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  • LoonLover1999

    My Life story

    This is my personal life story of how my love of balloons developed and how friends and family reacted to when I came out with the news. WARNING- This thread post will be in graphic detail.

    I guess it all started when I was in primary school. As a kid with dyspraxia and Asperger's syndrome I found it extremely difficult to make friends with anybody. I was what you would call a social outcast. On my seventh birthday I had a party where a lot of my classmates showed up acting as friends although I new it wasn't true. We had decorated the house with balloons which during the party got involved in a big popping session. At that point I thought "what a racket, balloons are meant for fun yes but not like this" so I quickly saved one and hid it in my room which was out of bounds for the party. After all the guests had gone I went to bed and thought nothing of the balloon I rescued from being shredded. The next day the hazing from my classmates continued, I endured it and went home upstairs to my room when the day was over and I had gotten home. When I was in the safety of my room the atmosphere felt different when I looked at the balloon on my bed, it bought a form of comfort I never felt before. This feeling was short lived because later that day my friend came round, we had been friends since we were babies so I new she was a true friend. When she saw that balloon she sat on it trying to pop it. I wanted to stop her but I found it fun to watch, when she gave up trying I gave it a go and successfully burst it. It felt good but I didn't know why. Come my next birthday I saved a bunch of balloons for myself to pop, I did this in a day and found it fun.

    At around ten or eleven that love for popping balloons turned into fear because of the loud noise, my friend constantly teased me about my fear by occasionally popping a balloon at a party. By age 12 I had gotten over the fear, it slips my mind how, and continued popping balloons. Of course at that time it was becoming harder to justify why I liked balloons so much and how I could acquire them but one day I got one in a party bag. I took it home and inflated it then asked my parents to tie it as I lacked the ability. I then went upstairs and lay on the floor with my trousers on, penis on the balloon. About five minutes later I had this weird feeling of adrenaline and my trousers were wet and my legs sticky. I felt shame thinking I had pissed myself. Turns out this was my first orgasm. I shrugged it off after changing trousers and continuing my day. Later that evening I tried the same popping position again with the sa,e feelting but this time it felt nice, minus the sticky stuff which went all over the balloon as I was naked at the time. I quickly stuck a pen in the balloon to hide what happened. The next time a balloon was in my house was a few weeks later after another party when I got another gift bag with a balloon in it. I inflated it, got my folks to tie it then rushed upstairs to get "the feeling" again. This time was different because I felt a little pain in the testicles when my skin protecting the penis peeled back then returning to normal. This, little to my knowledge was the first time I masturbated and it was done using a balloon.This continued until I was 15 when balloons could not come into the house without questions like "aren't you getting a little old for balloons" or "get rid of these balloons, what are they doing in your room anyway?"

    That was the low point when I started to feel ashamed and decided to research what it was that was giving me this feeling that I simply called "the feeling" as I didn't know what an orgasm was due to the lack of sex education. I found nothing but a few videos of others popping balloons which made me think I could put my hands onto my penis and peel the foreskin back thinking I could re-create that nice feeling and create more sticky stuff.

    When I finally received sex education everything fit into place with the feeling being an orgasm and the sticky stuff being semen or cum as my friends put it. A few weeks later some lads asked if I knew what porn is and I said no. When they explained I wondered silently if this could be done with balloons, later that day I got my answer and found a substitute for balloons, every time I was horny for one I would masturbate to balloon porn as balloons were never seen in my house at this age and I was reluctant to ask for some or buy them myself.

    At 16 I decided to look again to find out why balloons gave me orgasms and that is when I found Balloonfetish.org which explained that I had a balloon fetish, I was a semi-popper and that there were plenty of us. Come that October I was on holiday and decided to show the website to my father in hopes he would understand. He took the news as a joke and shrugged it off saying "we'll worry about this another time." This was quickly forgotten.

    Then came the time to try explaining it to my friend who I saw sitting on a balloon when I was younger. She supported me and kept it quiet mainly because she had no clue what I was on about because, to my dismay, she had not developed the fetish like me. This too was quickly forgotten

    Late 2016 with me now 17 my parents had left me home alone when they went out to see a concert with some friends. Over the year the urge for a balloon got even stronger, I could no longer control the urge to fuck the air out of a balloon and the porn no-longer kept this feeling at bay. I knew that I could never get a valid reason at this age so I bit the biggest bullet of my life and decided to come clean. I could not do this in person because of nerve so I did it in E-mail form. My hand was shaking the entire time as I went into graphic detail about what a balloon fetish is. When I pressed sent my nerves hit the roof in fear of the response when my parents returned home.

    Finally the time came and when they entered the door my dad came upstairs and we had a talk about it which yielded surprising results with him supporting me and agreeing to buy some balloons for me. That was one parent down, only my mother left to tell. I did not have the courage to do this so I asked my father to do this whilst I was at college. He did this and nothing was said, I feared that this to would be quickly forgotten. This was not the case as later that evening I asked my mother if my father had spoken to her to which she responded "yes, and Joe, I support whatever you want as long as you're happy."

    The next day my father went to the shops and bought me some party balloons. When I saw the packaging I took them upstairs, opened the pack, inflated one, tied it (by this time I knew how to tie them) and then proceeded to strip naked and place it on my balls and penis then hump it. I orgasmed after like a minute and a mountain of cum came out. The feeling of relief was indescribable. Now, several months later balloons are a regular part of my life, all my friends know of my fetish and my family support me. I still have a fear of someone walking in on me during play time but for now, I couldn't care less. As of the day this post is made I have about 20 balloons to inflate, hump and pop and god knows how many orgasms!

    Well ladies and gents that is my story to the present day, feel free to comment about similar experiences you may have had and most importantly of all...

    Happy Looning!
  • CuteBalloon84
    The Balloon Stuffer
    • Apr 2013
    • 65

    #2
    Re: My Life story

    I can say nothing else then respect for you young lad, i know how it is and feels at a young age and it is something you have conquered for yourself and also accepted yourself for the person who you are. That takes a lot of courage, happy looning!

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    • LoonLover1999

      #3
      Re: My Life story

      Thanks CuteBalloon84 for your response. My story is close to my heart and appreciate your respect. However, I didn't write this post for respect, I did it to use as an example to fellow loners who have a fear of coming clean.

      To everybody out there who is finding it hard to find the right time or opportunity to come clean all I can say is don't be afraid of parents. If they love you they will support you and respect whatever makes you happy. If they don't agree it can open up a can of worms but just think that if they disagree you don't have to listen because you are your own person who makes your own choices.

      If balloons or inflatables make you happy embrace that joy and bugger those who look down on your choices and attractions.

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      • OverTheTop
        Senior Member
        • Dec 2013
        • 711

        #4
        Re: My Life story

        I'm of the opinion that if they don't ask you directly they don't want to know anyways. I'm not going to walk up to someone and say "I have a balloon fetish" but if they come to me first to ask then sure.

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        • LoonLover1999

          #5
          Re: My Life story

          Of course you don't just walk up to somebody, that would be awkward. What I meant was that when the time is right and when you are comfortable or like me, at the end of your teather, you shiuld have no fear about saying something. Yes saying something is hard and embarrassing, personally I speak my mind and I guess others differ.

          Sometimes however coming clean is the best method. It worked for me after balloons were practically outlawed in my house but that won't always be the case. Listen, I probably made it sound easy and assumed everybody was the same. I was wrong to assume that and all I can say is that if keeping your fetish private is what's best for you so be it. Sometimes the opportunity pops up somethmes it doesn't.

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          • LoonLover1999

            #6
            Re: My Life story

            Thought I would give everybody an update about what has happened since I told my parents about my balloon fetish...

            Things could not be better as my bedroom floor is covered in balloons (and balloon fragments) and my parents no longer tell me that I am too old for balloons and to stop popping them. Still having difficulty talking about it with them and have to remind them why I need privacy from time to time.

            I have also made the next big step and told my closest friends who often visit in order to avoid the "what are you doing with all these balloon" type questions. Their reaction was obviously shock as they didn't understand what the fetish meant to me. I had to do a little explaining there but they went away and researched it. Now they support me and some are even interested in learning more. Yes some people have started to make fun with waving balloons in front of me or pointing them out but I can control my urges in public so I just ignore them. Frankly if they want to mess about and make fun it just goes to show how immature they are and are not worth being taken seriously.

            Only downside is that something feels off when I enjoy my balloons. Before I spoke up I could have a five minute session, do what blokes do, then go back to my normal day. Now I find myself taking longer to do my thing and exploring different methods like watching people in fur suits popping balloons but nothing feels the same. I still love balloons deeply and I think I have sussed the reason behind my lack of thrill. I think that it was the rush of the risk of being caught looking that helped me along my way to blowing my load. It could also be the fact that the balloons I use are the ones you get in the supermarket which quite surprisingly can last a long time and take a lot of punishment. If anybody can inform me of a good balloon brand that is not too expensive, I don't want to be bursting my university payment do I.

            I could also use information on how to say to my parents that I need privacy. Everything I have tried fails so I have to monitor their location in the house as they work from home. I mean I can't exactly say "leave me alone for about 20 mins whilst I fuck the air out of my balloons" but that might be the only message they will understand.

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            • LoonLover1999

              #7
              Re: My Life story

              I literally just escaped being caught by a second.

              I was just enjoying a pink balloon and some porn when I hear my father coming upstairs. I was nearly at the point of climax when he opened the door so in a second I had to turn off the porn, get off the floor and put a dressing gown on to hide my little leak between the legs.

              There was me standing there with the TV paused, computer turned off and iPad on the floor with my dressing gown covering my nuts and dripping with sweat. Luckily he didn't notice the disfigured balloon on the floor.

              Talk about a close call but the wired thing was I kinda wanted to get caught despite the awkwardness.

              All he wanted me for is to ask if I'd seen the damn dog!

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              • craggy2012
                Senior Member
                • Jan 2012
                • 824

                #8
                Re: My Life story

                Hi LoonLover, thanks for your personal account of your fetish lifestyle. It's always interesting to me to read other folks histories behind who they are.

                There's so many similarities, yet we've all still got our own unique personal journey's here.


                I entered the education system back in the mid seventies when teachers said you was just lazy, a day dreamer- always looking out of the window instead of concentrating, now since the eighties we've scientificly proven explanations (which I don't always agree with) and these 'pseudo' psychology conditions they think we've got!

                I've never formally be diagnosed with anything- at the time these conditions never formally existed , but my partner's helped me over the years unraveling my 'persona' and helped me understand who I am. Funnily enough it's helped her too. Some folks are attracted to certain things, n some other folks have a high sex drive. Forget all the medical pigeon holing- we are what we are, we're simply born wired that way

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                • LoonLover1999

                  #9
                  Re: My Life story

                  Yeah, I never listen to other views or explanations as to why people are attracted to objects. Without being a person who has that state of mind you cannot fully undersand what people like us see in fetishes. Each individual has their own views and I as a looner am interested in talking to other people on this forum.

                  I'm the only looner around my area. I cannot help but wonder though if a fetish can be passed down genetically. You see I come from an adoptive background so it gets me to wondering if I may have got my fetish from my birth parents.

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                  • Heliumlooner
                    Member
                    • Feb 2017
                    • 88

                    #10
                    Re: My Life story

                    I enjoyed reading that, im happy im not alone im sure that my fetish was started by this one event that took place when i was about 6 or 7 years old. I was at the bank with my mother while I was waiting at the side for my mother to finish up what she was doing, a really preety woman working at the bank aproached me and asked if I would like a balloon, obviousley I said yes. She disapeared for a bit, after a while she came back with a beautifuly inflated emrald green HELIUM BALLOON, for duration of the stay I was trying to keep the balloon from getting any finger prints on it and especially keeping it away from sharp objects. While walking through the parking lot my mother saw that I still had the balloon from the bank and that I hadnt poped or let ot fly away as soon as I got outside like a normal child would have done. Before she opened the car door for me, my mother asked my why I hadnt poped it and explained that it was fun to pop balloons. I replied that I liked it and wanted to keep it, she said that she didnt like balloons and didnt want it in the car and told me to either pop it or let it fly away. I tried convincing her to let me keep it, she distracted me and then dug her finger nails into the balloon while I was still holding the ribbon. Th worst part is that she actually struggled to pop it so she had the balloon in her hands for a while and made the balloon go squeek squeeeek before it went BANG. Some how this made me looner and I get turned on by helium balloons in soecific whenever i have on in my possession I will get an erection and butterflys in my stomach. However its just a side thing for me it doesnt effect my sexuality, im straight.

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