Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 15:53:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: T.T.A. <tsquared_2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Scotty's humiliations - The Accidental Sleepover (or the Sleepover Accident) Pt.1

Due to positive feedback, I've decided to start a series based on the
character Scotty from my series The Intruder
(http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-intruder-series/). But
I'm going to do it in a slightly different way that most series. Scott will
be featured in all the stories but they will not be told from his point of
view. Hope you enjoy.

**

It was the night before Halloween. Scotty had come over to my apartment to
work on a project that was due for our bio class at the local community
college. I was 24, having gone to college at a four year school and dropped
out when I realized the major wasn't for me and then done a few years of
odd jobs. He was 17, right out of high school. Despite the age difference,
we got along pretty well.

We worked on the project for a good 7 hours in my bedroom. I kept my desk
in there because there were no windows, fewer distractions. Though it took
longer because Scott seemed to have to go to the bathroom constantly.

We'd waited until two day before to work on what was supposed to be a month
long project so we would've been screwed otherwise. But I work better under
pressure so it was ok. It was hard to concentrate because Scott was
extremely cute, in the boy next door kind of way. Short blond hair, small
stature. His baby smooth face made him look more like 12 or 13. *drool*

About 10:00 pm, I heard his stomach growled loudly and realized we hadn't
eaten. "Hey Steve, wanna split a pizza?" he said.

I whipped out my cellphone and dialed the number for Caro's Pizzeria. "Can
I get a delivery?" I said.

The guy on the other end laughed. "You're joking, right?"

I scratched my head. "What are you talking about?"

He laughed, "Well, there's almost 3 feet of snow outside and there's a
state of emergency that no one's supposed to drive. We're only here because
we can't leave."

I rubbed my eyes and walked into the living room to look out the
window. "Holy shit."

"What?"

Scott came over and was as amazed as I am. Snow in October here wasn't
unheard of but not 3 feet. And it was still coming down.|

"Fuck, dude," he said. "I better get home."

I laughed. "You can't man. State of emergency. No one allowed on the
roads."

"Shit..."

"It's all good man. You can crash here."

This seemed to make him uncomfortable for some reason but I wasn't sure
why. He didn't know I was gay. At least I don't think he knew. We seemed to
get along pretty well. And he really didn't have much of a choice.

I went to the fridge and grabbed some frozen fish sticks and fries and put
them on to a cookie sheet and into the oven.

I sat on the couch and flipped on the tv to a baseball game. Scott lay down
on the hard wood floor. "Sure you don't want to sit on the couch? I promise
I don't bite," I cracked.

"Nah," he said. "If I do, I'll prolly fall asleep."

"Fair enough," I said, tossing him a pillow which he propped his head on to
watch the tv.

I was half watching the game, half staring at his hot body out of the
corner of my eye.

The game was so boring, I fell asleep, only to be woken by the oven alarm
buzzing for the food. As I walked past Scott, I heard gentle snoring and
he'd flipped onto his back. I took some fish and fries and slathered
ketchup on it and sat back down to eat. I decided not to wake him right
away, figuring we'd worked for a long time and still had a little more to
go. I gazed at him sleeping and he was adorable, curled up into a little
ball, shirtless, with just a hint of the waistband of his underwear showing
above his sweats. They were Hanes and white, either briefs or boxer
briefs. This gave me a semi, as this sort of underwear on a hot guy always
did.

Then, I heard him mumbling something in his sleep, kinda whiny. "I'm sorry
Mommy, I didn't mean to."

Sounded like he was having a dream about arguing with his mom. LOL I knew
the feeling.

"I went peepee in my underwear instead of the potty."

What the...

"Please don't make me wear a didee."

Shit, did this guy have a wetting fantasy?

Then I saw a small wet spot appear on the front of his grey sweats, then it
got bigger and bigger, eventually soaking the entire front of his sweats
and some of the legs and the bottom of his tshirt. I was shocked he could
still pee that much after having gone to the bathroom practically every
hour since he'd arrived. Though I guess pounding the Mountain Dew like he
was will do that.

I was a little annoyed at the mess but extremely turned on by his
vulernable, babyish state. My semi quickly expanded in size in my jeans.


I really wasn't sure what to do. Part of me wanted to take pity on the guy
and part of me was as horny as hell and wanted corrupt the hell out of him.

I kicked him. "Hey wake up."

He groggily came to it. Then after about 10 seconds, he put his hand to his
crotch. "Oh no, not again. Not here."

Again?

"Is this something you do all the time, Scott?" I barked.

"Huh?" he said, turning red.

"You said 'not again'. Do you pee your pants like a baby a lot?" I said.

"Nnnoo," he said, unconvincingly.

"Then
 what did you mean 'not again'?"

He was silent for about 10 seconds. "Last month I did it but that's only
because I had a lotta beer."

I eyed him skeptically, deciding whether I should mention what he'd said in
his sleep talk. He sat there with his baby face and puppy dog brown eyes
trying as hard as he could not to burst out bawling. I wasn't sure I
believed him but he was too damn cute to be mad at.

"Alright, do you have a change of clothes?"

"No, I wasn't planning to crash here," he said. "Wait, I still have my
shorts and underwear from gym in my backpack. They were kinda sweaty but
they'll hafta do."

"Fine, go and get changed," I said. "I'll clean up your peepee mess," I
added mischievously. He blushed madly but walked to the bathroom. "Don't
forget to let your wet clothes dry."

I was just finishing paper toweling the mess when he walked back out, clad
only in a pair of red cotton shorts. His chest made me bone up
instantly. Just enough definition to be hot but not so much to be gross. It
was the only thing that didn't make him look 12. Though of course his chest
did not have a single hair on it. I would get my left nut to see what was
underneath those shorts. I couldn't gather much of a bulge, though the
shorts were kind of baggy.

"Are you *sure* you're not going to piss yourself again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said, unsteadily. It seemed like he was more trying to
convince himself than me.

"Ok, then you can sleep on the bean bag over there," I said pointing to the
corner.

"Can I sleep on the couch?" he asked.

"Sorry man, the floor's one thing but I can't afford the couch getting
soaked with your piss."

I expected to him to spout an indignant denial but he just nodded
shamefully, which told me a lot.

"Ok I'm going to bed man," I said walking toward the bathroom. "Are you
sure you don't have to go potty?"

"I'm fine!" he said indignantly, which I took to show he at least had a
little pride left.

In the bathroom, I whipped my dick out to take a leak and I saw Scott's wet
tighty not really whiteys hanging from the shower curtain bar. I grabbed
them and inhaled. Ah it smelled good. They were soaked completely. I
noticed a huge skid mark in the seat. The boy clearly didn't wipe very
well, if at all. I took a good whiff of the poop stain. I realized that my
6 inches was completely hard so I started rubbing it. I smelled the briefs
while imagining the nasty things I'd love to to do lil Scotty.

Just as I was about to orgasm, I wrapped the pissy undies around my dick
and spurted into the briefs. Scotty looked so young, I wondered if he could
actually make cum. I figured at 17, he must but I fantasized. I would've
loved to see the look on his face when he put the undies in the wash and
saw the huge cum stain.

After re-hanging up the briefs, I went to my bedroom and collapsed into
bed. In post-orgasmic bliss, I fell asleep quite quickly.

I was in the middle of a really hot dream involving Scott's ass and my dick
when the damn alarm on my phone ruined it. Fucking 5 am, I cursed, mostly
mad at myself for having forgotten to turn it off (I'd needed it the day
before but not today). I fiddled with the phone and noticed a text from the
college that classes had been canceled due to the blizzard. YES! I was
happy I could sleep as late as I wanted.

Still groggy, I stumbled to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. As I walked
back, I saw Scotty on the bean bag. I went closer to gawk a little. He was
adorable. His skinny hairless body and baby face curled up into a ball. I
half expected him to stick his thumb in his mouth. I gazed at his crotch,
hoping to be able to see up his shorts. And then, I noticed something.

(to be continued)


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