Scott surveyed his bed-room....

He hadn't made his bed, which he usually did. But he had thought he was gonna' throw his cum-stained sheets into the washer. Maybe he'd do it tomorrow, so what if the sheets were stained.... 'It would be kinda' a 'turn-on' to sleep in those cum-stained sheets....'.

Scott didn't know why he was thinkin' like this, but it was makin' him a little crazy....

'Gosh, he seemed to be always thinkin' about his cock, and the sexual pleasures and fantasies about it that were always dancin' around in his head....'.

Scott saw his pajama bottoms that he had 'spunked-in' last night. They were still a little bit wet and sticky.... He picked 'em up, and not quite knowin' why, he pushed the cum-stained bottoms into his face... The scent of his 'spunk' was intoxicating!!! He pushed and smeared his pajama bottoms all over his face! He felt like he was degrading, humiliating himself, but that only added to the intense pleasure! He pushed the pajama bottoms into his mouth and started to suck on 'em. He wanted to taste his own spunk!

With one hand shovin' and pushin' his pajama bottoms all over his face, Scott realized that his other hand was now groping and caressing his crotch. He didn't even know how or why that was happening, but it sure felt good! And his cock was gettin' really stiff! And it was just getting more and more intense!

It got even more intense when a thought crashed through his mind. He wanted to 'shoot' into his boxers and jeans! And he was gonna' make himself wear 'em, 'cum-stained and all', for the rest of the day! And it would be embarrassing for him, 'the boy who always dressed so well', now all messy and dirty, with cum-stains in and on his pants.... The thought of it made Scott even hornier and hornier! He could feel the 'pre-cum' start oozin' out of his cock, which by now was harder than ever.

With a quick 'shout-out' of pleasure, Scott shot into his boxers and jeans! Hot, creamy jets of cum filled his boxers, then squirted down into one of the legs of his pants....
'What an incredible, wonderful mess....', was Scott's first thought at lookin' at himself in the mirror. He still had his pajama bottoms in one hand, and his other hand was a little slick with cum that he was wipin' on his jeans....

'What a silly, stupid stooge I am.....', he thought as he stared into the mirror, and just had to laugh...

He knew what he wanted to do next.... The small 'voice-of-reason' voice in the back of his mind had told him not to, but Scott just 'rationalized' his way around it. He was gonna' go back to the construction site, but he was only going back there to just 'look' at it.......