I went out one night and one of my guy friends invited a guy with the intent of hooking us up. After quite a few drinks we went back to my place, only to make out. We passed out, me wearing pj pants and him wearing long johns he had on under his jeans. I awoke early the next morning cold, sticky, and wet. I sat up to find a giant circle of piss encompassing my dude, his white long johns now yellowish and discolored. My entire left leg was covered as well, and the entire room had started to smell. I was disgusted. I shook him out of his deep sleep, and when he finally woke up I simply said, “you pissed on me”. His reaction? He went back to sleep, mumbling an apology. AT that point I got up and took a shower, expecting him to take that as his cue to get the f out of my house. Yet when I stepped out of the shower he was sitting on my couch, wrapped in a clean blanket, and looked me straight in the eye as he asked “do you wanna cuddle?” Did he really think I wanted to rub my freshly scrubbed body up against his piss stained pants? I didn\’t even really know the kid! All I could reply was, “sorry you gotta leave man, I gotta get to work soon”. With that, he pulled on his jeans and left. Unfortunately after that story he was forever known among our group of friends as “the pisser”.