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Pumping and Cranking It by Coby Won
I always enjoyed pleasuring myself by pretending to pedal pump. It began when I was about sixteen years old, I guess. I had a real hang up on wanting to see a hot woman pump the gas pedal of her car in a vain attempt to get it started. Not having much opportunity to see this, I turned to me to fulfill my desires. In high school I worked for a fast food restaurant evenings after school. I normally had to wear a pretty tacky plaid shirt, polyester slacks, and ugly brown deck shoes. What tripped my trigger then was coming home from work, locking the door to my room, stripping off my pants and underwear so that I was left wearing nothing but the plaid shirt and brown shoes (no socks). I would use something or other for a gas pedal then I'd sit down and "air pump", making the starter sounds with my mouth while I killed my fake pedal with my twitching right leg (for a guy, my legs are pretty good...if I shaved them, I think I could make some women jealous). Naturally, after a few minutes of this, I would be unable to ignore the seven hard inches between my legs and would jerk off. Later, air pumping would be more pleasurable as I would prolong the orgasm as I cranked and pumped.
Soon I got up the nerve to actually do this in public in a car. I had an old Escort that ran fine, but could be flooded with some work. Not far from where I lived there was a pretty deserted road with a street light here and there. Once or twice a week I would drive to the top of that road, wearing a t-shirt, some shorts with no underwear on beneath, and black jazz oxford shoes that accentuated my pale colored legs, then pull off the shorts, move the seat back far so my legs were fully exposed (as well as my hard cock), and drive down the road. Halfway down the road there was a hill. The Escort was a stick, so right before I would head down the hill, I'd put it in neutral, cut off the motor, and begin pumping the accelerator. It was so erotic passing under each street light, getting glimpses of my fine right leg punishing that poor old pedal. Finally at the end of the street (which was well lit, I might add), the engine dead and the car stopped, I would try to start the car. Most of the time, to my chagrin, it would fire right up, but a couple of times I managed to flood it and have to pump it pretty hard to get it started.
Years passed and the Escort went away, and I sort of forgot about the public aspect of my obsession, until just recently when I bought a house. Although it does not have a garage, it does have a carport enclosed on three sides. The other night, I decided to see if I still had it. Wearing an old white t-shirt and a pair of shorts, along with a pair of old brown shoes, I got into my parked car. Nobody can see into the carport, so I immediately stripped off the shorts exposing my now-huge erection. I didn't crank the engine, but merely pumped the accelerator. I even carried a mirror with me so I could see from another perspective my throbbing right leg and wiggling cock. I went in a few minutes later and jerked off to an amazing orgasm.
A couple days passed, then I decided I'd be a little bolder. I have a CD of sound effects that includes the sound of a car trying to start (it's very good--the engine on the CD is flooded and you can hear the gas pedal slapping the floor mat). As my car has a CD player, I took it out with me, with the mirror again, and got to work. This time, I wore my favorite "pumping sweatshirt"--it has a tight waistband that does an excellent job of restraining my dick while leaving my pretty generous ballsack exposed. Still a little nervous about getting completely naked from the waist down, though, I was wearing a very short pair of old gym shorts from high school. Again, I was wearing the old brown shoes.
I put the CD in the player and cued it up to the right spot, then began pumping the gas as I listened to the recording of the starter grinding away. To that point, it was the most intense sensation I've had behind the wheel, as I had the mirror set up to my right so I could see my right leg bobbing away. I came right there in the car, although I left the shorts on...the shorts are now history, alas.
Today, though, I went to the extreme, the point which I can not surpass my accomplishment. I got a paper bag and placed in it the CD with the cranking car, the mirror, and a pair of 4-inch high heel Candies slides (God, they make my legs look unreal). Again wearing my pumping shirt and a pair of regular old shorts (with no underwear), I headed out to my car parked in the carport (in broad daylight, I might add).
Once behind the wheel, I instantly slipped off the shorts, revealing my stiff prick and red balls. Then I slid on the Candies and moved the seat back so I could fully extend my legs and see those lovely slide-clad feet in front of me. I pulled the waistband of the shirt down over my cock so all I could see between my legs was my swollen scrotum. With the CD ready, I hit play with the mirror angled perfectly to my right and slightly behind me so I could not only see all of my right leg but my foot as well. The sensation of pleasure was awesome as I pumped the gas to the sounds of the CD for nearly five minutes. Near the end I had no choice but to unleash my cock from the waistband and begin stroking it as I continued to pump the accelerator, finally coming all over my left leg. It was so liberating doing this in my own carport, during the day when anybody could see me (but didn't). I really feel I cannot top this...
Unless of course I really broke down someday...