Max stood near the bathtub, trying to decide whether or not he wants to take a bath; however, after standing there for a few moments, he realised that he really needed to use the toilet.
Walking back over to the toilet, he stood there knowing what he needed to do. The need to relieve himself growing stronger. He lowered his red plaid pyjama bottoms, revealing the white underwear underneath. Shyly, he lowered those too.
Refusing to look down, Max starred forward at the dull brown walls as he felt the familiar feeling of relieving himself. A few moments later when he was finished, he leaned over and flushed the toilet.
Max stood there. Releasing that he could not do this for two weeks, he decided he should at least look at it. (Although, it was more likely that it was curiosity.) Eyes drifting downwards, he saw his new dick for the next two or so weeks.
Either it was the timing or something else, the small little dick began to stiffen. Crap, why now? He thought to himself as he began to panic. I don’t want to feel someone else’s boner! All he could do was to stand there as it got larger and harder.
Within the minute, it was full size and stiff to the point where it was throbbing and painful. Even if it was smaller than the one Max used to have, it seemed to hurt even more than he ever remembered.
Unable to do anything else, he wrapped his small hand around it. Max did not expect the amount of relief that he did when his cold hand touched it.
Before he knew it, he was sliding his hand up and down the dick, pumping it with intensifying pleasure and speed. Thinking he heard a sound outside, he turned and saw his reflection in the mirror.
Seeing his new reflection playing with himself did not help with the boner as it seemed to get even worse. Seconds later, a pleasurable sensation took him over as his dick began spurting out its contents uncontrollably.
Shortly after, it subsided, leaving much of himself, pyjamas, and a fair sum of the floor and wall covered in his stickiness. Trying to find something to clean himself off, Max finished pulling his underwear and pyjamas completely off before walking over to the sink, where he found a wash cloth.
Wetting the cloth, he set about to cleaning himself off, which ended up proving a slight challenge as he was decently coated.
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