Just a sip

Scenario 1: Paul

Paul, though stressed about the game found some time to be enjoyable with the situation he was in. So much so when he woke up the next morning he took his shower with enjoyment.

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. A stream of water hit his dick, causing enough stimulation to bring him to the edge. Paul let out a loud moan as he came, the white spurts slowly went down the drain. Paul smirked when he realized his dick stayed hard. "Oh I'm gonna have fun."

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. He looked over to the cracked door, hoping that no one would walk in. For some reason being in a closed room alone meant no matter what he did he would feel as if he was covered. Jack suspected it had something to do with the fact no windows were present because in his own house he was perfectly fine with closed doors.

Scenario 3: Bruce

Bruce had a fun restroom break.

With the cards he had Bruce made sure to avoid as many restrooms as possible. The only issue was that he worked in construction and the other guys went when they pleased, not caring who saw. Each time a guy walked with a bottle away from the building it was obvious what they were about to do. He made sure to look away and only work on his job.

It was quickly changed when a black guy came up to Bruce with a concerned face. "Hey, you got a bottle?" Bruce nodded, bringing his own as well. The company he worked for didn't give them portable toilets so he wasn't afraid to bring his own bottle for emergencies. He reached around and handed the guy the empty bottle. "Oh thank fucking god."

Bruce's eyes widened slightly when he heard the zipper. He looked down at it and felt his mouth dry quickly. The fat black dick pissed out a yellow stream, giving Bruce his solution. The black guy had his head back as he happily emptied his bladder. "Oh fuck yeah." Bruce couldn't help his thoughts as he stared at the juicy dick. The guy's stream slowed down to a trickle, perfectly filling the bottle. Bruce snapped his head back to his work when the guy moved again. "Bro thanks, name's Marcus."

Bruce nodded and turned back to the guy. "Bruce." Marcus smiled and handed back the almost completely full bottle. Bruce stared at it as the guy walked off. Bruce cringed as he realized what he wanted to do. With a wince Bruce knew what he wanted, he put the bottle to his lips and tilted it back a bit. The hot liquid was bitter but easily slid down his throat.

Bruce stopped himself from drinking anymore, the liquid splashing onto his shirt a little. Bruce took a gulp as his dick pressed up against his pants. Bruce stared at the spot with a slightly pale face. Bruce had realized what the game just made of him.