Daily Free-Write February 6, 2021

Thanks to everyone who voted in the Free-Write Story Votes. I read you loud and clear. You'll be seeing more of your favorite stories shortly! Here's a little taste of what's coming for Robbie and Colt in the next chapter of Room for Rent! 

Continued from Room for Rent Chapter 3 

As Robbie woke up, he became aware of one thing: Everything around his hips was totally and completely soaked. His pull-ups, the soaker pad, and even Colt’s boxers. He began to panic, making noises of distress.

“Nhhhh…. Nuh... no….”

Colt was already awake, and the arm draped over Robbie’s midsection drew tight to contain the struggling boy. Robbie tried to squirm away, tears beginning to wet his eyelashes as he started going into freak-out mode.

“No… I didn’t… NO…”

“Shhhh shhh shhh, you’re okay, Colt said, holding the smaller boy tightly to his chest. With his free hand he petted the boy’s hair. “I’m not letting you go until you calm down.”

“I’m s-s-s-s-sooooo sorry!” said Robbie. “I should never have slept in your bed. I can’t believe I did this. I’m sorry! Please don’t kick me out. Please don’t hate me. I’m ss-s-s-ss…”

Colt hugged Robbie close. “Kick you out? Now why would I do a thing like that?”

“B-b-because I w-w-w-wet the bed…. And…and…. I got you all wet… and… and…”

“And you couldn’t help it,” said Colt, finishing Robbie’s sentence. “Could you?”

Robbie shook his head no.

“Then it’s not your fault, Robbie. And you didn’t do anything wrong.” Colt continued talking calmly as Robbie sobbed in his arms. “I’ll be fine. I can take a bath. And so can you. I can wash the sheets if I need to. And I put your blankie down when we went to bed, remember? So I was prepared for this.”

Robbie began to quiet down as Colt continued.

“I would never kick you out for something you couldn’t help, little buddy. I promise. And to be honest, I think something like this makes you even cuter than you already are.” Robbie’s breath caught in his throat and his sobbing suddenly stopped. Colt thought he was cute?

“No, what I’m concerned about is you trying to hide things from me. And I’m glad we took a nap together because now that I see how bad the problem you’ve been hiding from me is, we’re going to have to address it so you can sleep safely and comfortably, does that makes sense?”

Robbie just nodded, still focused on the words Colt had said just a moment ago. Did colt say he was cute?

Colt smiled. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He had been awake when Robbie stirred to life because he had never gone to sleep. He had stayed up, feeding Robbie bottles to ensure he wet the bed completely and thoroughly. Growing hard as he felt those first trickles escape the legholes of his pull-up and soak into his boxers, becoming a puddle beneath them. And now, he got to comfort poor Robbie and nudge him just a little further toward his end goal.

“Are you feeling a little calmer, Robbie?”

Robbie nodded his tense body relaxing slightly against the larger man’s body.

“Okay, sweetheart,” said Colt, kissing him on the top of the head and loosening his grip. “Stay still for me. I’m going to see how bad it is and get us out of these wet undies so we don’t drip all over the floor.”

Colt threw the blankets off to reveal that the wetness had been contained on the soaker pad and hadn’t spread to the rest of the bed. Even if it had, he wouldn’t want to wash the sheets right away. He knew that the lingering smell of Robbie’s accident would be enough to fuel his fantasies for the whole night. But that could wait. He ripped Robbies pull-ups off and peeled the front away from mis body. Then he lifted his butt up, elevating himself and Robbie so he could slide off his own underwear. Soon they were both naked, his penis sandwiched beneath Robbie’s butt cheeks, and Robbie was feeling extremely blushy as this closeness was not lost on him. Nor was it lost on his member, which was once again at full mast, despite the humiliation he still felt.

“Okay, roomie, let’s go back for another bath. Mind if I join you this time? Just to save on the water bill?”

Robbie just nodded as Colt patted bis butt and gave him a little push. He got onto his knees and crawled out of the bed, but not before Colt stopped him while he was on all fours and dabbed to front of his penis to make sure there were no more drips. Robbie’s hips jerked back for a moment, but Colt was already done, and so he crawled the rest of the way off of the bed, followed shortly by his buff roommate.

This was surreal for Robbie. As he was led to the bathroom, he could hardly believe that this was really happening. Of course he knew at any moment he could wake up and realize it was all a dream, but if this was real, he hoped that it would never end. Colt now knew all his secrets, and he had accepted him just the same. Not only that, but Colt was stepping up to help him. Not asking him to clean up his own mess. Not telling him to man up, stop crying, and clean it up himself. No, Colt was actually helping him. Telling him it was okay. No one had ever done that. He didn’t think that was something that people did. Not for a man his age, at least.

“Whathcha thinkin’ about, bud?” asked Colt, testing the water to make sure it was the right temperature.

Rob thought for a second, and then spoke up. “…Colt? Why are you so nice to me?”

“Oh, buddy,” said Colt, with a sad smile. “I’m giving my little buddy the help he needs. I guess you haven’t had a lot of that, have you?”

Rob shook his head, looking down at the floor. No one had ever stepped in when he was sad, or told him it was okay to cry, or wet the bed, or need his teddy.

“I’ve taken care of lots of little guys,” said Colt. “My little brothers, my cousins…” not to mention all the ABDLs who would come and stay in his nursery before the pandemic. “You’re no different,” he concluded.

That’s when it clicked for Rob. To Colt, he really was no different, aside from the fact that he was over 18, he was just as he was when he was that little boy who cried when he skinned his knee or walked around the house without pants on without anyone commenting or making him feel bad. That’s what made him feel so different when they were together.

Colt saw understanding Dawn on his roommate’s face, his mouth opening in an o and his eyes going wide. Suddenly all the self-consciousness was gone, replaced by an intense curiosity. Rob looked to Colt to make sure he was understanding this correctly.

“So… so what you’re saying is… I’m… I’m like a little boy? And… and that’s okay?”

Colt nodded and gave Rob an encouraging smile to continue. .

“Because… I need the same things I did when I was little.”

“Exactamundo, roomie,” said Colt, reaching over and shutting off the water. “And whatever anybody told you before about big boys not needing those things was full of poopie.”

This choice of word made Robbie giggle a bit despite himself.

“You’re okay, Robbie, if you feel like a little boy. And I understand. What I will not do is allow you to hide your needs and your feelings to fit the expectations of others. Not in this house. It’s unhealthy, and I won’t have my roommates doing behavior that is unhealthy, whether it’s drugs, not sleeping, or trying to act like a big boywhatever that means.” He poked Robbie in the belly when he said “big boy”, which drew another giggle. “Do you understand, Robbie?”

Robbie nodded, amazed at what he was hearing.

“I do.”

“Good, now get in the tub. We’re gonna get clean so we don’t smell like peepee all day.”

Colt gave Robbie a boop on the nose, and then stepped in the tub before stretching out his arms to help Robbie in after him. Somehow, when he said it that way, Robbie didn’t feel so bad about wetting the bed. Colt made it seem cute, natural, just a fact of life that could easily be taken care of with a little soap and water. Robbie allowed himself to be helped into the tub, and Colt held him close, gently guiding them both into the nice big tub.

“Wanna see something cool?” he asked, holding the smaller boy in his lap once they were fully submerged in the steamy water.

“Yeah!” said Robbie.

Colt leaned forward and pressed a button, and jets of water streamed through the tub, creating bubbles all around them.

“Wow!” said Robbie, laughing. He’d never been in a bubble jet tub before, and the rushing water felt so nice on his skin.

Colt laughed too. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he said. He really did think Robbie was the most adorable thing on two legs, personal preferences aside. It made him feel extra good that he was able to help Robbie see that as well.

Colt leaned back with the smaller boy in his lap and began to massage his shoulders and rub his chest and tummy. Rob instantly melted, relaxing completely as his roommate rubbed out all his tension. He closed his eyes, losing any sense of time, or thought, just enjoying the feel of the warm water, and his roommates hands on his body.

Colt sighed. He found this very relaxing as well. The warm water, the jets, and seeing his roommate release some of that tension he seemed to carry everywhere he went made him realize that he also needed this little respite as he felt his own tension begin to soften and slough off of his body. His morning workout had contributed to much of that as well, and not just the workout on his legs. The anticipation of moments like these, and the moments that would come had kept him in a constant state of readiness – like a tiger ready to pounce. And holding that position was tiring in itself. He was finally getting some significant movement, as those muscles began to uncoil. Robbie was on the right track.

Eventually, Colt turned off the bubbles and grabbed the soap.

“Okay, little guy. It’s time for us to get all clean.”

-Written by Champ