b) Jerk off, but not look at his penis and try to make it seem like nothing is happening

Tom decided to jerk off but not look at his neoprene-covered dick to keep secret about what he was doing. He grabbed his dick in his gloved hands and gave jerking off a try. He realized that was going to be a problem. The texture of his glove was designed for grip, and the neoprene coating made his dick less sensitive. Just trying to jerk off holding his dick in his hand wasn't doing anything for him.

With his left hand he tried rolling the tip of his dick between his thumb and forefinger, while his right explored for new areas of interest; his smooth buttocks. The rubber bulge that now contained his balls. Some firm pressure on his prostate. Yeah, the firm pressure on his prostate was doing it, the sensitivity of the was pretty much unaffected.

Tom realized he didn't really have a plan for what he'd do when he did cum. He decided to lay on his back, look at the ceiling, and let it happen, even though it was a bit uncomfortable, with the backpack there.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Hngh. Uhhhng. Ahhh. Ahhhhh. Ahh. Huff. Hufff. Hufff." Tom didn't really have words for it. It was more intense than it usually was for him.

"Crap. Wait a second." thought Tom "Do they get audio too, or just video? I never got that part clarified."

There was a splatter of white cum across the front of the black wetsuit. Some of it just dripping out of his penis, some of it had made it almost all the way to the top of his chest.

"At least my junk still works" thought Tom "That was impressive"

Then he saw a text message in his visor's display: "THAT WAS SUPER OBVIOUS WHAT YOU JUST DID THERE."

"Oh crap" thought Tom.

A new message appeared in the visor's display "BUT IT WOULD BE SILLY TO EXPECT OTHERWISE FROM A YOUNG MALE. DO YOU NEED ANY LUBRICANT?"

"Um Yes" said Tom

"IT WILL BE DELIVERED SOON. GET YOURSELF CLEANED UP BEFORE THEN." said the new message.

"Well at least that clarifies whether they get audio too." thought Tom.

Tom headed to the shower and turned it on.

"The drops make a different sound than just on skin." Tom idly thought to himself. "More of a hollow sound... I wonder who watches the video and sends messages. Mr Dreidger? Commander Smith? The unknown Dr. Conrad? I guess I'll find out when the lube gets delivered."

Tom got out of the shower and towelled off. He put on the wetsuit shorts. 

He looked out the window; he had gotten up early. It was still morning. He was tired from the exertion so he laid on the bed on his side and took a nap.

He was woken up by a knock on the door. "Delivery!"

Tom opened the door. It was a hotel employee offering a plain cardboard box. "Have delivery for you." Tom accepted the package.

"Thank you" Tom said as he closed the door.

Tom took the box to the table and opened it. It was a plain bottle that didn't have a brand. The title said "Water-based personal lubricant"

"Makes sense if they get supplies in bulk it would just be unbranded stuff. Well that doesn't answer my question about who sent that message." thought Tom to himself. I should just go back to sleep. So he did.

He was woken from his nap by the hotel phone.

Tom picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Dreidger here. Thought I'd let you know that they're going to stop serving breakfast in the lobby in less than an hour."

"Huh?"

"The complimentary breakfast they serve to their guests. Until 10am. You woke up really early this morning so there's still time."

"But you said the hotel is partially actual guests. I can't take my suit off and can't really cover it with clothes either."

"It'll be fine" reassured Mr. Dreidger "There's a pool in the basement with heavy equipment underwater. Ordinary divers pay to come here to train here for underwater welding and such. There's signs in the lobby about scuba training. Any guest would assume you're part of one of those groups. You might even see other divers who are here for training come up in their suit to grab a quick bite."

"I *am* pretty hungry."

"Remember your non-disclosure agreement if you talk to anybody; you can say you're a military contractor, but the nature of your suit is secret."

"But I noticed that I look kind of odd where the edges of the hood meet the skin."

"Hmm" thought Mr. Dreidger quickly "Bring that up with Dr Conrad when you see him if it bothers you, maybe he can do an adjustment. Until then, if you still want to go, you can go to the supply room and get a diver's hood with a smaller face hole. I'll open it to your biometrics for the next 30 minutes. Remember, we can see anything you do in your visor so don't try anything stupid. Don't forget to wear your shorts too."

"Yeah I know" said Tom flatly.

"Alright, your call. There's also room service. It gets billed directly to us. Don't worry about the prices listed in the menu. We have a special deal worked out with the hotel. We pay a lot less than what it says in there." 

"Ok, I'll think about it." replied Tom.

"Alright, bye then." Mr. Dreidger hung up. 

Should Tom:

a) Check out the supply room, see if there's a diver's hood he can wear, then go get breakfast in the lobby

b) Order room service

c) Something else?