I got out my suction cup dildo yesterday anticipating nice long shower. My shower-tub is really a perfect place for sex. There is a sunken Japanese soaking tub and next to it a good-sized shower. Too bad that is so perfectly situated for sex, because it only gets used for sex with myself. My dildo is large enough maybe it is another person? That is a deep philosophical question, which needs not be answered. 

Sometimes I guess I just need a good reaming, I guess. After soaping up my cock, balls and ass, then sticking the suction cup on the horizontal edge of the tub to get things ready. I placed it near the corner where I can straddle the corner of the tub with my feet on the tub bottom. 

My suction cup dildo is pretty big, 15" long by maybe 6" around, so it takes a while for me to spread myself for it to actually slip in. In this, my favorite configuration, I can lean against the tile wall and slide down gently onto the long rubber cock, slip off of it as it opens me, then reinsert it a little more each time down onto it. As I work myself down onto it, I can easily stroke my cock as my legs are spread apart, and I can really get a good, long, hard stroke with my dangling cock as I impale myself. 

Because I use soap for a lube, there are suds flying everywhere as I masturbate. The dildo's effect on the nerve endings surrounding the anus and the prostate are so overpowering, I involuntarily, moan out, but quietly, knowing there is an open window right next to my head. I am just slowly stroking my cock as the dildo sends shivers of pleasure through my body. Stroking my cock makes me move my hips mimicking a fucking motion. That fucking motion going with my masturbation makes the dildo push against the prostate, even more deliberately making me bite my lips to not moan out loud and alert the neighborhood. 

I realize that my neck is getting tense so I try to relax. I let my neck relax and my head lean back against the shower wall. With that tension relieved, I look down and see that I have one foot up on the arm rest that is built into the side of the tub and the other on the floor of the tub. I am not all the way down onto that 15" dildo, but I have a lot of it inside me and my cock is so hard, yet with that huge cock inside me the orgasm that seems to be teasing me is being stalled. It seems the intensity of the anal excitement is working against the intensity of my cock stroking, but it all feels so good. I move my hips back and forth, fucking that huge dildo while sliding my hand up and down my hard shaft. 

Finally, I have to stand up and let the dildo out, which lets me relax a bit, but by now I am like a panting dog in heat, and I grab the bar of Castile soap once again and lather up the dildo and my, then lower myself back down on that huge dildo. The shower water is barely hitting me as I raise and lower my hips to fuck the dildo. That teasing orgasm is now rising up and I start to jerk my cock hard back and forth. Once again suds landing all over. Suddenly that feeling takes over, you know, that feeling of making it to the point of no return. I can feel it coming and I let out a moan, move my hand all the way down on my cock and thrust forward as if burying my cock in someone. With my hand against my body and most of my hard, magnificent cock is extended out from my hand, it shoots its first drops onto my thigh. One more slow stroke out and my cock shoots again, landing on my thigh once more and then dripping onto the tub floor. I shiver and moan again as the last few spurts dwindle.

The orgasm is one of those blinding things, where the feeling of orgasm is overwhelming, like riding Viper at Magic Mountain. I am bent at the knees, a huge dildo inside me, my own semen pooled onto my thigh and for the moment totally exhausted. But now after the orgasm, that huge dildo feels more intrusive and I slowly lift my ass off of it. It pops out and bunces forward, slapping me on the back of the thigh, like it is congratulating me for a job well done, while I am kinda still gasping for air after the strenuous exercise. Slowly the sounds of the water and the fact that I am in the tub start to come back. Of course, now I have to wash my sticky thigh