Tom McAdams head was throbbing hard, mere seconds from exploding but this soon lead to the thrill and the ecstasy he received from getting to hit that print button on his laptop. After 4 hours of constant typing he had finally finished all of his paperwork for the time being leaving him with some time to enjoy the luxurious 5 star hotel his company had put him in for the week. As he looked in the mirror to see his ever more greying hair he wondered if he was too old for all this travelling from state to state, city to city, and hotel to hotel. But at 49 he seen himself as being set in his ways with no point in changing carer now. He was raised with a strong work ethic and this pride in the work was what lead to the demise of his 18 year old childless and eventually loveless marriage with his former wife. His headache began to subside and his mind began to change to another primal urge, he wanted to go on the hunt for some food. However, keeping up with the fine dining experience in the hotel’s restaurant seemed like to much effort. All Tom wanted to do was order some room service and curl up in bed with a good action or thriller movie.


Mr McAdams was no slob and if he wasn’t working you would normally find him in the hotel gym or bar; he was a very sociable man and believed in good manors and put that, and hard work, to working his way up the rat race letting him be in the position he was in. But tonight he was not the night for him to be social. As he stapled the remaining sheets of work together he decided that ordering some room service was on the cards for tonight. He reached over for a menu and glanced down all the dishes with a nice big juicy rib eye sticking out the most in his mind. He flopped down on to the bed and reached over for the phone, which his 6ft 1 frame aloud him to easily reach and dialled the number for the restaurant.

“Hello main restaurant speaking how can I help you” answered a voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hello sir, I was wondering if I could order your rib eye steak please for room number 302” Tom asked “oh and can you make it medium-rare please” he added to his order.

“Yes, of course that will be no problem sir; we’ll have one of our waiters send it up for you when it’s ready. Can I offer you anything else at all sir?” The man on the phone politely asked.

“No, no that will be all thank you. Goodbye”


Tom hung up and began to undo his white shirt pulling it from out of his jeans letting it brush over his fat cock and it felt good. All he had on now was his light blue t-shirt which hugged his muscular body and he let his hands run down his chest resting his hand on his belt buckle which kept going down rubbing his cock again.
“Dam its been a while” he thought to himself , maybe that action movie would be a pay per view. His cock was getting harder he slowly began to undo his zip and slide his hand into….

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK “ROOM SERIVE” a voice form the door shouted.
Now the only thing getting harder was Toms headache which was slowly seeping back.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOC..