Pumping

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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.

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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