Max came home to his new apartment and felt simultaneously excited and sad. He was happy to have a place to himself, but at the same time, Max now wished he had chosen a different time to move out.
Sure, he had wanted to move out of his parent's house as quickly as possible after turning eighteen, but in hindsight, having to celebrate the holidays amongst a pile of yet-to-unpack moving boxes was a bad idea. Alas, there was nothing Max could do to change his circumstances now, so he decided to make the most of it.
Luckily for Max, he had already set up all the furniture a few days prior, so at least his apartment felt somewhat homely. Homely, but not yet decorated. Max decided that festive decorations would be the best way to change that and get into the festive spirit.
Max started rummaging around in the pile of boxes in the hallway, attempting to find string lights. As Max opened the first box, he did not find decorations, but he did find something even more exciting.
In the box in front of him, neatly packed, were his sex toys. Finding his toys convinced Max to change his plans and forget about decorating. He instead decided to allow his cock to “Celebrate” the holidays before he did anything else.
Without skipping a beat, Max grabbed his automatic thrusting masturbator and its desk-mount. Max then rushed to his bedroom and excitedly screwed the mount to the corner of his desk. After he felt satisfied with the placement of the mount, Max affixed the toy to it.
Max pulled down his pants and underwear, and his erect cock popped out the second there was no more fabric to hold it in place. Max kicked the heap of clothes that landed on the floor with a thud. In doing so, his clothes slid out of view under the desk.
Eager to get into the action, Max briefly considered skipping foreplay and plunging his cock straight into the inviting, textured silicon sleeve of his beloved mounted masturbator. In the end, he decided against it in the knowledge that foreplay always led him to better orgasms.
Max breathed in and out slowly, attempting to control his heart rate and excitement. Once Max knew he had accomplished that, he felt ready to masturbate. He started tracing the bulging veins on his cock with his fingernail. Starting from the base of his shaft, he slowly traced his way up. Max was sure he felt the veins pulse beneath his finger in anticipation. As Max did this, he pictured the blood rushing toward his penis.
By the time Max’s fingernail found its way three-quarters up his shaft, he felt the distinctive sallow upward curve before Max eventually reached the tip. Max had initially been self-conscious about the shape of his member, but when he realized that this curve was an advantage when it came to hitting most women’s G-spot, Max started loving it.
As Max’s finger glided over the tip and off his cock, he saw pre-cum dripping out. His cock wanted more than to be tickled, so Max decided it was time to stroke. First by hand and finally, by machine.
Max enthusiastically pulled his foreskin back and exposed his glistening, pre-cum covered head for the first time that night. Without hesitation, Max began to stimulate himself by repeatedly rubbing his finger over his urethral opening.
The sudden, intense sensation made Max momentarily weak in the knees, and a low grunt of pleasure passed his lips. Then, Max noticed the light on the upper floor of a house across the street flick on. It was then Max realized he had been playing with himself while he was visible through a window, and apparently, that had not gone unnoticed by his new neighbor across the street.