**Chapter 1: A Night to Remember (or Not)**

The music was pumping, and the laughter was contagious as Nick and Charlie made their way through the crowded backyard party. They had been married for five years, and moments like these reminded them why they loved each other so much. The smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs filled the air, and the sun was setting over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the festivities. Nick and Charlie had been having a great time, dancing and drinking with their friends. But as the night wore on, Nick started to feel a familiar, yet uncomfortable sensation in his lower abdomen. It had been a long time coming, ever since the big rugby game a few days ago, and now it was becoming a pressing issue. He tried to hold it in, but it was no use; he really needed to pee. As they made their way to the edge of the backyard, Nick's eyes scanned the area for a restroom. But all he saw were trees and bushes, and his bladder was screaming for relief. Charlie, noticing Nick's distress, followed him as he stumbled towards a nearby tree. "Hey, Nick, what's going on?" Charlie asked, concern etched on his face. Nick didn't respond; he was too busy trying to find a way to relieve himself. He reached for the fly of his jeans, but his coordination was compromised, and he stumbled. Charlie rushed to his side, trying to help him steady himself. "Nick, let me help you," Charlie said, his voice low and soothing. "You need to get to the bathroom, now." But it was too late. Nick's body had other plans. As he turned towards the tree, he felt a sudden release, and his penis emerged from his pants. Charlie's eyes widened in surprise as Nick grasped the tree trunk to hold himself up. The first droplets started to fall, and then, without warning, the strongest stream of urine imaginable shot out of Nick's penis. Charlie stumbled backward, shocked, as Nick projectile peed senselessly, the sound of his urine hitting the ground creating a small puddle. Nick groaned, his face contorting in embarrassment and relief. Charlie rushed to his side, trying to help him steady himself, while also trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. As the stream finally began to subside, Nick looked up at Charlie, his eyes filled with a mix of mortification and gratitude. "I'm so sorry," Nick muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Charlie smiled, shaking his head. "You poor thing," he said, wrapping his arms around Nick. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" And with that, Charlie led Nick, still clutching the tree for support, towards the house, leaving a trail of urine and embarrassment in their wake. But as they walked, Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. Little did they know, this was only the beginning of a night that would test their love, their friendship, and their ability to laugh at themselves.