“I’m only going to do this once. So you’d better enjoy it while you can.” I say as I cautiously eye the air pump in my partners, John, hands. He jumps up estatically from the couch and begins to unravel the thick hose from it’s coil.
“You can’t imagine how happy you’re making me by trying this,” John explains, “I promise, it’s not as bad as you think it’s going to be. And you’ll finish harder than you ever thought possible.”
“I don’t see how that’s going to happen with a garden hose sized…hose shoved up inside me.” My face contorts at the thought of it’s imminent invasion. “What the hell is the purpose of that pump anyway? It looks…a little menacing.”
John looks down at the pump and then back at me. The look he gives me is clearly one of unknowing the true function. He shrugs “I think it’s an auto-pump for bikes?…or car tires?”. He continues to prep the pump and hose, at this point he’s applying a heavy amount of lube to the end of the tube and my heart begins to beat much harder and faster than before.
“That doesn’t help me feel better! I’m not a tire! What if it makes me…?” I trail off. “Pop?” John finishes. “Well yeah. I’m pretty fucking nervous about being blown up like a balloon and you seem all too excited to do it to me. Have you done any research on this? How much can a stomach hold, on average? What are the long term consequences of this?” John takes a few steps toward me and places a hand on my cheek.
“Do you trust me?” He asks me.
“Most of the time.” I respond.
John starts to turn me around, “You only need to do two things. Say the safeword if your belly starts to hurt. And let me enjoy you. I promise things will be fine.” I allow him to finish turning me around and place my hands on the table in front of me. They start shaking the second I put my weight on them as I slowly tilt my ass towards John. I try to steady my breathing as I feel him pull my pants down to my ankles. “We’re just going to go ahead and get rid of these. They won’t do you any good soon anyways.” I can almost hear the wink in Johns words. “Alright, here we go. Just think of it as me, yeah?”
I feel the nozzle prod my rear. It leaves some lube behind as John takes another slow run. I feel it enter me this time. The nozzle parts me and with small effort glides into my bowels. The hose feels so much thicker than it looked but it’s not too hard to take in. John leans away and turns me back towards him, “Was that so bad?”
“That wasn’t exactly the scary part John.” I say to him. John chuckles and reaches behind me and produces a second hose with a bulb attached to the end. “Uh, what is that?” I ask.
“It’s for the inflatable piece on the end of the hose so it doesn’t slip out of you.” He explains.
“Oh sure, wouldn’t want that to happen.” My voice drips with sarcasm as he pumps up the bulb inside me.
“I don’t think you’re as upset about this as you let on.” John points down at me and I realize my cock is at full mast. “Um…I-It’s just the stupid hose.”
John rolls his eyes at me and returns to the pump. He grabs the plug for it and looks back at me. I feel ridiculous looking back at him. I’m standing in the middle of the living room in a t-shirt and no pants, a raging hard-on, and a thick hose running up into me. “Could we just get this over with please?” I ask.
“If you’re ready?” John asks me. “Is there anything else I could do to make you comfortable?”
“Look, I know this is your fetish and everything. I just don’t think I’m going to like doing this. I’m all nervous. I’m worried about…everything about this process. I’m not in control at all.” I explain.
