On the first floor of a moderately priced hotel, one of a chain, a business man by the name of Kevin Crows talks on the phone to his secretary, who sits at her desk in an office miles from where he is now. Another man enters, toting a fold-up massage table. Before he can set up, the business man hangs up his cell phone and introduces himself. The masseur, Kyle Quinn, does the same, shaking Kevin’s outstretched hand. Kevin explains to him in no uncertain terms that a massage will not be taking place during this in-room service call. No, instead Kyle will be performing a ‘dick sucking,’ as Kevin describes. ‘But what about the massage,’ Kyle asks, a bit confused. It’s not what this Mr. Crows had in mind, and he doesn’t want to waste time.
Kevin Crows is lounging on the patio and soaking up the sun in this poolside session. Shimmering from the lotion that glistens in the sunlight, he slowly rubs himself down with oil, then, once properly covered in sufficiently slippery, he begins to fondle his cock through his speedos. Pulling his shorts below his waist line, he reveals his rock hard poking through.
Kevin Crows has been holding it in all day and now he’s way past due to bust a nut. All prepped and ready to go, he’s got his Iporn and his hand down his pants. There’s only one problem: he has no inspiration. His imagination just isn’t doing it for him, so he looks around for something a little more tempting. Cue Dominic Pacifico, hard at work out in the garden, working up a sweat out in the afternoon heat. Kevin stares at Domingo secretly through the window, until Dominic catches him spying.
Have you ever seen something cryptic written on a bathroom wall? Maybe something vaguely dirty? Like a crudely drawn penis or a man’s spread asshole? Kevin Crows has. Now he’s found himself in that situation, but with a strange addition. There’s a hole in the stall wall along with the odd writings. Kevin sees the initials ‘CD.’ He’s about to find out that Christopher Daniels is lurking in the stall, stroking his meat, waiting for a baffled guy to do some investigating.
Kevin Crows is in a bit of a tangle. Stealing a few precious moments to himself, he as retreated to his room for a bit of personal time, where he seems to have entangled himself in a bit of a knot. Wrapping his tie around his balls to form tightness and tension, he lathers his dick up with lube, rubbing it all over his body, stretching out in his chair and spreading his legs to maximize his release and to fully loosen up. Watch as he strokes and pulls on his dick, then watch as he breaks the ties holding him down and explodes all over the tie, the table, the chair and himself.
Paul Wagner has booked his room for the Fleshjack Conference and can’t wait to get down to the main floor to see what’s going on. Unfortunately, it appears the hotel has overbooked itself, and so now, Paul will have to spend his weekend bunking with a complete stranger. Luckily enough, Kevin Crows is also a conference attendee, and even more luck, he’s already been down and made his rounds, so by the time he gets up to the room, he’s strapped with a bag of free swag.
Rod Daily has got a really hard problem. He has to get ready for his first day at his new job. Kevin Crows thinks he’s mostly ready, except for one thing: that raging hard-on in his gym shorts. Rod can’t go to work like that! He’ll freak everybody out… end up on a list somewhere… so Kevin decides to help him out. Pretty soon they’re both well on the way to fixing this stiffy in a jiffy.
