1. Foreshadowing of things to cum

My name is Ronnie and I have read lots of literature about a topic near and dear to my heart: penile enhancement.  I have been cursed with a rather small penis that only my immediate family and a couple of disappointed girls in my past knew about.  I was 32 years old and technically still a virgin when I determined to change this state within a year!  First, I was going to enlarge my “manhood” and then I was going to stick it into a now blissfully tight and appreciative pussy.

My research had led me to some literature that touted the wonderful world of using a vacuum pump to make “permanent gains” in the heft of a man’s member.  Looking at pictures of before and after shoots of men who had used these pumps for a period of months led me to believe I too would soon be blessed.  I’m not gay, but it was rather exciting to see how large a cock could get!  Even when I was getting teased in the school gym’s shower, the guys were not nearly as large as the ones in the literature and on the websites for these vacuum pumps.

I found out that there were authentic pump manufacturers and those that put a cheap plastic tube and a plastic hand pump on the end that did not really work.  Usually the cheap ones were named for former porn stars while the more high-end pumps were special ordered and shipped to your house after phoning in the order.

I decided to go with one of the more expensive models that seemed to have the best word of mouth in the online community:  the XT-5 by the Vermont Pump Co.  I read on their web site that I had to give an extremely accurate measurement when placing the order and they showed the correct method of measuring from the base of the penis to the head above the shaft of your erection.  They also recommended using a garment tape measure or wrapping a string around the widest part of your cock and marking it with pencil so you could unroll it next to the ruler to be sure to get the optimal measurement of girth.  Based on your measurements, they would custom build a tube chamber guaranteed to maximize your growth potential.  They even said that once you’d outgrown the first tube, they would sell you a second for 25% less.

I had never really measured myself so precisely, but I had always estimated that I was around 4 inches long.  I decided the best way to place the order would be to use centimeters since that is the more scientific way of measuring.  I could feel my cock starting to rise just thinking about pumping it up and filling out a tube like the studs in the photos in their literature did.  After they pumped up, they whipped out gargantuan cocks that they couldn’t even get their hand to close around on.  After I got myself totally worked up, I got out my ruler and string and went to town.

I phoned the 1-888 number for the Vermont Pump Co. and a guy answered the phone.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“I would like to purchase the XT-5 and it’s tubing and pump attachments.”  I said.

So he asked for my particulars for address and credit card info.  Then his voice got kind of quite and he said “OK fella, you have to tell me what you’re packing so we can get the tube built to your specifications.”

I stammered a bit and said, “My length is 8 and ½ and my girth is 7.”

He gasped and said “We’ll have to build a larger tube for a guy like you.  Hell, you probably have the potential to expand to 10 ½ by 8 ¾ inches for your first tube!  That will be slightly more expensive, but you’ll be the envy of all the guys around, as if you weren’t already.”  Then he chuckled.

I cleared my throat and said “Oh excuse me, I’m not 8 and ½ by 7 INCHES, I’m 8 and ½ by 7 CENTIMETERS.  I thought it would be better to use the metric measurement since that is more precise.”

He cleared his throat nervously.  “Oh I see, well we can build them for guys your size too!  Lemme see – I would estimate a tube of about 6 inches by 5 ¼ inches would be the best you could fill up…. at first of course!  Let me ask my boss something real quick.” 

He then covered the mouthpiece and I thought I heard some muffled discussion and something that sounded like laughter.  When the sales guy got back on the phone he said, “I have verified that we can recalibrate our mold injector for these specifications.  This also causes the price to be more expensive, but we can throw in rush shipping which I’m sure you’d be most interested in.”

I agreed and paid the $325 dollars for the chamber, tubing, metal hand pump with pressure lock and a manual to describe the best method for maximizing my tool!  In 2 short days, I would have the key to unlocking my cock’s very large potential!

  2. Flying so low

I was so glad when the XT-5 arrived, I couldn’t wait to get it out of the box and assemble it right away.  The hand pump could be operated with just one hand and was made of shiny, brass metal.  The tubing that connected the pump to the chamber was 3 feet long and extremely tough and flexible.  It was designed to be kink resistant too!

The chamber itself was close to 6 and ½ by 5 and ¾ inches on the outside.  Just holding that in my hand was awe-inspiring.  I’m sure porn stars are bigger, but compared to the meat that I looked down upon every day of my life, if I could fill this mechanism up – I’d truly be a man.

I read the manual and found out that you need to put a lubricating type of ointment at the base of your cock to help the chamber form a seal with your skin.  They recommended cocoa butter or some manufactured gel.  The Vermont Pump Co. actually provided a couple of sealant samples with the XT-5, so it wasn’t long before I had dispensed a liberal dollop of the Vermont Pump Juice around the base of my penis and slipped the chamber of my still flaccid cock.

As I started working the hand pump, I could see when the air was evacuated from the chamber, my cock started to tug up.  Before long, it was ½ way up and the pressure started to build all along the length of my dick.  I could feel an erection coming on because this felt a little like a blowjob I had once paid for when I was traveling in Asia.  Unlike the Korean prostitute, the tube did not laugh as it gently tugged me to my full length.

The manual said to start with 15-minute sessions every day for the first 2 weeks.  Then to expand the session’s duration by 5 minutes a day each successive week.  Once 45 minutes were achieved, do this every other day.  After 3 months, noticeable gains should become apparent. 

I was determined to follow the program so for the next 8 weeks I got up extra early and pumped myself before going to my office job.  I wasn’t sure, but sometimes it felt like my dick was heftier after it slipped out of the vacuum tube.  I still hadn’t filled the tube up (not even close), but I imagined that it wouldn’t be much longer before I did.  I was more caught up with pumping up this little muscle than I ever had been with my biceps!  I had to be careful because the pump’s manual said that ejaculating inside the tube could prove to be detrimental to the growth process.

After 12 weeks, I measured myself again to see if “noticeable gains” had been achieved.  I waited until I had finished an hour-long session (I was determined to get my cock to at least touch the inner walls of the chamber and wasn’t afraid to overtax myself to do it).  I brought out a ruler and the string and noted the new measurements.  I was now at 8.75 centimeters long and a couple of millimeters larger in girth.  It wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye, but it was technically bigger.  I was a bit put off that I had not at least surpassed the 9 X 7.5 centimeter (or 3 ½” X 3”) mark that I was hoping to exceed by then.

I kept at it for 2 more months and after one session I finally got to 9cm X 7.5cm.  It did feel more substantial me, but I wasn’t sure that it would be impressive enough to attract a lot of girls yet.  Even more disheartening was the fact that about 2 or 3 hours later, my erection would revert to its 8.5cm X 7cm form.

3. Meat the Pumpers

I was contemplating trying to get my money back from the Vermont Pump Co., but I rather doubted they would even consider taking back my used equipment.  I wouldn’t take them to small claims court because then hundreds of people would learn of my predicament.  I was nearly resigned to putting the XT-5 in my closet.  I was even getting scared because it didn’t even seem like I could get an erection anymore without using the pump.  My Dad told me to avoid glasses since they weaken the eyes, and maybe now the XT-5 was making my little noodle even limper!

It was getting late in the year and I was scanning an “alternative” news magazine that we get in published here in Dallas.  In the back, there were a number of ads when I noticed one that sounded intriguing:

Dallas PC – Accepting New Members – we’ll make a big man out of you! Email viper2301@xxx.com for details.

Could Dallas PC mean Dallas Pump Club?  It sounded logical to me, so I decided to email viper2301 to see what was up with that.  Maybe they had secrets to actually get this damn pump to work!

I sent my email asking if Dallas PC was a pump club for men interested in expanding themselves.  Viper2301 answered back that it was and they were interested in having some more members to join up for some pump sessions 3 nights a week.  Viper2301 said that with college and NFL football starting up, watching a game while pumping and socializing was a great way to relax and enlarge one’s self.  He sent me his address and the time of the next meeting.  He told me it was best to bring the equipment in a gym bag and dress in sweats so that his neighbors wouldn’t get suspicious.

When Wednesday evening rolled around, I left my job and drove to Viper’s house.  He lived in a rather nice neighborhood and his house had a long driveway and a wide front yard with a curb you could park next to.  I decided to pull in the driveway since I was early.  I walked to the door carrying my bag and shaking just a bit – I knew that all the guys would be pumping so I was hoping 1 or 2 would be close to my size so I wouldn’t stick out too much!

When Viper answered his doorbell, a rather tall, solidly built young man with brown hair and brown eyes opened the door.  “I’m Viper, but you can call me James.  Are you Ronnie?”

“Yes. Please to meet you.” I said.

“Please come in, the living room is to the right.  I’m getting the snacks ready.  I’m expecting around 8-10 guys tonight.  Some are newbies like you so don’t be too nervous.”

I walked into James’ living room and found a rather large, arched ceiling room with two recliners, a couch, a love seat, 3 dining room chairs and a couple of ottomans arranged around a 52 inch projection TV.  ESPN was hyping a Big-10 game that was soon to start.

“Do you want a beer, Ronnie?” he asked.  “We have Coors Light and MGD.”

“I’ll take a Silver bullet. “ I said wishing he had a Bud Light instead. “Umm, should I get ready to start pumping yet?”

“Here’s your beer.  Nah – why don’t you wait till the other guys get here?  It’s kind of spooky walking into a room when the dudes have their pants down and filling up their tubes already! Ha Ha”

I laughed nervously thinking about how I had not yet even gotten close to filling up my chamber.  I looked down at his basket and noticed a sizeable bulge that ran down his inner thigh.  It looked big enough to fill up my pump’s chamber already!

Other guys started showing up.  They ranged from lower 20’s to upper 50’s in age.  There were a couple of blacks and an Asian and a Hispanic guy, and everyone else was white.  Most were pretty trim or very fit looking; I was probably the heaviest guy there.  2 other guys were newbies like me and by the time everyone arrived, we had 11 folks there!  They all came in carrying gym bags and almost everyone was wearing loose sweat pants.  One of they newbies came in wearing shorts.

Finally Viper shushed everyone and said, “Well, we have 3 new fellows here today.  Obviously they want to enlarge themselves just like we did.  Please welcome, Fernando, Alan and Ronnie.”  Everyone said hi and we shyly waved back.

“The game’s about to start and I have the snacks around the room.  It looks like we’re one chair shy, with a couple of guys sitting on the ottomans.  Someone’s going to have to sit on the floor.  Here at the Dallas Pump Club, we actually have one rule:  THE LARGER YOU ARE – THE BETTER YOU GET TREATED!  So with that, we’re going to have to take off our pants and the smallest man here will have to sit on the floor at this meeting.”

We 3 new guys let out a gasp, but we didn’t want to seem like cowards so we stood there in the middle of the room as the other guys started unzipping their bags and removing their pumps.  We also did the same and then the 8 prior members started taking down their sweat pants.

I had never seen cocks and balls as large at these monstrosities on display were.  A few of the guys had specially designed underwear that basically were jock straps with massive cups to hold the bulging mounds of meat.  When they freed themselves from their restraints, long, thick, veiny cocks dangled dangerously near they’re knees.  The other guys were not quite so large, but they all went at least ½ way down their thigh!  Unexpectedly I felt a stirring in my pants.

They all turned to look at us and my throat went dry and my manhood shriveled as I imagined what would happen next.  I only hoped that Alan or Fernando were more my size.  We hesitantly lowered our pants and stood up in front of the 8 guys.  They looked us over and I could tell they were measuring us with ocular rulers of experience.  Then an older gentleman called Butch spoke up.

“Well, it’s a pretty close race for second smallest here between Senor Fernando and Mr. Alan, but there’s no doubt that Ronnie is low man on the totem pole,” he said with a gleam in his eye.

The other 7 guffawed and Alan and Fernando looked at me and my flaccid nub with a new air of superiority.  “Looks like Ronnie’s going to have to sit on the floor.  Here’s a pillow for your ass little guy.  OK gents let’s start pumping!”  

I looked at some of the pumps in the room and they seemed to have howitzer sized bores to them.  One of the black guys, Tyrone laughed throatily and said, “Let me see that pea shooter you have there, son.”  He held out his strong, large hand and I meekly handed over my XT-5 to him.  He laughed even louder when he put it inside his chamber and said “Shee-eet!  I could put 6 of your tubes inside mine!”  My chin must’ve hit my chest when my eyes verified the truth of his statement.  To be fair, Tyrone had a “2-stage” model that was designed to pump both cock and balls, but the visual was overwhelming.  He handed it back to me shaking his head.

Everyone laughed again, but then the sealants/lubricants were deployed and every man put his pump over the shaft (or the shaft and balls) and started to work their pumps.  I watched as some of the more experienced guys would pump quickly for a few seconds, relax and seal the pressure and then start pumping rapidly again a couple minutes later.  Tyrone and the other black guy (Winston), both had the largest chambers in the meeting.  Tyrone’s cock and balls started to expand inside the tube and you could see how 70 then 80 percent of it would be filled and then it seemed to be getting closer to 90% full.  Winston’s chamber was a single stage (penis-only), but it must have been 11 inches long and 9 inches around.  Already the base of his cock was starting to touch the inner walls of the chamber.

Looking at the other guys, I was surprised to see that the Asian man, Chang, was having difficulty getting his cock inside his tube.  He cursed and said “I need to get an expansion cylinder like yesterday!”  He finally stuffed it in the 9” X 8” chamber, but the room for his expansion was only like ¾” at the end of the tube.

James had a tube of similar size, but he had a bit of wiggle room in it.  The other white guys and Fernando had the standard 8” X 7” models or the 10” X 9” two stage models.  Obviously Fernando and Alan were far from filling their tubes even at half time, but the other guys were at starting to “mush” against the cylinder walls and straining towards the end nearest to the suction tube.

I nearly cried as I looked down at the my little dickling straining to bypass the ½ way point in length and not even touching the walls of the cylinder.  By the time the 3rd quarter of the blow out of the game started, so of the guys were starting to slowly extract their engorged cocks from the confines of the cylinder.  They stroked themselves appreciatively and commented on how much bigger they were than last week.  Chang asked to see Steve’s 2 stage pump.  He clucked appreciatively and said “May I?”  Steve said “Be my guest!”

Chang tried to place his balls and shaft into the tube, but the constriction was too much.  He said “I’m not interested in bigger balls anyway!” as he slid his cock into the tube with one hand and shook his already nearly baseball sized testicles with the other.  He said “Ahhh – at last a cylinder made for me!” as he pumped and his already enlarged cock continued to expand to touch the inner wall of the larger cylinder.

This caused the group to try switching pumps.  James laughed as he lathered up his shaft with lubricant and jammed it into a tighter, cylinder.  It got down to cover ¾ of his cock.  He said “It can’t make me wider, but maybe I’ll stretch the head a bit”.

4. Little Games

I finally pulled my cylinder off with an audible little pop caused by the air rushing back into the tube.  I was sitting on the floor and was basically eye-level to all the trouser snakes that now draped over the chairs and legs of their owners.  Tyrone’s right ball could have given a cantaloupe a sense of inferiority.  Strangely, I could feel the blood run into another blooming erection of mine!

Kenneth, another of the 8X7 white guys sauntered over and put his hands on his hips and looked down at me.  He then said, “Try to put your cylinder on this” as he grabbed his cock and shook it in my face.  Everyone laughed and he made a fist and said “Seriously!  Put that little XT-5 on me and pump me up!”

My Adam’s apple must have gone up to my chin, but his commanding voice and the eyes of the others compelled me to lift the cylinder up.  I put it on the end of his penis and tried to push it beyond his flaring head, but it would not go. He said “Maybe you can pump up my pee-hole lips with that pathetic piece of plastic!  Why don’t one of you other small boys come over here and try out Ronnie’s training tube!”

Alan and Fernando walked over with their cocks bobbing up and down in front of me.  Fernando held his now 6.5 inch long cock out and said “Can your training tube even cover my big cock?”  Alan held out his nearly as large cock and said, “I think that’s a toilet paper roller in disguise!  Try me first.” 

I wanted to get up and run away, but Chang and Winston came up behind me and Winston’s heavy cock hung threateningly over my shoulder and touched my nipple.  Chang said “If you want to put Alan’s cock in that little hole, you’ll have to give him some more lubrication…with your mouth!”

That brought out gales of laughter, but everyone said “Hear, hear!  Lick it little man!”  Chang started hitting the back of my head with his cock and it inexorably pushed my mouth closer to Alan’s throbbing dick.  I stuck out my tongue and gave it a hesitant little lick.  That made the room erupt even more.  Alan said “Come on little Ronnie, I need more spittle than that to slip into your tiny tube.”  Tears started rolling down my cheek but I was frightened of all the massive men who surrounded me.  I opened my mouth and started to slide Alan back and forth inside.  I pulled back and they put my cylinder up to Alan’s dick and tried to twist it over his mushroom head.  He grimaced, but my tube stopped about ½ way down his shaft.  He grabbed it and pulled it off with a LOUD POP!

The oldest member of the group, Nathan, grabbed my small cylinder from Alan.  He unscrewed the pump for the 3-foot tubing and handed that back to me.  He said “I know what this pump is good for!”  He then simultaneously lifted his huge flaccid cock and lowered my cylinder. When his cock head was immediately above it, a stream of urine came out and started to fill the tube.  As it got nearly full he looked down at me and said “C’mon boy – James doesn’t want piss on his carpet – start sucking it out of the tube”   My eyes started to nervously glance about, but I immediately felt the presence of Tyrone’s balls cradling the back of my head as he lifted his cock over it.  “Do it you little white boy, or I’ll lower the boom on your egg shell head.”  The shadow of his cock was menacing and I could feel his warm balls start to get hotter.  I started sucking down the bitter, salty liquid and finally Nathan’s stream petered out.

Chang said, “I want to make a motion to add another rule to our charter.”

“What is it?” asked Ronnie.

“Not only will we say:  THE LARGER YOU ARE – THE BETTER YOU GET TREATED!  We should also say:  The smallest man will service the larger masters!”

Winston grinned wickedly and said “I second that motion.”

Tyrone grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around on my knees.  His huge ebony cock and enormous balls were looming in my vision.  He said “As the largest man here, I have decided that this is now a LAW of the Dallas Pump club and he shall start with me.”