Where it happened: In the garage
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I used to ride my bike a lot when I was a boy. Of course, that meant oiling, cleaning (sometimes!) and mending punctures. I was fixing a puncture one afternoon when it happened: I had the bike standing upside-down, with the back tyre half off and the inner tube sticking out, and I’d just sandpapered the part of the tube where the puncture was and put a layer of rubber solution on it, and was waiting until I put the patch on. I looked at the tube standing out from the wheel, and thought, ‘That’s about the same size as my prick.’ At thirteen I thought about my prick quite a lot, and quite often used to play with it, but I’d never managed to come. I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, although my friends who had said it was great.
There was an old inner tube on the floor in the corner of the garage, and it only took a moment to cut a length of it off. When I looked at the open end, I thought it might be a bit big for my prick, which was stiffening at the idea of finding out. There was no-one about, so although the garage door was open, I unbuttoned my fly and took my prick out. I tried to slip the tube over the head of my prick, but it was a closer fit than I’d thought, and it stuck a bit. I spat on my hand a couple of times, and wiped it on my prick (which was now quite stiff), and then tried again. With the spit on, I was able to pull the tube on, although it didn’t slide very easily.
I heard footsteps coming into the garden, so hastily did up my fly, tucking my prick and the inner tube inside, and when my mum came to the door to tell me tea was ready I was just putting the tyre and tube back on the wheel, ready to pump it up.
I went in to tea like that, and of course my prick stayed hard right through tea, with the feeling of the rubber on it. As soon as I’d finished I asked if I could go and pump up my wheel and see if the repair was all right, and Mum said I could, and not to forget to tidy up the garage before I left it.
I did that, and was able to undo my fly and spit into the rubber tube a couple more times before pulling it back on. It slid much better after that, and I had a few quick rubs before hastily buttoning myself up again. I thought it felt very good, and looked forward to learning more after bedtime. For the present I pumped up the back wheel and rode my bike round the block, to show I’d really fixed a puncture — and sitting in the saddle my stiff prick didn’t show (although I had to be very careful not to hurt my balls!).
I thought bedtime would never come, but eventually it did, and I was able to go through the usual routine — wash, clean my teeth, and say ‘Goodnight’, and then I was in bed, ready to experiment with the piece of inner-tube on my prick, which of course was pretty limp by then.
Not for long. I used to get erections easily enough, and the prospect of a new way of stroking my cock had it hard very quickly. There was still a little saliva left in the tube, but not much, and when I’d tried a few gentle strokes I pulled it off and spat into it again. That helped, and it was good to take my cock in my hand and stsrt to pump it to and fro. It was a good feeling — different from when I had just rubbed it before, and after a few minutes of gentle (and quiet) stroking it seemed to get better still, my prick sliding very smoothly and easily in the firmly-gripped tube, although my prick felt thicker than I was used to.
I felt quite excited now, in a way I never had before, and thought I must be going to come. (I realise now that I’d produced some pre-cum, and that was why the movement felt better than ever.) I went faster and harder, and very soon could not restrain myself (not that I wanted to) and felt myself pumping cum into the tightly-held rubber tube. I thought I was in Heaven, and didn’t know it had to stop. Thirteen times the jets of cum shot out, and each time I drove my clutching hand harder onto my prick.
And then I couldn’t do it any longer! I tried, but sliding the tube on my stiff prick was almost torture. I wanted more, but couldn’t stand it. A few times I tried to slide my prick into my fist, but it was no use — the sensation was more than I could take, so I just lay there, and felt myself slowly relaxing; my prick returning to its soft state.
There was more liquid in the inner-tube than the spittle I’d put there, and I didn’t want it to make a mess in the bed, so I slowly took hold of both ends of the tube, held them up, so as not to spill anything, and slid out of it. I tucked one end into the other (Luckily I’d used a piece about two feet long) and reached under the bed to find a hiding-place for the evidence. Then I fell asleep!
It was dark when I woke up. I felt wonderful! The house was silent, and at the thought of last night’s pleasures my erection came back. I knew how to make the best of it, and I did, but this time I felt the cold cum run onto my prick and it got harder than ever. That time I made it last a little longer, and twice stopped for a little when I felt about to come, before shooting a second load into the old piece of rubber tube for which I now had such a happy use.
That was my first time (well, first twice), and the start of a lifetime’s enjoyment. It’s many years since I was able to use a length of inner tube — my prick’s much thicker than it used to be, and bike tubes aren’t big enough now. You can develop almost anything with exercise!
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