Close Call for Jack

Scenario 1: Paul

Paul, though stressed about the game found some time to forget about the absurd situation he was in. So much so when he woke up the next morning he took his shower without thinking about the game at all.

The water was warm to the touch, just as Paul liked it. He let out a sigh and stepped in the water, it hit his pale skin. Paul groaned, the droplets a little distracting at his groin. He bit his lip and slowly stroked his stiff member. "Aw shit." For some reason it felt more sensitive than he was used to. His hand felt so good he even applied some soap to help masturbate. Steam filled the room as he took his sweet time jacking off. Only when he came did he realize something was off. For starters he didn't get soft afterwards. When Paul finally remembered the game it was already an hour into the morning shower.

Scenario 2: Jack
Jack didn't like his cards. That was an understatement. He realized that any time his dick was unviewable he would get claustrophobic, and that applied to every little second he did almost anything, like walking. Even worse it only made the fact he was practically on display even worse. Like the time he was almost caught at work from his boss.It was just two hours before the game was playable again, and Jack was ready for it. He groaned and shifted a little in his seat again, hoping it moved his dick just barely into view. He let out a sigh when it didn't work. Jack reached into his jeans and fished his cock through the open zipper. He had opted to go commando after last night going so well, but apparently pants were tougher to wear now. So he left his fly down in hopes it exposed his dick just that littlest bit.

And in some sense it worked, but most of the time it didn't. Jack was just glad he had his own room in the office. The only issue was that he needed to keep the door open a crack, or else the claustrophobia came back. He figured it had to do with the lack of windows in his room. Still, with his dick out he could finally work. Well that's what Jack was hoping would happen but instead his door flung open as Mr. Normand, Jack's boss, strode in.

"Jack how's it going?" Mr. Normand looked over to Jack who was now holding a hand over his junk, the claustrophobia returning. "Jack?" Mr. Normand looked at the squirming man with an unimpressed stare.

"Y-yes?"

"I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." Jack quickly shook his head, his body rigid. "Good, because that would be very unprofessional, especially with the door left open." Jack just nodded, trying not to move his hand despite every fiber of his being telling him to move it. Normand smirked before heading back the way he came, "Make sure the files get turned in tomorrow. And uh, a good VPN blocks the system monitoring." The second he left the room Jack removed his hand.

Scenario 3: Bruce
Bruce was both glad for his card and absolutely mortified he got it. For one, he hasn't lost a single item. He could literally sniff them out. At the same time he could smell ten bad things for every good thing. Like at his work, where he thought being surrounded by sweaty men was bad before.

It was normal for bad odors to appear at Bruce's job. They worked day in and out in the searing heat, building homes and the likes. For every ten people people working it wasn't uncommon for three to not use deodorant, today however it seemed like no one was wearing any to Bruce. The lingering stench that seemed to waft off his coworkers was astounding. Even worse Bruce was sure he could smell cum from one of the guys. The potent smell cut through the other odors, smelling like wet dog. Bruce was just glad it was a better scent than the sweaty asses around him.