Gingerly, Timothy stepped into his old, ramshackle bathtub beneath the cascade of water. He winced at the fact it was still not hot enough, but soon began rubbing himself with soap over his slender shoulders, arms, chest and belly.
He grinned and looked around.
Of course no one was here, but he still felt like a kid with a new toy as he reached down and touched his huge, hanging penis. He shivered at how sensitive it felt and how thick it was between his legs. He widened his stance to feel the full, erotic pull of his sex beneath him. With a grin, he slowly ran his soapy hands down his flaacid shaft, feeling how good it felt with so much "real estate" below the belt.
Soon, he reached past his knees and began soaping up his enormous, orange-sized cocktip. He groaned at the feeling of it and leaned back against the shower wall. His lithe hands stroked up and down his shaft, his eyes never leaving it as he watched and felt himself slowly growing more erect.
"Oh, gods... That's it... Nice-n-hard... How big *am* I...?" he murmured to himself.
Slowly, lubricated by the warm soap and hot water, his shaft rose against his belly ... rising higher and higher past his stiff nipples and growing closer to his chin. He couldn't help but stare...
Soon, his shaft was on a level with his eyes, a dark, dusky purple and throbbing with need and desire. A thin, clear trickle of precum beaded at his tip before his eyes and he could hold back no longer. His moist, lubricated hands went to work, pumping his massive girth slowly.
He could feel his balls rising and falling ... bouncing heavily with their seed as he ground himself up and down with his back against the wall. He shivered and moaned, louder as it seemed his mammoth cock was far more sensitive now, as well as larger.
He had to be at least two feet long!