Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 17:27:47 +1000
From: lovetherod@gmail.com
Subject: Pumping

If you're under 18, don't read this.

This is my first story I've submitted to Nifty, so any comments, questions
or constructive criticism would be nice - my e-mail address is at the
bottom. Let me know if you enjoyed my story.

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This is a true story that happened to me about 2 years ago. I was 16 at the
time. I was an average sort of guy. I was fit since I worked out as much as
I could. I didn't go to the gym or anything, I just did sit-ups, crunches,
push-ups, ect to stay in shape. I had curly brown hair, brown eyes, a
baby-smooth face (I shaved everyday, although I probably didn't need to),
and a bit of a six pack. I loved my body, and I still do.

I was a virgin. I had never had sex because I always thought the girls at
my school were way too slutty (sloppy seconds really didn't appeal to me).
I was mostly straight, but I was curious about sex with other guys my age.
My friends all thought "fag sex" was gross and didn't even like talking
about it, apart from joking about it. But I wanted to try it. I didn't know
why, but the thought of some guy's ass wrapped around my cock made me
hard. And I figured that it must be good if gay guys like it so much.

Anyway, moving on. It was a Wednesday. I got off school early on
Wednesday's, and my brother has soccer practice every Wednesday afternoon
straight after school, so I always have a few hours to myself.

It was about 1pm when I got home. It was a warm day, and since I walked
home, I was pretty hot. I went into my room, dumped my bag, folder and
shoes in a corner, stripped down to a t-shirt and my boxer briefs and
walked into the laundry.

The house we live in is kinda old fashioned. The laundry is part of the
house, but only accessible from the outside, and it's underneath the house;
it's isolated. A few weeks earlier, I realised that the laundry was a great
place to jack off; I could spray my cum everywhere and not worry since it
was easy to clean off the tiled floor, and like I said, it's an isolated
place, so I didn't need to worry about someone walking in on me.

I entered the laundry and instantly the cool air hit my body. I was hot and
sweaty from the walk, so this was a great relief. The laundry was fast
becoming my favorite part of the house. I locked the door, turned on the
light and sat on the toilet.

While I was doing my business, sex came to my mind. For the last few days,
I had been working really hard on an essay which I left until the last
minute - I had been working on it non-stop. I hadn't eaten much, I hadn't
used my computer, and by the time I decided enough was enough each night, I
was too tired to even jack off. My balls started aching a bit, as if they
were asking me to give them some relief. Of course, I did.

I grabbed my cock and started kneading it between my fingers. I always
liked to go as slow as possible - especially if it had been a few days
since my last time - because it always felt ten times better and I came
more. So that's what I did - I slowly started making myself hard.

Out of no-where, I got the urge to fart. I usually do when I'm sitting on
the loo, but I noticed this one seemed a bit bigger than usually. No big
deal - I let it go. Maybe it was the fact that I was super-horny due to my
lack of jacking off over the past few days, but I noticed something that I
hadn't really noticed before; farting felt really good.  Yeah, I know farts
feel good for everyone because they relieve pressure and what-not, but this
fart felt really good - it felt pleasurable.

Like I said before, I had thought about sex with guys more than once, and
like any other teenage boy, I had stuck a finger up my arse in the shower
to see what it was like. My finger felt nice I guess, but this fart was
totally different. I don't know how to explain it.

I immediately started pushing down with my bowels, trying to get another
fart to come out. No luck. My dick was really hard and I needed relief, but
I decided that I wanted to make myself fart - no matter what.

I finished with the toilet, washed my hands and started thinking about what
I could do to make myself fart. Some sort of hose was my first thought. If
I could get some hose, lube it up, put it in my hole and blow air through
it was my mouth, I could blew air up my arse and make myself fart.

I exited the laundry and walked over to the garden hose. It didn't take me
long to realise that the hose was not an option. Our hose is about 50m long
since we have a huge backyard, and it had nozzles at each end, and there
was no way I wanted one of those up my arse. Not to mention, all the water
trapped in the house more than likely be pushed up my arse along with any
air which made it to the other end.

I started searching around the house for another hose. "Maybe Dad keeps
some small pieces lying around for something", I thought to myself. I
checked the shed, under the house, under the sink - you name it - but I
couldn't find anything. I needed another idea.

I went back into the shed, looking for something else I might use. I found
an empty soft drink bottle my Dad used to use for keeping oil in. I thought
about using that; if I squeezed the bottle, the air would be pushed up my
arse. But then I realised that the air would be sucked back out once I
stopped squeezing the bottle. And it could be dangerous - I didn't want to
rip my hole or suck my arse inside out.

Then I saw the bike I used to ride as a kid. It's front tyre was flat after
I rode over a stick on the road. I remember Dad bought a flat type from the
hobby store along with a bike pump to pump it up - but I remember, Dad
could never get the flat tyre off the bike...

THAT'S IT! The bike pump! The bike pump had a small tip to it and was
designed to pump air into tyres without sucking it back out again. It was
perfect. I spotted the pump on the shelf, grabbed it and half-ran to the
laundry. I was so excited, so turned on.

I closed the laundry door and locked it, pulled down my boxer briefs and
squatted on the floor. I placed the bike pump underneath my arse and slowly
tried to sit my hole right onto the end of the pump, where the hole was.

The pump was a bit strange. It's hose had gone missing, so the hole in the
pump (where the air would be pumped out) was part of a nozzle that was
about a centimeter long.

I placed my finger on my arsehole and slowly tried to line up with the
pump's hole. I felt the pump touch my hole, so I grabbed a firm hold of the
pump, removed my finger from my arsehole and tried to sit on the pump.

My arse instantly hurt. I sprang up like a spring away from the pump. "This
isn't going to work", I thought, disappointed. But then I realised I wasn't
using any sort of lube.  Having had nothing but a finger up my hole once,
which was a few years ago, of course nothing would go up there without any
pain without lube

I placed the pump on the floor, pulled my boxer briefs up, opened the
laundry door and raced back into the house. I had to be quiet - my Dad
works the late shift at our local club and was asleep in his room. As
quietly as I could, I walked into my Mum's room (Mum and Dad have separate
rooms because they both complain the other snores too loudly) and grabbed a
bottle of hand cream lotion that was sitting innocently on her bedside
table.

I walked back out of the house and back into the laundry, lotion in hand. I
entered the laundry, closed and locked the door and again pulled by boxer
briefs to my ankles and squatted on the floor. I squeezed some of the
lotion onto my fingers and rubbed it onto my arsehole. It felt really nice
- much nicer than it had when I tried in the shower.

I squeezed more lotion onto my finger, and this time I inserted my finger
into my hole. I did my best to spread the lotion around the inside of my
hole. I pulled my finger out and inspected it - good, it was clean. I
reached for some toilet paper and wiped the remaining lotion off my
finger. I then squeezed more lotion onto my fingers and rubbed it onto the
pump nozzle.

After wiping my fingers clean again, and putting the lotion to one side, I
grabbed the pump and again tried to line it up with my arsehole. The lotion
definitely made it easier to slide the nozzle around. When it felt like I
had lined the nozzle up with my hole, I slowly sat down.

Excited, I took hold of the handle, pulled the out and then back in. I
heard a high- pitched fart noise - kind of like the noise made when you
place your mouth over your arm and blow. The breeze felt nice on the arse,
but it wasn't what I was after. While sitting down, I must of nudged the
pump out of position or something.

I sat back up a bit and tried again. This time, I used my finger to locate
my hole (like I did originally). I managed to get the nozzle of the pump to
touch my finger. I carefully removed my finger and lowered myself onto the
nozzle.

It worked this time. I felt the nozzle enter my hold. The whole thing - the
whole centimeter. My dick, which was now harder than I ever remembered it
being in the past,

Again, I grasped the pump's handle, pulled it out and then back in. As the
handle was sliding back into the pump, at first I heard nothing. Then, as
the handle was about half way back into the pump, I heard a deep rumbling
sound. I felt it too. It was like that feeling you get in your stomach when
you're hungry, except it was happening just inside my arsehole, and it was
much more intense.

In my excitement, the nozzle accidentally slipped from my hole with a pop
and a hiss. It literally made the same noise as when you disconnect it from
a tyre. I was eager to confirm whether or not it had worked, so I pushed
out with my bowels - success! I farted.  It was only a small fart, but I
was making progress.

I inserted the nozzle up my arse again. I pumped once - again, I heard and
felt the deep rumbling. I pumped twice - again, I heard and felt the
rumble, but it sounded a bit deeper this time. I pumped three times - this
time, along with the rumbling, I felt the inside of my arse expand a
bit. My excitement again got the better of me, and the nozzle slipped from
my arse. I quickly sat up a bit and pushed my arse out. This time, the fart
was longer, louder and felt MUCH better. I couldn't believe that such a
simple and natural thing was feeling so good!

The laundry was starting to smell now. It wasn't a bad smell - it didn't
smell anything like shit, otherwise that would have really turned me
off. It didn't really smell like farts normally do either. It was an anal
smell, but not a bad one - it was erotic and horny, and I loved it.

Eager to keep going, I placed the nozzle at my hole and sat. It went in
straight away - I was getting better at this. I started pumping the air up
my arse. The first three pumps where the same as before, but with each
pump, I reached new levels of pleasure. The air was going deeper and deeper
up my arse, and I could feel my intestines opening up as the air traveled
deeper. I continued to pump - my dick had never been so hard, and I was
leaking precum, something that I had never really done before. It was
leaking like a tap, and with each pump, the flow increased slightly.

After about the tenth or so pump (I lost count because it was feeling so
good), the air must have reached some sort of wall inside my body because
it couldn't travel any deeper.  So instead, it started going outwards. I
could feel my bowels expanding out as I filling them with air. Eventually,
it got to the point where it started to ache a bit - it didn't hurt, but it
was uncomfortable. Reluctantly, I pulled the nozzle out of my ass and
pushed.

The result was the longest, loudest, most amazing fart I had ever done. It
lasted about 10 seconds and was so loud, I feared the neighbours would hear
- or worse, Dad. I couldn't stop it either - it was like my arsehole was
refusing to close. When it finally did end, it was followed by a series of
smaller farts.

My knees where shaking a bit - I had never felt so good in my life. The
pleasure, the relief, the very thought of what I was doing - I had to
refrain as best I could from cumming on the spot.

The smell of the laundry increased - I was getting hornier. Rather than
being a faint smell, it was now coming into my nose with each breath I
took. And it still didn't smell bad - it wasn't like normal farts or shit;
it's hard to describe, but it was fantastic.

I grabbed the pump again, inserted the nozzle into my arse and pumped
away. It was the same as before, and I pumped until my bowels started
filling to the brink. This time, when I pulled the nozzle from my ass, some
air escaped in a hiss before my hole managed to close itself.

I lay on my back and placed a finger at my hole. I pushed out with my
bowels, and again, the long and loud fart started. I was amazed to feel my
hole open as wide as it did. It was easily the same diameter as my
finger. I pushed the tip of my finger into my hole; my finger entered,
barely touching the walls of my arse.

This was incredible - air rushing uncontrollably from my arse, which was
wide open and big enough to take my finger without even touching it. That
did it - I couldn't hold off any longer, even though I wanted to. Without
warning, I felt my balls tighten and my cock throb. Ropes of cum began
shooting from my cock. No, they weren't ropes - it almost looked as if I
was pissing cum. It landed on my stomach and my chest. Some overflowed; the
cum dripped off the sides of my body onto the floor.

I was amazed; I had never cum so much before. I didn't even know cumming
this much was possible.

I took a deep breath through my nose. The mixed smells of my sweat, fresh
2-day-old cum, and of course that fantastic anal smell. It was wonderful.
My cock and arse both twitched. I lay on the floor, soaked in cum and
basking in the smells that filled our laundry. I was breathing heavily -
the power of my orgasm had exhausted me.

Suddenly I heard a thud from upstairs. I froze. I could hear my dad walking
out of his room and down the hallway. I looked at the clock in the laundry
- it was only 1:45pm - he wasn't meant to wake up for nearly another hour.
Had I been too loud? Had he heard my fart from upstairs and was now coming
to investigate? What would he think if he walked into a room which smelt of
cum, sweat and arse, and see his son lying covered in cum right in the
middle of it all?

I bolted up off the floor. As quickly as I could, I pulled my t-shirt and
boxer briefs on. I looked around the laundry, panicking, trying to find a
place to hide the pump and lotion. I opened the cupboard, threw them inside
and slammed it shut. But what about the smell? That wouldn't be as easy to
hide.

Just as I started thinking about running outside and hiding, as if I wasn't
ever in the laundry, I heard a splash of water upstairs. No, it was a
trickle. I recognised that sound - Dad was taking a piss.

Frozen to the spot, I waited for him to finish. I heard the toilet flush,
the taps run for a few moments, and finally my Dad thumped his way back up
the hallway, closed his bedroom door and then... silence.

I realised Dad had just woken up to use the toilet. I was safe. I breathed
a sigh of relief and laughed a bit as I thought about how panicked I was.

As the cum dried on my body, I opened the laundry windows and the door. I
walked back outside, pump and lotion in hand. I placed the pump back in the
shed in it's original position. I then walked back into the house, and as
quietly as I could, crept back into Mum's room and placed the lotion back
on her table.

I now need to use the laundry for it's real purpose; to wash clothes. I do
my own washing to prevent Mum from finding any sort of stains or marks that
she shouldn't. As I walked back down stairs, I felt my bowels rumble, and I
got the urge to fart again. I quickly went outside, closed the door and
pushed out my bowels. A big fart came out of my ass - not as big as the
last two, but still pretty big.

As I did my washing, the same things happened. I kept getting the urge to
fart; the more my body moved, the bigger the fart and the more often I
needed to. Obviously, that air had gone deeper than a thought. It was
trapped inside my body and was going to embarrass me all night as it made
it's departure.

All night, I kept getting the urge to fart. I made excuses to my Mum about
needing to do homework so I could stay in my room all night. I kept
farting; I couldn't help it. It was bad, in a way, because I feared that
anal smell would concern Mum, but it was good because I got hornier and
hornier with each fart. I must of jacked off 5 times that night.

I always sleep naked, so when I decided to go to bed, I stripped and got
under the covers. Sure enough, as I lay in bed, the farts kept coming. If
anything, they were more frequent and bigger - because I lay on my stomach
as I sleep, the extra pressure must have been forcing them out.

When I woke in the morning, my room stank. It was still that erotic anal
smell, but it was very strong. It seemed that all the air had escaped my
body while I was sleeping. I checked my sheets; thankfully, there were no
stains or anything, but this was something I thought Mum would easily
smell. I opened my windows to help let some fresh air in, and then quickly
left my room - I tried not to keep the door open for too long, fearing the
smell would enter the hallway.

At breakfast, Mum didn't say anything, which was a relief. I headed off for
school as usual, and as I walked, the urge to fart came back again. It was
very small thank god, but all day I kept having small farts. These didn't
seem to smell, but still, the feeling of farting was making me horny.

For the next day or two, small farts kept coming from my arse - I was
beginning to think they would never stop. They did of course, and life
returned to normal. That is, until the next Wednesday came along.

I made this a regular Wednesday activity for after school. Sometimes, I
even did it while my parents where down the street. I loved doing
it. Today, I still do it, and my boyfriend enjoys doing it with me too. We
do it to each other all the time - we can't get enough. But I'll write
about that some other time.

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