New pool toys story

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  • Joe Sixpanel
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    • Sep 2018
    • 51

    New pool toys story

    I'm really enjoying all the new stories on here lately from so many different authors. Great stuff! It's inspired me to throw my hat in the ring as well.

    Here is the first part of what will hopefully be a multi chapter story.

    Let me know what you think.
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    But What If She Pops It?

    Prologue: The Boy With a Secret

    It seemed to Julian that he had loved beach balls and other vinyl inflatables even before he could walk or talk. One of his earliest memories was of sitting in the shopping cart at the supermarket and pointing at the inflatable Easter bunnies on display, and wordlessly begging his mother to buy one for him. She did (thankfully) and blew it up as soon as they got home per Julian's insistence. Another early memory was of his babysitter, a high school girl from the neighborhood, blowing up a beachball in the kitchen as they were getting ready to go to the pool. The beach ball seemed huge to the little boy, and he was transfixed as that tiny wadded-up piece of plastic slowly grew into a perfectly round, soft, bouncy ball. Julian could still remember how the wrinkles slowly disappeared as the babysitter blew deep, steady breaths into the ball, which began to stretch a bit like a balloon. He didn't know if she would stop before the ball burst. She did, of course, much to the relief of Julian, who gratefully grabbed the ball and hugged it to his chest and face.

    These were happy memories, but of course not all of his childhood inflatable memories were. The bad ones always involved balloons. For as much as he loved vinyl inflatables, Julian was terrified of balloons.

    When Julian was maybe no more than two years old, his father was blowing up a balloon for him at the dinner table. It was a shaped balloon with either bunny ears or mouse ears (one cannot really expect a person to remember such details from that early an age). What Julian does remember, however, is that he was very scared as he watched the balloon get bigger and bigger. He never wanted the balloon in the first place, but his parents didn't seem to understand the severity of the their son's feelings. When the balloon popped with a very loud bang, the little boy screamed and sobbed as if the world had ended, completely inconsolable. His mother tried to comfort him and scolded his father for blowing it up too big. His father was embarrassed and had a guilty look on his face while still holding the mouthpiece of the broken balloon. Looking back, Julian realizes that he never truly forgave his father for that incident.

    Needless to say, balloons were never tolerated in the house after that incident. This did not protect him from balloons in public, of course, and many more indelible incidents tormented his childhood. Julian's case also was not helped by the frequent teasing about his phobia from his father and older brother.

    Julian's childhood was fairly normal except for his closely kept secrets. His fear of balloons was known only by his family, and it was made abundantly clear that they were not to tell anyone else. Ever! His attraction to beach balls and other vinyl inflatables was kept a secret even from his family, as far as he knew.

    As he grew a bit older, his fascination with inflatables seemed to intensify. He would find himself with an erection any time he had the opportunity to play with a vinyl inflatable. He loved blowing them up and making them tight. He also loved watching girls blow them up, and he spent hours daydreaming of the cutest girls in his class having contests to see who could blow hers up the tightest.

    Even from a young age, Julian recognized the strange dichotomy of hating balloons but loving pool toys and other inflatables. It just seemed that whereas latex balloons were unstable and could pop at any moment, beach balls provided the same sense of excitement but with a much more manageable level of fear.

    He couldn't escape the fact that beach balls are, at heart, balloons. And balloons pop. They could be overinflated (either accidentally or on purpose), sat on, stepped on, squeezed, or stabbed. And some people, either through inattention, malice, or innocent fun, would pop them. Julian referred to these people as "poppers," and it seemed that the poppers outnumbered the non-poppers like himself by a VERY wide margin.

    When evaluating friends, acquaintances, possible girl friends, celebrities, or really anyone of whom he came into contact, Julian nearly always asked himself the same set of questions about that person, such as, "Would that person pop a balloon? How tight would she blow up a beach ball? Is she the kind of person that likes playing with inflatables, like me?"

    Sadly, Julian soon learned that not only was everyone else in the whole wide world a popper at some time, but that no one else even seemed to care. It was inconceivable that others were totally unaffected when balloons were being blown up to the point of popping. No one else seemed to care if a beach ball was a tad bit underinflated. Balloons and other inflatables would barely grab their attention. How could this be unless Julian was just that much different from everyone else? But that was the only conclusion he could reach. Julian was different. He was strange. No one else had "creepy", erotic feelings about beach balls. No one else ever got upset when a balloon popped (except babies, maybe). There was something wrong with him, and no one else could ever understand him.

    Through high school and college, Julian was resigned to the fact that beach balls were something he would always have to keep to himself, lest he be ridiculed and exiled from his friends and social life. But, there was always a tiny spark of hope that he would one day meet a girl who had the same attraction to inflatables, who would blow up beach balls with him, and then have wild sex with him on top of them while overinflating another.

    But how does a young man find a girl like this?
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