Killing time

John feels like his dick is about to explode. He stumbled out his room like he was being pulled by his now hard member. He needed to find a bathroom and bad. “ 2 doors from the end of the hall way” John reminded himself and scampered down the corridor, cock chafing with every stride. John darts in and locks the door.

Inside he sits himself on the toilet and drops his wet trunks around his ankles and starts massaging his aching meat. He pulls his phone out.

J: god she’s so hot! (Furiously beating off to his long time girlfriends friend)

John imagines her riding him in her white bikini, those great tits clapping

J: those fucking tits! (John continues to jerkoff, speaking up even more)

And boom

J:Fuck!! (John blows his load deep in Ambers guts, or in reality all over his damp trunks wrapped round his ankles)

J: fuck (realising what he had done)

There was nothing for it, John pulled his cum covered trunks up and squelched back to his room (scared that one of the maids might see him nude otherwise) before slinging them on the floor of his room and making it back to the bathroom to take a shower in shame, washing is own jizz off his own junk.

Once John was done showering in his regret, he walked back to his room. So absorbed He didn’t even notice that the bed had been stripped since he was gone, Or more importantly that the trunks were no longer where he had carelessly thrown them!

J: Only an hr till the others are back, best make myself presentable and maybe grab something to eat.