How Bandit spent his vacation
At the camping site, Bluey and Bingo are sitting down with their father Bandit to hear about his story.
“Dad? What did happen that made you uncomfy?” Bluey asked. 
“Well, it all started way back in the eighties. When me, Stripe, Radley, Grandpa Bob, and Nana were goin’ to Luna Park…” 

[for simplicity’s sake, Bandit’s story will be told from a third person narrative]

Bob’s station wagon was pretty old, but it got the job done. If there was anything that he should’ve prioritized fixing, it was the A/C. 

“Come on, kids! We’re going to Luna Park now!” Nana shouted. 

The way the station wagon was built, only two people could sit in the back, so one of the brothers had to sit in the trunk, which was a very high privilege; you got your leg room, and no seatbelts for the added fun and danger. But there was the luggage which would help cushion the blow if needed.

“Alright, mates. Rock paper scissors for who sits in the trunk?” Bandit suggested. 
“You’re on!” Stripe replied. 

Bandit, Stripe, and Radley all put their fists together and begun the game. Much to their surprise, Bandit and Stripe chose scissors, while Radley chose rock, instantly beating both his brothers. 

“Aww, man! No fair!” Bandit complained. 
“Hah! In your face, bro! Enjoy the seat!” Radley teased.  
“Enough bickering, lads. Who’s gonna sit in the trunk?” Nana asked. 
“I am! I beat them at the same time in rps!” Radley bragged. 
“Alright then, nice job! Now let’s move!” 

Bob started the station wagon up, as Bandit and Stripe reluctantly climbed into the backseats. And they were off to Luna Park, which was all the way in Sydney. So it was a bit of a drive. Not 20 minutes in and problems started to arise. 

“I needa pee.” Bandit announced. 
“Oh, come on, Bandit! You can hold it!” Nana insisted. 
“Ugh, fine. I guess I don’t have to go too badly. But it’s gettin’ pretty hot in here. Could you maybe-“ 
“No! The A/C is broken and as soon as I open the window a bug flies in. Every single time!” Bob replied. “You’re gonna have to take it like a man.” 

Bandit’s trip was only starting and it was already pretty bad. Stripe was a really bad sweater, and he was stuck with him for the next 9.5 hours. 
About 2 hours later, Bandit’s need was increasing. Where it was almost an emergency, but not quite. He seldom fidgeted in his seat when his groin felt uncomfortable, but there were bigger problems to deal with, such as… 

“Wowee, look at that big-ass truck!” Radley announced from the trunk. 
“Radley! Watch your mouth!” Nana said. 
“No, Mum, he said big-ass TRUCK!” Stripe seemingly corrected, as a rather impressive looking semi-truck was on Bandit’s side. 
Stripe got out of his seat and went over to the other side, where Bandit would’ve gotten a clear view of the semi, but instead got something worse. The way he was positioned, Stripe’s butt was right in Bandit’s face, and the lack of ventilation did NOT help. Stripe’s sweaty ass made bandit heave. 

“Aaack! Stripe, get your fat butt outta my face!” Bandit demanded. 
“Oh, sorry! You mean you don’t want this?!” Stripe teased, as he rubbed his musky ass in Bandit’s face more. 
“Yes! That! Get it off!” 
“Hey! Don’t make me come back there, boys!” Nana threatened. 

So far this road trip has been a need to pee, horrible butt musk, and minimal ventilation. It can only go downhill from here. On their journey, the family finally stopped by a fast food joint to get some grub and fresh air. There was no better place to stop in Bandit’s opinion; delicious food, clean oxygen, and best of all, a toilet, because at this point, Bandit’s bladder was about three quarters of the way there. 

“Oh, finally! A place where I can-“ Bandit said to himself before realizing something truly awful. 

The bathroom was occupied. 

For five painstaking minutes, Bandit waited there, knock-kneed, somewhat hearing the pee splash in the toilet bowl. And someone else using the drinking fountain right next to him was definitely making things worse. 

“Oooooh come onnnnnn~ hurry up in there…” Bandit pleaded under his breath. “I’m bustinggggg!” 

Then, at long last, Bandit heard the toilet flush, and saw the patron exit the restroom. Now was his chance, now was his chance to relieve his poor bladder. All that was left was to- 

“Come on, kids, back in the car! NOW!” Nana announced. And before Bandit could enter the throne room, he was grabbed by Bob and put back in the car. So close, yet so far. 

“Hnnnngh, ohhh can we please stop the car so I can wee?!” Bandit pleaded.
“Nahhh, come on, Bandit! We’re so close! Just hold it in a while longer, okay?” Bob replied. 
“Ooooohhh but I cannnn’t!” Bandit whined. 
“Don’t worry, mate. I’ll help you.” Stripe said. 
Whenever Stripe “helps” Bandit, he doesn’t really help. And he knows it. 
“Just try to relax yourself, ease up that pressure with some calming thoughts… like the tranquil sounds of a nice and wet babbling brook. Or a bird splashing water around in a bird bath. Or the powerful gushing fluids of a waterfall.” Stripe teased. 
“Hnnnngh, not… helping…” Bandit said, lying on his side with his hands tightly groping his crotch. 
“Or maybe… remember when we had that leaky faucet problem? And it just kept dripping and dripping and dripping… I closed the drain and the sink was just about to overflow and spill water all over the place.” 
“Ohhhh~ hnnnnngh… I’m about to BURST!” Bandit yelled. “Can I PLEASE have a bottle?” 
“Sure thing, sport. Here ya go.” Bob said as he handed Bandit a full water bottle. 

This was it. Bandit knew what he had to do, and it was not going to be pretty. He opened the cap, and chugged the water down to empty the bottle. Every gulp felt like it was going right through him as after two minutes of chugging, he finally emptied the bottle, and this was his ticket to relief. His pain was finally going to end as he could pee in the water bottle. He aimed his penis into the bottle, and finally, let the floodgates loose. Steamy, yellow liquid burst from his cock and filled the bottle rather quickly. Which was a problem, since he had more pee in him than the bottle could hold. 

“Erm… I still need to pee. But the bottle is full.” Bandit warned. 

Seeing as how he begun to pee and then stopped before he finished, holding it in was universally more difficult. 

“Uuugh! Pinch it shut ‘til we get to the park, okay?” Nana insisted. 

And so Bandit pinched his dick shut for the remainder of the trip. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, as there was one, maybe two drops of pee that escaped. But even after all that hassle, all that pain, they finally made it to Luna Park. Where the restrooms were the only place Bandit was excited about. Sure enough, there was a line. But thankfully it was moving rather quickly, meaning it was definetly the men’s room. Once there, Bandit was greeted with the sight of a rather untidy place, but at this point, he didn’t care. He could finally pee the rest of his bladder out. 

“…and that kids, was how I spent my vacation.” Bandit said, ending the story told from his perspective.
“Was Uncle Stripe’s bum really that stinky?” Bingo asked. 
“Oh yeah, but what you should really watch out for are his pits. He sweats like nobody’s business. You should smell him after a game of squash. He reeks!” Bandit said, laughing. 
“When can we see Stripe again?” Bingo asked…