"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"I got out. Wet, naked, and petrified, I darted out of the shower and scrambled out the door. I forgot my towel, my shorts,... and my bathroom kit. I left everything behind in a mad dash through the hallway. And I barely glanced at Priscilla, Deedee's roommate, who had come out of her bunkroom to see what the commotion was about and now stood in her doorway with one hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh TOO hard at the schlubby, naked man hustling through the cabin. I quietly snuck back to my room and beat off. It only took seconds, literally for ropes of cum to spew forth, shooting up my belly and chest. I wiped myself down and drifted back of to sleep.The following happened whilst I was back in my room, I later found out, roughly, what was said:Madie reached her orgasm with Sophie’s face getting covered in her cum juices. “Wow Soph. what made you do that?” questioned Madie. Sophie stood up, turned and flopped down next to her friend. “I don’t know” she. The contest was over, Ray got the biggest cheer and Tsau announced him the winner of the hotel’s first ever wet boxer short contest. The rest of us, despite not winning, were all happy with our performances as Tsau congratulated us for not being like the usual boring English guests.The rest of the night went by with us all getting completely pissed up, telling stories and jokes until four in the morning. Unfortunately nothing more sexual happened but when I got Dee back to our room we fucked. I kept things very professional with him, but he had a feeling I might be a good replacement for that unnamed pimp that satisfied Margie a couple of years ago. I said, "When she gets to town, if you guys take her out to dinner and drinks, I'd love to tag along." Brad gave me an all-knowing look and said, "Sure man, you'll definitely be included."Maybe two weeks later, Margie arrived. I met her at the office along with a bunch of other employees. She took the proverbial tour, met with the.