Upon arriving to my hotel room on the last day of a lengthy work trip, my cock swelled to attention in my pants almost immediately. Up until today, I was sharing this room with a co-worker, and had no way to sate my daily urges to a blow a load or two (sometimes even more). However, he checked out r this morning and I had one final night to myself. I wasted no time in stripping off my work clothes and letting my raging erection get some air. I considered hopping in the shower, but my cock was insistent on getting some attention first. I sat on the edge of the bed and gave it a few slow pumps. Right away I felt the urge to cum; my cock had been throbbing for days with no relief, and I could almost feel the weight of the load that had built up in my balls. No wonder that I needed release right away. I was desperate, my breath already coming in ragged gasps. Without much warning, just a metallic click that I barely noticed, the door to my room suddenly swung open and an older man ambled in with a large toolbox in his hand. It took him a moment to notice me; I had just enough time to cover up while he was distracted with closing the door. Of course, I say “cover up” loosely; my clothes were already folded and halfway across the room. Sitting on the end of the bed, I couldn’t use the sheets or even the pillows to cover myself either, so I ended up with nothing but my hands to try and hide my rock-hard erection. This had mixed results. Sure, I was able to cover up my balls, but most of my shaft and thick pubic hair was still on full display. I was so shocked by this man’s sudden appearance that I didn’t even shout or yell. The man looked up with a start. “Oh, jeez, sorry about that. Came to fix the heater.” He pointed at the unit on the far side of the room. Although he seemed apologetic, he didn’t seem like he planned to leave. In fact, he kept looking right at my and my unruly erection the whole time. I felt precum begin to slide down my shaft and over my knuckles. “Can it wait?” I asked sheepishly, too embarrassed to even move. “It will really only take five minutes.” He explained. “I don’t mind if you keep going, we’ve all been there, you know?” He winked. “I won’t say anything, just do what you want.” Without another word, he popped open his toolbox and crouched in front of the heater. I looked down at my throbbing boner, so hard that my cockhead was almost purple. I needed the release so badly…but could I really keep jerking off with him here? Did I really want him to hear me grunt and moan as I emptied my balls, to have him smell my sweat and semen, to have him see my abs flex and my face contort as a shot a huge load all over my chest? I deliberated for what felt like forever, but it was probably only a moment. I never really had a choice from the beginning. My cock was always going to win, no matter what humiliation it put me through. I wrapped my fist around my cock again and began to pump in earnest. Once again, the urge to orgasm came over me right away. I tried to hold back the best I could, but the pleasure was too much for me. “Nnh…gonna cum…” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I was used to being vocal but not to having an audience. I heard the clank of the tools stop, but I didn’t even turn my head. My toes curled and my head tilted back as I reached the point of no return. My cock shot rope after rope of thick cum all over my chest, stomach, and cock, dropping down all over the bedsheets too. I grunted and moaned like a wild animal, my musk filling the room. Once my powerful orgasm had subsided, I turned my head to see the man watching me. “Didn’t think you would be done before I finished up.” He said with a chuckle. “It’s only been a minute or two.” I blushed, unable to apologize for my quick trigger cock. True to his word, the man finished up a minute later. Paralyzed, I watched him go without moving an inch, naked as the day I was born and covered in my own spunk. Only once the door clicked shut again did I get in the shower. I had been so utterly humiliated…so why was my cock still so hard?