Waking up hung over...

Jordon felt terrible as he woke up. His head was spinning and everything looked weird. He tried to blink to clear his vision but it stayed blurry and his mind was hazy. His house looked...different, but he could not put his finger on it. He stood up slowly, holding onto a side table to keep balance. All he remembered was getting drunk at a party and now he was back home drunk. He sniffed and the smell of booze and sweat mixing filled his noise. He could have been sick, in fact maybe he already had been. Either way he needed a shower.

he stumbled though a doorway and found himself in a bathroom. he wasted no time stripping off, looking down at his little nub, hard, probably morning wood? He was too drunk to think about it, hell he was too drunk to care. He stepped into the shower, also too drunk to check the temperature as he got covered in cold water making his soft nipples rock hard and his small package even smaller. As he stepped back out and waited for the water to get warm he started to remember...wait... this wasn't his bathroom... That had not been his house...

Just then the door flung open, exposing his little shrivelled junk to whoever was entering. Likely whoever owned this house! He was caught like deer in headlights and didn't even think to cover.