. Kylend's stream eventually waned, then picked up again, before trickling off to a stop, a final spurt splashing against Relsyn's already-wet jaw and then dripping off from it.

Releasing Relysn's head and backing away a little, Kylend let out a satisfied breath. "Yer good with yer mouth, too," he mumbled. "D'ya sing?"

Relsyn shook his head, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he leaned back in his chair. "Nope," he answered, still in a bit of a daze after all that had just happened.

"Y'should," Kylend murmured, grabbing his bottle of booze, from the ground, nearly falling over, then fumbling back to his feet. "When're y'gonna be here next?"

"I just come by when I feel like it," Relsyn answered. "Why?"

"Heh. Well, I was hoping t'see ya again some time. Maybe once I've slept this off," Kylend proposed, waving his bottle for emphasis, "I can take ya out somewhere nice. How's that sound?"

It was an interesting offer. "What if I come by tomorrow?"

"Then I'll see ya here," Kylend promised, pointing an unsteady hand at the dragon. "Bring yer guitar."

Relsyn gave him a nod. It was an unusual encounter, but the impromptu date would be better than his complete lack of plans for the next afternoon. "Looking forward to it," he told Kylend, as the crocodile gave him a toothy smile.

"Same here, buddy, same here," Relsyn said, giving a little wave before staggering off and leaving Relsyn to wonder how he was going to get himself cleaned up.
