Jack woke up and his head was pounding. His brain was throbbing and his throat was dry. He was too tired to get up so just lay in his bed under the covers. Jack muttered to himself that he shouldn't have drunk so much alcohol on his first time drinking. The whole evening seemed to be lost in the mists of drunkenness in his mind. He kind of remembered Lewis forcing different drinks on him and playing lots of drinking games. Whilst thinking about the games, it suddenly popped in Jack's head that they had played weird version of truth or dare, and that Lewis had flashed his huge dick and Li had wiggled his dick around confidently for all the lads in the flat.
Jack thanked himself that he wasn't too pissed to have flashed his own. Thinking about his dick made him realise that he could feel that he had an erection under his bed sheets, pressing firmly against his underwear. It had been a while since Jack had last masturbated. Perhaps it was the hangover, the drink from the night before, or something else but Jack felt so horny in that moment and knew he had to do something about it. He threw off his bed sheets. Jack's excitement to wank was suddenly halted when he locked eyes on the briefs he was wearing. It then all came flooding back to Jack, he remembered his humiliation as Tom and Lewis laughed at him after they had helped him out of his clothes. The embarrassed hit him again as he remembered that it wasn't his briefs that they were giggling at but the fact that he had a huge wet spot in them, like he had pissed himself. Jack felt so ashamed, he really hoped that they wouldn't start making fun of him and telling the other flatmates.
Looking at his tight grey briefs now, there was no sign of a wet patch but there was a sign of his obvious arousal. Jack's erect cock pointed downwards creating a tent and a gap between the fabric and Jack's leg, exposing his balls and bushy pubic hair. Jack didn't know if was just his general horniness, the sight of his erection in his briefs or the embarrassment from last night, but Jack knew he needed to wank. He reached with his right hand, slipped it under his brief's waistband and down to his hard cock. Jack took his dick in his hand and started moving it up and down in his briefs. Moving his hand slowly it felt so good. He loved pulling his foreskin off the tip of his penis, allowing his sensitive tips to tingle as it touched the material of his underwear. Jack's balls were full, he couldn't remember the last time he had touched himself. His hand started to move faster and faster, building up the pressure and pleasure within him. In his ecstasy Jack thought he heard someone knock his door, he put it out of his head, someone must have just brushed against his door as they walked past. His hand felt too good on his cock. Then there was a knock again, Jack heard it clearly that time. But Jack was having too much fun with his cock in his briefs, he couldn't stop. Then there was a louder knock. Jack decided to ignore it, it couldn't be that important, he could speak to his flatmates later. He was having too much fun, and he was so close to cumming. Jack's pleasure built and built, until suddenly his door began to open and at the same time he released a load of cum into his briefs. His ejaculation made Jack jitter in his bed and bite down on his bottom lip. Then reality hit him, his door was open. Horrified Jack quickly his bed sheets to cover himself.
"Hello, are you awake in there?" came a voice from behind the door, "I am coming in."
Jack quickly questioned how one of his flatmates had got a key to his room. To his surprise however, a short older woman in a pinny emerged from behind his door. She quickly scanned his room and locked eyes with him on his bed. "I have been knocking your door for a while. Didn't you hear me?", she asked with an expression on her face that did not seem at all happy.
"I'm sorry," said Jack, "I've just woke up."
"It's 11 o'clock. You should have been up ages ago."
"Sorry," Jack said meekly to his stranger in his room, he didn't know what to say or do.
"I am Christine. I'm in charge of this flat, I put a message on the notice board in the kitchen that there was going to be a meeting in the kitchen this morning. None of you turned up though. So, I have had to go room to room, you are the last on my list." Jack went to say something but she cut him off and kept on talking.
"My job here is to make sure that you boys keep this flat clean and that you don't destroy it. But most importantly I am here to look after the lot of you, make sure you are looking after yourself in university and not getting into too much trouble. I run a very very tight ship around here. But you boys are lucky. One of your flatmates in my nephew Lewis, so I am going to keep an extra eye on you lot and make sure you are all doing well." Studying her Jack could tell that she was a tough woman and would not take no messing around.
"Now Jack," weirdly Jack was taken aback that she knew his name, but of course she did the university would have told her, "I just spoke to Lewis and he told me that you might have had a little accident last night after you were drinking. I normally would take a very hard stance against bedwetters, but because you know Lewis and it's your first night here I will let it slide this once." Jack was shunned by her words, and couldn't speak.
"Come on now young man, get out of the bed I will need to help you change it." Christine said very firmly. It was clear to Jack that she was a woman with little patience.
"I haven't wet the bed I promise, it is just a misunderstanding." Jack found the courage to say.
"Lewis seemed pretty sure that you had wet yourself, I don't think he would make something like that up. You are very lucky, I would normally punish bedwetters. Now come on young man, get out of bed."
"I swear I haven't wet the bed," Jack replied, "and I can't, I am not dressed."
