To Hell with the Rest

by DIK STAAL

One by one all of my fantasies seem to be getting answered, as with my latest lucky find on the Waterloo Plein flea market, YEAH, white sailor pants, tight and revealing, showing my heavy packet off for all the street perverts, gay and straight alike. Tight-up in the crotch but with enough pant-leg space that allows my stretched and fat dick and low dropping balls to bang around and down my left leg, my mind permanently riveted on my horny basket, I accept myself, I accept that I am a pumping fanatic, YEAH, a real SEX-MANIAC.

The Reguliersdwarsstraat was where I found myself yesterday, a street more popular with the VANILLA boys, certainly not one of my favourite areas here in Amsterdam, one gay bar after another along the entire street, leather accepted but not as you might say, HEAVY. YEAH, cruising along in my sailor pants, now grubby around the crotch from the constant groping, I just can't resist it. Public-groping, as I think of it, I learnt on my first visit to Italy, those Mediterranean boys are always at it, yeah, they know a trick or two. Cruising around, a couple of hours to kill, just waiting for my next meeting with Gerrit, another heavy-duty-pumping-session with that randy bastard and his great hooded, pumped-up dick.

The sun was high and hot, the air seemed to be full of sexual expectation, what or how I found myself in the Reguliersdwarsstraat, I now just cannot remember, but it turned out to be an incredible stroke of luck, or maybe just fate itself was having a hand in it as there coming along toward me was a real humpy leather guy, hung, packed and in leather from head to foot, shit man, what a piece of stuff. Mid-40's I would guess, Cock-ring on his right shoulder and I could see quite clearly that he was focusing in on my bulging, hefty-packed pants, sexual hunger seemed to be dripping out of his whole body as he came just that much closer toward me, then our eyes locked together, locking fixedly and time itself stopping for an instance, almost coming to a halt as we nearly did. I nodded and gestured, pointing my fingers to APRILS BAR, I entered and he followed. A roomy bar, great, just one other guy here I thought, early afternoon and space and time enough for an easy contact. Without hesitation he was by my side introducing himself.

"Hello, my name is Wolfgang, I've just arrived from Dusseldorf and I'm newly living here in Amsterdam".

His brilliant and dazzling bright green eyes brooding on my crotch as he spoke. BINGO, I thought, my balls seemed to churn as my dick fought and stiffened tighter, confined in its leather cock-strap, swelling and stiffening even more now, surging down into its pant's leg, my packet hardening and somewhat more urgent, to a point of being explosive, emphasizing the bulging dick and balls that had been pumped just two and a half hours ago.

As I asked him to have a beer I pointed to a distant private table. He took my bag over, and sat spreading his legs wide.

"SHIT, what a sight".

Seated now, face to face, in such a way that we were freely able to perve heavily on each others bulging baskets, while we talked. He slipped out of his leather jacket revealing a fantastic tatooed dragons' head, its mouth skillfully executed appearing to chew on his right tit. The dragons' head also seemed to leer out of his leather tank top which just carressed each of his nipples, nipples well worth displaying and that had quite obviously been worked on recently, but not by a pumping fanatic such as I am.

"Just a moment Wolfgang, I've a phone call to make and I'll be right with you".

His drooling eyes not leaving my crotch, practically not even for an instance, held my attention as I excused myself knowing full well that he would still be there when I returned and that I for myself could indeed see Gerrit another day, certainly I did not intend to let this horny German guy slip my grasp, for to me he appeared to be not even a novice but a total stranger to pumping, and yes man I was right, there he sat as I turned around and returned from making the phone call, deliberately groping my packet, but this time for the sheer pleasure of watching his eyes bulge, and bulge they did. "SHIT", he exclaimed, and as that one word escaped from his mouth, I took an extra firm grip on my rock hard, stiff, dick, which emphasized even more my enormous, turgid nuts.

"SHIT man, I've never seen such a great big bloody packet, what the hell is your secret?", he said.

GOT'CHA, I thought to myself, this is going to be some kind of stuff this afternoon and who knows where that will lead.
As I realised that he had just moved to Amsterdam permanently I also realised that he might just make an additional and ideal conscript for my pumping experiences.

I said, "Pass me over my bag, Wolfgang, and I'll let you in on my secret, there, take a look at that", and as he peered into the bag he let out a long drawn out sound, (a sound that I am still unable to explain satisfactorily), and then, "Oh yes, SHIT MAN", his face now glowing with perverted pleasure. He was peering down into my bag which was stuffed full of cylinders and of course my vacuum pump.
His voice now trembling with exstatic eagerness as he began to fire questions at me regarding the treasure that he had discovered in my bag, yes he was surely a willing guy, this one.

I then decided that I might introduce him to Gerrit later on but first have a one-to-one session with him and get the measure of this man that sat now before me, now wearing his eagerness so blatantly (as they say) on his sleeve.

"That phone call that I have just made, was to a guy called Gerrit, a guy that I was on my way to meet when we met up so unexpectantly, perhaps if you like we will go to visit him later on this evening. He is at this moment as we speak having a MEGA-PUMPING session, 8 hours non-stop, but more about that later. First of all we will see what you can do and how you take to it, but if I am any judge I reckon that there will be no problems at all, judging by your responses".

My dick was constantly pulsating as I began to tell him about some of the ins-and-outs of pumping, and that only a few streets away was the Bronx sex shop, where now, one could find a good selection of cylinders, pumps, etc., etc., and as he was so keenly interested he should buy a pump and cylinder and so on.

It was such an easy conquest, (and to this day I still can't believe it), APRILS being so deserted made things much more possible.

"We'll just slip into the toilet before we leave and I'll take a good look at your dick and see what size of cylinder I recommend".

We stood now facing each other in the cramped space of the locked toilet closet and he showed that he was slightly nervous now as he snapped open 3 his fly studs and eased out his fat turgid tattooed tool. I took hold of his cock and cupping my hand around the root of the cock-shaft I gently eased out his balls, weighing and measuring up this nice fat excited dick, with its now swollen dick head oozing juices as I sized him up, all this man-meat protruding out, readily available, his legs as wide as possible under the circumstances with that packet jutting out of those tight leather jeans, gently but firmly I squeezed his dick and felt the pulsating throbbing of the dick-shaft, YEAH, this guy was keen alright, ready to discover what pumping was all about with his nice horny tool, yeah definitely ready and urgent for his first pumping experience, his dick, tatooed and cut and with those heavy hairy balls, those two fat orbs tight up under the root of his cock, seeming to support that eager thrusting dick. Judging by my reckoning those balls will stretch well and truly down, and it wasn't too difficult for me to imagine them banging and swinging around in the not too distant future.

The air in that closet grew thicker and heavier with fucking lust and as I unbuttoned my fly and hauled out my pumped and swollen dick and my great massive nuts, revealing its leather dick-strap and cropped pubic hairs he let out with a, "SHIT MAN, if that's what you get from pumping your packet then I want you to show me the ropes, yes SIR, I want my packet to be pumped up and swollen just like that, YES, YES......YES SIR."

YEAH, two leather studs, cramped in that tight space, with their two fucking tattooed cocks and their heavy heaving balls jutting forcefully out, very nicely matched.

"That will have to go mate, all of that hair we'll have to shave off before you start, so we will start you off with a nice big, fat naked dick and two great bald and hairless nuts".

His dick gave a sudden throb as I said this, as having his dick shaved turned out to be one of his big turn-ons. I again took hold of his dick and balls in my two hands and measured the size and weight of his equipment, YEAH, a very nice packet just ready for its first pumping session, a 2" cylinder for his cock and a 3" cylinder for his cock and balls will be just right for this guy to start with, seeing his mushroom-headed dick being pushed for the first time into a cylinder, YEAH, watching the fuck'n thing being stretched down deep into a tube, YEAH, it sure will be a great turn-on to see this freely dripping tool being pumped and engorged, this throbbing cock, throbbing more now as he slid his hands around my own packet, making me feel the urgency of my swollen dick, my nuts tightening up, swelling my packet to new proportions. "Cup your hands under my dick-head, I am going to piss and then you can wash your cock and balls with my piss before you put them away".

Eagerly now he began to saturate his packet with my piss as it gushed out of my dick-head, working my piss deep into his pubic hairs, matting the saturated hairs and then along the shaft of his cock and around and around his balls, dripping now with my hot steaming piss, his packet totally piss saturated.

"OK, that will do, cram that piss-packet of yours away and we'll go and see what we can find for you at the Bronx".

The shadows on my white sailor pants emphasized my packet even more now, the excitement of meeting up with this guy seemed to give me an even greater basket, throbbing, pulsating in the confines of it's pant leg, as we made our way to the Bronx, his freshly pissed packet bulging heavy in his leather jeans, and as we walked I began to teach him the fine art of street-groping.

The streets were thronging full of gays and straights alike, all out to enjoy this Indian-summer weather and as we walked and talked cruising our way thru the Rembrandt Plein on our way to the Bronx, heads turned, our churning bulging packets commanding attention, society had become sex-crazed and exhibitionists like us would not let the perverts down, YEAH MAN, it sure is a great feeling to cruise your stuff with a guy like this Wolfgang here.

Less than five minutes later and we were entering the Bronx, bouncing thru the entrance like a couple of kids and into the showroom stuffed full of hot goodies and toy-filled show cases. Henk, a member of the horny crew that works there came forward with his usual very warm welcome and rapidly looked us over, mentally stripping us both to the skin, his smouldering, penetrating eyes faltering on our hot bulging packets and you could quite easily see that written all over his face was the unasked question, "Where the hell did you find such a fucking humpy bugger"? It was not necessary to ask the whereabouts of the recent stock of cylinders and pumps as there they stood very well displayed like precious jewels in a glass showcase, to which Wolfgang made a bee-line.

His eyes seemed to pour all over the tubes, lustfully digesting them, imagining his dick and balls being pumped in them, his dick reacting to the sight of them, remembering all that I had been telling him and now it would be possible for him to have his own equipment.

I felt that Henk would have liked to give a personal fitting, certainly a nice good and friendly grope of Wolfgang's packet, but saved by the bell, the telephone rang and the moment passed. Four cylinders and a pump was what he bought, two for his packet and the other two for his tits and with these new toys secure in his grasp we now made our way to his apartment and as we cruised along he continually fired questions, skillfully building his anticipation, keeping up the edge of arousal, YEAH, two horny guys grooving along the canals, deep in conversation and what a subject, totally ignoring those that passed by, well almost.

As apartments go, Wolfgang had been extremely lucky to find the one that I now found myself sitting in, situated as it was on the Oudezijds-Voorburg-Wal, deep within the Red Light district and just a couple of minutes walk from all of the heavy leather bars on the Warmoesstraat, an anything goes area if ever there was one.

The ambience was exactly, if not more than what I would have expected from this fucking hunky guy, just like one big bloody back-room, the air thick and heavy with the smell of masculine sex and its wooden floor clearly and carelessly spunk-stained everywhere. One wall almost totally covered in mirrors and black leather furniture and gear throughout, plus the usual array of leather-sex videos carefully arranged and copies of Drunmer and similar magazines strewn all-over, yes man, it was quite evident that this guy lived for sex and TO HELL WITH THE REST.

Was it a coincidence that I had thought to put my copy of the video "HIGH TECH", in my bag? Luck be with me, I had and so there we sat drinking some well chilled beers watching those guys at work on their dicks. Almost mesmerized, Wolfgang's eyes practically popping out of their sockets as he took the scene in. I watched him with excited anticipation as I had had the same kind of experience when I had begun to pump up my packet. It was a great feeling to let the lustfull tension grow and slowly come to the moment of truth.
Our cylinders now standing erect on the table before us, mine still showing signs of earlier use by traces of the grease contrasted vividly with the crystal clarity of Wolfgangs virgin tubes.

Their transparent fatness waiting to consume our dicks and the two idle pumps lay waiting for the forthcoming action which was of course inevitable, the temperature of the room was perfect, everything just as it should be.

"HIGH TECH", was still running thru its paces, as I said, "OK, time to strip mate and get into this scene".

So now there we stood, our discarded gear lay scattered, natural like, as though belonging to this lust-filled room. Two naked men, keen and urgent, my dick and balls still hanging heavy and solid from my morning session, aroused and turgid just waiting for the tubes. Wolfgang's jerking cock thrusting out from a matt of piss saturated pubic hair, now dry of course, his balls tight in their sac, ready now to be shaved naked to a pristine state.

"A dry shave is what I think is best, that way there is no chance of cuts, but first I will clip that hair close to the skin, but try to control the throbbing of your dick".

He stood there with his jerking cock as I clipped away steadily revealing a second dragons head, his cock now appearing to issue forth from the mouth of the dragon with its flames fiery and all along and around his entire packet. As I shaved around the ball-sac and along and around the dick-shaft the colours began to glow, indeed, naked as it was now, a real threatening piece of equipment. I stood back to admire my handy work and took in this guy now showing off his entire lust-crazed body, tattooed with two enormous dragons that entwined around and about him. A sharp contrast to my collection of rough and ready tattoos.

"Yes man, we definitely are well suited", I commented as we surveyed each other, and as our reflections dared us to. I weighed his naked shaved packet between my hands, feeling it up, giving him a good grope, rolling those nuts and gently pulling on that very impressive tattooed cock, gearing him up for the moment he had been waiting for.

"OK, Wolfgang, it's time to grease up and get to the pumping scene. Scoop out a good load and grease your dick up thoroughly, YEAH, just watch and follow me and you can't go wrong".

With that I took a great dollop of grease and started to work the stuff along the shaft of my cock, well and truly around the root and deep into my low hanging ball sac.

So there we stood, greasing our packets, stark naked facing ourselves in the mirrors, perving on ourselves and each other at one and the same time, "HIGH TECH", was now on it second run-thru and the atmosphere began to grow very tense and full of expectancy. Two naked lust-crazed animals with grease-gleaming cocks and balls, his dick now not so erect, however still very, very turgid and, mine clearly showing that it had been pumped earlier, fat and hanging and we took up our tubes, his a 2" and mine, this time I would go directly into my 2.5" cylinder. Slowly we slid our dicks deep into the tubes, encasing them now in these clear plastic things, they appeared almost as though they were trophies.

"Take a good firm grasp, now close the valve and attach the pump, then slowly pull, and go gently as you will feel an experience that you have never experienced before in your whole life".

CLICK, CLICK, resounded about the room, the acoustics of the place adding to the buzz that I always experienced when I attached my pump to its cylinder, but this time it was more than doubled working on my dick with this hot'n'horny guy that I had picked up in APRILS and as we pulled the two dick-heads surged forward, a sensation of being squeezed and stretched at the same time, another pull and yet another, suction, tension, stretching and squeezing all at the same time. Our dicks were now fully extended, mine now to its new maximum of 8" and his, what I thought of as a virgin dick, was as it appeared a quite explosive 7", the heads now mushrooming, swelling, wanting to push forward and being dragged deeper into the tubes, fattening and opening the piss-slits wide, then wider like two drooling, gaping tight-lipped mouths out of which thick clear drops of pre-cum started to drip.

Wolfgang was now quite beside himself, beginning to parade the room, his entrapped dick jutting far out and over his tightening balls, tightening firmer to the flaring opening of the cylinder, two hard and firm nuts trapped, held fixedly in the grease-gleaming tightened ballsac, naked and shining as though his balls had been polished.
"We'll do 15 minutes at first, just gently pump the thing when you think that you can go a little farther, but take care and go easy on yourself", and of course with this remark, he did. Another pull and his cock tightened and straightened out, thrusting a millimeter or two further. His dick began to thicken at its root and then stood jutting out pressed firm against the top surface of the tube, a clear space running underneath almost the full length of its shaft right to the nob-head, which seemed to enhance the strong image of his dick, and definitely emphasized the swelling nob.

"YEAH, that's the way to go mate, slowly step by step, we don't want any problems, do we?".

"Just keep taking it easy mate, there is stacks of time and it will grow I assure you, I started in the same way as your cock is now".
His eyes were darting from pumped dick to pumped dick and of course constantly keeping an eye on the video and every so often he let out an, "OH, FUCK'N SHIT, just look at the fucking things".
He was just like a kid in a candy store. It appeared now that his room was full of a multitude of pumping men, what with our two jerking and parading bodies together with the guys on the video reflected and doubled in the mirrors and the groanings of deep lustful sexual pleasure filling every corner of the room as we steadilly pumped, YEAH, a real fucking perverts paradise.
"Here take a hold of these, just get a good feel of these greasy stretched nuts of mine".

My tool was filling all around the tube now, pumped to its maximum, the nob fat and with a roaring feeling of being pumped and stretched while the juices oozed freely out of its piss-slit of a mouth. My balls swinging looser, not so tight as they used to be, YEAH, good, big and hard, and he didn't hesitate to take a firm but gentle hold of them.

"YEAH, that's right roll them around, roll them around good", and I drew on my pump very gently as he rolled my nuts.

"Shit man, what a fantastic feeling, and what a fantastic sight, watching you roll my balls like that and you with your dick in a tube being pumped for the very first time, YEAH, just bloody fantastic".

The sight that I surveyed in the mirrors was so incredibly intense, two fucking stud animals, their tattooed lust-ridden naked bodies writhing face to face, totally enjoying their masculinity with their dicks being pumped and stretched out and away from their bodies, trapped and encased in clear plastic tubes, each fully understanding the pleasure of the other and as I watched Wolfgang continued rolling my balls, he was almost becoming mesmerized by the sight of them, yeah two big fucking nuts and my huge pumped-up dick, sticking straight out. He was following me and my every move now, not missing a single trick, learning the pumping process that I had had to develop by myself at first, using the magazines that came out of America, scanning the pages carefully, learning what more experienced guys were up to and how surprising it was when I learnt that there seemed to be an international movement, the fantasies that I was able to build knowing that guys allover the place were pumping their packets as well, imagining the massive packets, humongous balls and really swollen dicks, cut and uncut, shaved naked with their dripping nobs not to mention the exhibitionistic attitudes of the guys that were into this scene and writing about it so freely. YEAH, quite a bloody turn-on, from first thing in the morning till last thing at night.

"That's time mate, that's the end of the first session, time to get our dicks out and swinging free of their tubes and now you'll begin to know just what this pumping is all about, take it very easy and slide your dick out real slow and then you will get a new feeling in your packet, a gut-churning, flopping, swollen cock, greasy and firm".
HISSSS! HISSSS! The two cylinders hissed as the pressure was relaxed with that hissing sound that I love so bloody much when the air-lock is released, and now this time feeling and seeing my cock slowly slide back a little as the pressure dropped and then easing the fuck'n pumped up dick out of its tube, with that flopping of its now extra weight of pumped and grease-gleaming swollen meat, now totally out, hanging pendulous, now thicker and more heavier than it was before, sort of supported by those huge fucking nuts of mine wanting and craving more, YEAH, much bloody more, YEAH, this time with the added sheer fucking pleasure of watching Wolfgang, watching him ease his cock out of its tube for the very first time, watching the ecstatic pleasure on his face as he began to feel his brand new expanded dick, certainly thicker now, darker from the rush of blood, jutting out erect yet hanging above his tightened nuts and his body now writhing, twisting and turning, viewing his dick from every possible angle, perving on himself like a crazed animal, seeming almost out of control.

Slowly we both began to masturbate our cocks, applying more grease, jacking on the fucking things, learning the ultra sensitivity of our dick-heads, wanting to shoot and yet not wanting to shoot our loads, to keep it going and now feeling the new thickness of the roots, confronting each other with our weapons thrusting out and our nuts merging, now beginning to appear like just one big bloody bulging ball, grasping at it as we worked our dicks applying yet even more grease and with this wanking, jacking manipulation increasing our deep-rooted lust ridden bodies to new dimensions, now frenzied the jacking of our cocks increasing to the point of almost shooting.

"Time again mate, grease it up good, the more grease the better".
Our dicks now more sensitive with the grease feeling like slime, we eased and slowly slid them into the cylinders, the second session was about to begin.

Once again our dicks were encased as we applied the valves of the pumps, the resounding clicking, CLICK, CLICK, almost in unison, the two cocks being drawn deep into the tubes but this time faster, mine completely filling all around with a straining, tightening, pulling sensation being dragged now hard into my cylinder as I sucked out the air, gently and carefully pulling on my pump, pulling to its limits, my cock heating up with its slime oozing swollen nob, YEAH, a nice fat dick-head with its gaping, opened piss-slit of a mouth, drooling its oozing man-juices, YEAH, a nice fat dick-head fattening up, just a big bulging nob rounding off the shaft of my cock making it one hell of a fat stump of a thing that needed to be rammed down deep into a man's throat, needing to be licked and sucked and sucked and sucked, swallowed deep to its roots, right to the hilt, right down to those fucking heavy bulging balls, wanting, needing and craving to be heavily jacked-off, wildly shooting its load of spunk, being milked and drained dry of its thick white slimy juices, over and over again. Wolfgang's lustful groanings brought me back to my senses, his dick was certainly making headway as he pulled steadily on his pump.

"Shit man, just look at it, at the way its going, fattening and stretching in there, the fucking tightness of it, its going to make me hornier than ever and look at my fucking balls tight-up under the tube like that, this is really something that I certainly didn't expect when I woke up this morning, yes sir, you're bloody right, I've never felt my dick like this before, it's beginning to fill all around and the pit of my stomach is churning with even more fucking lust now than ever before, shit and fucking hell, yeah just look at the thing".

I was, perving my head off on his pumping, with his cock trapped, encased in its cylinder, its slimy juices oozing out more freely now, with his nuts like two shining polished, tightened orbs hard-up under the shaft of his dick. YEAH, perving on this guy, writhing, wrapped up in the sheer ecstasy of this new experience and as he turned this way and that, perving on his lust crazed body with its outstretched cock, the tattooed dragons seem to vibrate and entwine even closer with every ripple of his muscles, it was as though he was seeing himself for the very first time and as I watched this spectacle my hungry lust was growing and churning deeper in my groin, deep inside the base of my dick and hard up inside my heaving, churning, tightening, turgid balls, feeling the sensual passion of a raging fire burning somewhere deep down inside another part of me, now feeling almost as though my brain would explode with all of this extra lustful pressure, my sexual hunger increasing to new heights, seemingly without limits and with one last pull of this session I slowly increased the vacuum, drawing my dick-head now even tighter in its confines, the shaft now totally fat and swollen inside the tube with its bulging mushrooming head.

Then I said, "That's it mate, there you are, you have already pumped your dick now for your second session, time to release the pressure, ease your fucking tool out and we will take a short break".
The hissing of the two valves as we released the suction in our tubes seemed to reverberate all about us, easing our cocks out carefully and very slowly, centimeter by centimeter, two fat swollen dicks sliding out of their confinement and then that very moment that I loved so bloody much, a kind of flopping out, escaping from the tightness of the cylinders, fat and shining greasy dicks, forcefully jutting, pumped-up pieces of man-meat, YEAH, thrusting out three quarters erect, with their dripping mushroomed heads, pendulous with extra weight, such packets just cannot be ignored and what an experience it is to have a heavy swollen dick all day long banging away down inside your jeans or whatever.

"Just take a look at that". Directing Wolfgangs' attention to our images reflected in the mirrors.

"That's a nice pair of pumped-up cocks mate, yes for sure, we're going to have some very nice and horny sessions, if this one is anything to go by", I said as I surveyed the scene.

We were both slowly jacking on our dicks now working even more grease into and around them and then handling each others as well, feeling and fondling each other up in this way was really something, manipulating the tools backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards and along the shafts and over and around the nob-heads, realising the weight and density of another mans freshly pumped-up dick, WOW and giving it a sort of slow wank while he did mine, man this was HOT, feeling the throbbing swelling in his cock perving hard at it, learning how heavy each of our dicks had become and such nice fat tattooed dicks, so very well suited to each other, a really nice and humpy pair indeed, YEAH, Wolfgang was certainly an eager fucker and it was all I could do to stop him from sucking on my dick.

"Time for that later mate, I certainly don't want to shoot just yet, so now we will grease our nuts up and start getting you into pumping them as well and also I am going to start to work on those fuck'n tits of yours, can't ignore those fuck'n beauties any longer, what do you reckon?"

It was not a question that I wanted an answer to, more an indication to him that I had not overlooked them, as I reckon that they will pump up like crazy, probably just like his dick was.

"OK, mate, get your dick in first and then ease your balls in one at a time, just follow me".

So now we were sliding our dicks once more into our cylinders but this time pushing in the balls as well, two fuck'n totally encased packets just roaring to go.

"Give a few little taps to the tube underneath and feel and watch your dick jump and you'll get a feeling that will blow your mind".

CLICK and CLICK and we had secured our pumps and began to pull and suck the air out, the balls now being dragged slowly, were sucked deep into the tubes, millimeter by millimeter steadily pushing at our dickheads as we drew on the pumps.

"This will make your nuts swing mate, you'll soon discover that the ball-sac stretches like crazy and your nuts will seem to get harder and if you pump everyday, they will stay that way, but stick to 15 minutes for the beginning, and you won't have any problems".

"And now we're going to start to work on those fuck'n lovely, worked-on tits of yours, just smear a little grease around them and you hold onto the cylinder and I'll do the pumping and we can watch the fuckers grow".

The left tit was already pushing hard into its tube and was already three and a half centimeters as I began to pump the other.
~ "Shit, that really is something now, your dick and balls and tits all being stretched at the same time, and the fuck'n response of your tits is bloody fantastic."

They were both now about four centimeters long and for the first time in the pump truly amazing, but then I wasn't really all that surprised because when I had first seen them I could quite easily see that those tits of his got a great deal of attention and without the pumping that they were very outstanding and now here they were being sucked hard into their cylinders.

My balls were beginning to churn now, heating up just that little bit more as I pulled gently on the pump, the dick-head swelling at the end of the fattening shaft. YEAH, I loved my packet being pumped and stretched like this and now I had the added pleasure of watching this German stud at work as well, two stuffed tubes filling with tattooed man-meat and their bulging balls, what sheer fucking pleasure this is, there is just no other experience quite like it.

Wolfgang was groaning with ecstasy as he was parading and perving on himself in front of the mirrors, his expanded tits thrusting out from his chest in their cylinders and his dick and balls encased and trapped, being stretched all together , yes, he was almost completely abandoned and even more so when I vibrated his tit tubes, just seeing those fucking things being stretched like that made my mouth water and had me drooling as I knew that when we removed the cylinders from his tits that they would stand out like like a pair of very playable objects indeed, in fact they will look like two small erect dicks and I also knew that now he had discovered that he could pump his tits up that it would quite naturally become a normal part of his pumping regim and ritual.

"OK mate, isn't this just bloody fantastic, we'll just pull on our pumps one last time in this round, just to give them an edge and we'll stretch our packets just that bit nearer to their limits, balls'n'all before we release them, just you watch the fuckers go", and go they did, big, bulging, fat balls pumped heavy under the oozing dick-heads, straining and swelling as we both pulled at our pumps in unison watching each other and ourselves, one and at the same time.

"Ease it carefully now, let the air out and be gentle with yourself", I said to him as I was releasing my airvalve.

Once again the hissing echoed thru-out the place.

"YEAH, oh shit man, just look at those fuck'n balls", he exclaimed to me, "They just look like one great massive ball, huge, hot and very, very horny and with my big fucking dick standing out over them, fucking shit what a sight".

Yes, his enthusiasm was now totally cued up and like me I can without difficulty see that he will be pumping every day and very soon will be a pumping fanatic, it certainly is a great experience to share. My packet was now so swollen and pendulous and its sensitivity had increased to a point that I knew it would take little work to jack me off and make me shoot, but not just yet.

It was time now to replay HIGH TECH and we could watch those guys at work while we started to grope each others packets and I released his tits from their confines, such sensitive tits thrusting out of his chest like that, fumbling them around as we were feeling-up the weight of each others greasy balls and the fatness of the dicks, running our hands backwards and forwards along each others cock shafts, along the fucking swollen shafts to their big fat engorged dripping nob-heads.

"YEAH, those packets will look something else when we stuff them down into our pant legs with those massive balls they'll really be outstanding, we'll just look like a couple of over-stuffed randy pigs cruising around and about the town".

Our two dicks were throbbing hard now, the pulsing energy increasing as we worked on each other.

"Keep it ready, but control yourself and don't shoot just yet as we'll go another round with pumping only our cocks and that will be enough for your first experience".

With that Wolfga!lg enthusiastically began to reach out for his cylinder.

"Just a moment, give it a good fresh greasing-up and remember that that is important".

Once again we stood freshly greasing our tools, getting them ready for the final pump of the session looking like two demented animals jacking on their dicks, well, that's the way it looked to me in the mirror, YEAH, two studs at work on their tools, working in the grease, getting prepared for their final bout of the afternoon and what an afternoon.

We stood face to face as we eased our engorged cocks into their cylinders, but this time much, much slower, the sensitivity was at a peak and very, very hot and as we slid our cocks in I knew that the tubes would fill all around on the very first pull of the pump and that is exactly what happened.

"We'll pump each other up this time Wolfgang, attach your pump to the cylinder and hand it to me and I'll do the same".

CLICK and CLICK, and so now there we stood armed with each others pumps, like two very bizarre gladiators, however not competitors, no. Pumping comrades that were slowly and deliberately taking the first pull on the handles and as we watched our fucking horny dicks slowly seeming to slide deep down into their tubes, they steadily filled all around and they crept deeper and deeper as we pulled in unison, pulling at the tubes with great ease and care, matching each others perversions, enjoying the scene as the dick-heads began once again to bulge against the innersides of the tubes with their piss-slit-mouths opening wider and letting the oozing juices come dripping out which added to our pleasures.
"Shit man, this is really something else, pumping up your dick like this while you are pumping and stretching mine".

Wolfgang exclaimed to me with some sort of amazement sounding in his voice, "Just look at the fuckers go, what the shit, I am going to get even more horny than I have ever been, with my dick pumped like this and I thought that I was a fanatic, reckon this'll make me more sex-crazed than ever", and as he was saying this it was quite easy for me to imagine him in the future practically living with his dick in its cylinder all day long and literally only taking it out so that he could jack-off and shoot his load. Where does fantasy stop and reality begin?

The two encased and swollen dicks were thrusting out from our bodies, almost as if they were threateningly agressive weapons, rampant, heavy man-meat tools, thrusting and aiming at each other, like there might be some kind of combat and the juices were almost pouring out of the piss-slits now, the tension of sexual lust growing heavier as the moments slipped by and we eased on the valves a little only to increase the suction yet again but this time just that much more stronger, pacing each other and controlling the dicks in this way is a truly fantastic experience, having such trust in another guy that is pumping up your dick, YEAH, this is an intimacy that has such incredible masculine undertones that it is totally without comparison and again we eased the pressure but just for a few seconds before pulling on the pumps and feeling the sensitivity increasing and watching our dick-heads thrust forward, such a wild visual scene that we were able to perve on each other and our reflections at one and the same time, YEAH, two really wild fucking animals turning each other on, over and over again and almost over the top. The time was fast coming to its end and this bloody fantastic session would be over, but what an incredible beginning of the pumping future that I had surely established here this afternoon, here in this bloody horny lust-ridden ambience, YEAH, Wolfgang and I were very well suited, a good masculine match if ever there was one.

"OK mate, that's it, time for us to learn and see our new dicks and time for you to work up a sweat and do some work on mine, so just ease your fuck'n thing out carefully now".

We turned the valves and released ourselves out of the tubes. Once again the two fat and swollen cocks hung pendulous and dripping, but only for a few seconds before we started to jack on them, feeling them from end to end and realising their extra fatness while weighing the now tightening, burning balls. You could smell the urgent, turgid lust that was filling the room with the wild animal tensions that were almost uncontrollable. Wolfgangs eyes bulged as he watched me work a heavy stainless steel ring onto my massive dick, right to its roots, now heavier and even more fat as it became stiff and erect, my burning tool was now becoming more and more explosive as the ring tightened around the base of the shaft and then suddenly without hesitation or warning, Wolfgang plunged, his hungry, slobbering mouth opening wide to its maximum and then he was greedily sucking hard and deep on my fuck'n dick, swallowing the whole fuck'n thing deep and deeper down into his throat and I could feel my throbbing dick-head jamming way down in there somewhere. I made a lunge for his hardened, swollen, outstanding tits and grasping them good started to screw on them hard and tight, twisting them this way and that, and as I screwed them even harder he was ramming his head faster and faster, sucking, slurping and swallowing, getting as much of my throbbing meat as he possibly could, and I too was ramming the fuck'n thing to somewhere almost beyond reason and I was able to take in our reflections, two heaving stud animals, their lust-crazed bodies twisting and writhing. Ramming and being sucked like this I was also able to perve on him jacking on his own dick, beating it off with one hand while beating his nuts with the other as he continued to suck and groan, alltogether. Faster now the pace sped up, the noise was something else, his greed increasing, and FUCKING, FUCKING, FUCKING, YEAH, SHIT, I was fucking his head now with absolute abandon, ramming and ramming it in and in, harder and deeper, deeper into that chasm of a throat, deep down into his whole lust-ridden being, my balls churning red-bloody-hot, my boiling load getting ready to explode out, getting ready to gush and shoot out and out and out. YEAH, we were really well and truly at it, he was beating his cock and balls harder and faster now, a stronger, urgent energy travelling up thru his trembling, thrashing body, YEAH, up thru his body and straight into my dick, a roaring growing deep within my head, growing and expanding in all directions at one and the same time, a roaring storm of lust, rushing and gushing thru me, thru and out of me, the welling up of a scream tearing thru me as my balls churned even harder.

"WORK IT, SWEAT IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT".

Now shooting hard and fast and his body was also in total spasm, our loads were flying simultaneously out and out and out of our huge fuck'n pumped-up dicks, YEAH, he was draining our two dicks dry, with his fucking, sucking mouth and beating, jacking hands, draining us totally. Relentlessly he continued to work and sweat until we were both completely spent and now we became just a heap of collapsed sweating masculinity, just two men collapsed, knotted together but now totally drained of their juices, two men holding firmly onto each others packets, fumbling each others nuts and grasping each others swollen dicks allready thinking of the next time when they would pump and fuck like this, YEAH, these two guys sure have a lot in common.

"SHIT MAN, that was really great. Fucking hell, I didn't expect that would happen today when I woke up this morning, so that is where pumping takes you, YEAH, you've sure got a pumping-buddy in me, I'll get you a beer, OK?"

Wolfgang was up on his feet, his spent packet banging away just that much more heavier than it was before, and with a very nice swing to it as he went and got the beers.

"You'll have to forget that cock-ring that you've got on your jacket, but I wouldn't let that worry you too much as you'll soon be able to wear it just around your dick, just like I had to do", I was saying this as we were stuffing our packets into our pants, my dick was snaking down inside the left leg of my sailor pants and seemed to be supported by my swollen nuts which made a very nice and humpy bulge, bulging more now than it had before, Wolfgang decided to switch his packet from right to left and in his well and truly worn Levis, his crotch could have been constructed by Tom of Finland.

"OK, I'll just give Gerrit a call and see if he is free tonight and then we'll go and see if we can find you a copy of HIGH TECH".
As I spoke Wolfgang was hard at it groping up his new found bulge, his horny packet much in evidence in those extremely tight, faded and torn jeans that he had chosen to wear, sitting with his legs wide apart, perving and inviting, while I phoned thru to Gerrit. What a fucking prospect this fucker is, I thought to myself.

"Hi there, what kind of a day have you had...YEAH...that's fantastic...you should see what I'm looking at right now...YEAH...if you are free tonight I've found this fucking terrific guy, a real fucking humpy stud if ever there was one what his name is Wolfgang ...YEAH...right...sort of passive in a very butch way and a novice and very very enthusiastic, I introduced him to pumping just this afternoon and we've had quite a nice hot'n'horny, sizzling little session you bet'cha...YEAH...we're going to see if we can pick up a copy of HIGH TECH for him, have a bite to eat and we'll meet you at the WEB OK, at about nine then, see you later mate...YEAH sure...of course we'll be bringing our pumps with us, what do you think, it can never get too big for me mate...OH, to hell with them.............and TO HELL WITH THE REST."

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