Room Service

The trips into my tumblr archive are swiftly getting closer to present day, so this tag will end soon, but not yet! Check out this story, and VIP members can see the relatively tame photo of Paul that goes with it.

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The knock on the door woke me up in an instant, and as I pulled my face off of the pillow, I thanked my tired self from last night for pre-ordering hotel room service. I’d gotten back from the conference’s boring mixer late last night with just enough time for me to strip out of my suit and place an order for an omelet before passing out into the lush pillows on the king size bed.

Getting up, I rubbed sleep from my eyes as I tripped over my shoes on the way to the door. Eyes still half closed, I pulled open the chain and opened the door expecting to see some hotel employee with a tray of food. Or maybe even one of those small robots that delivered food in some hotels. Instead, I was met with my coworker with her face pointed down at her phone in her hands.

I thought you’d never answer- did you not get Chet’s email? Our presentation got moved up an hour so I came to pre- what are you wearing?

I’d been frozen there, my feet stuck to the ground even as my brain yelled at them to move. I didn’t care if Simone saw me in my pajamas, but right now, I didn’t have that luxury. Oh no- I was only wearing yesterday’s briefs and the hint of morning wood that I’d woken up with. As I brought my hands down to my crotch to cover up, I could even feel my bush peeking over the waistband as my erect cock pulled the fabric down.

Are you? I can- shit, this is awkward.

She looked torn between leaving and staying to work like we should, and my lips opened up to say something, anything, but instead, I was cut off by the fire alarm.

Fuck, this is all we need- let’s go.

She started towards the stairwell, but she stopped when she didn’t see me beside her.

Paul, we have to go- this isn’t some drill like in high school. There’s an actual fire.

I’m in my tighty whities!

You can wrap my blazer around you in the parking lot- let’s go!

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me forward, and I realized a microsecond too late that my room key was still inside my now locked room. I was trapped out here in just my underwear, and the hallway was filling up with people coming our way. This was something out of a nightmare, and I even pinched myself to wake up, but I was still here in the hallway. I was proud of my body, but I still didn’t feel like showing it off to all of these strangers!

Quickly ducking into the stairwell with Simone’s blazer covering as much as I could, I began taking the stairs two at a time so I could get outside and hide. I had a hide-a-key under my car, and I could grab it and wait there behind tinted windows. That thought propelled me outside, and I actually felt the wave of embarrassment start to ebb a little bit, but only until I burst through the side door into the parking lot.

Crazy that there’s a fire, ri- what are you wearing?

I’d hoped to slip past the crowd, but instead, I was met with my boss and all of my coworkers that had traveled with me to the conference. They were all dressed in suits already, and I realized that I was the only one to miss that important email. Too humiliated to even speak, I just tried to pretend like I was fine as I stood there with a too-small blazer clutched in front of my crotch. I caught Michael stealing glances at me, and I tried to twist the jacket a bit to cover myself, but it was hard to cover my crotch and my ass. As he smirked, I realized that he was interested in both, so I just had to give up and let him drink in the sight of my fit body.

Simone was finally outside now, trying to stifle her laughter, as we were informed that some kid had pulled the fire alarm on accident in the lobby, and that there was nothing to worry about.

Well, everyone else had nothing to worry about… I had to figure out how I’d face my coworkers again after they’d just seen me almost naked, and for some reason, still with a hard cock…