This is a short story from my early years of looning.
As a child I was very phobic, and I was very scared of on our national day as it would involve lots of balloons, firecrackers and fireworks. In 5th grade the kids and parents are responsible for decorating the school, and my dad got hundres of loons from his company with a logo on it. I remember stuffing my pockets with them and hiding them in my bottom drawer.
For weeks after the national day I would hurry home from school to inflate some ballons as tight as I possibly could. I remember a white balloon that I overinflated so much that it was a foot long uninflated. I did not dare to sit on it, so instead i inflated some clear plastic bags as tight as I could and stuffed them in my sweatpants.
With the bags in my pants and the footlong piece of balloon I started humping the bags and blowing as hard as I could. I had a raging boner without knowing anything else that it felt amazing.
I did not notice the neck forming and the balloon was as big as my upper body; suddenly one of the bags popped but I just kept going, I noticed a stain in my boxers but kept blowing.
All of a sudden there was a loud kablam, and I felt a wet load in my pants, I cummed for the first time, shaking and panting I realized that my fear was a bit less strong than before. In the years to come many many looning sessions have taken place, but this was the first blow to pop.
To this day I still have a slight phobia, but now I don’t stuff my pants with bags but with tight overinflated balloons.
I hope you enjoy this little story, and more to come
As a child I was very phobic, and I was very scared of on our national day as it would involve lots of balloons, firecrackers and fireworks. In 5th grade the kids and parents are responsible for decorating the school, and my dad got hundres of loons from his company with a logo on it. I remember stuffing my pockets with them and hiding them in my bottom drawer.
For weeks after the national day I would hurry home from school to inflate some ballons as tight as I possibly could. I remember a white balloon that I overinflated so much that it was a foot long uninflated. I did not dare to sit on it, so instead i inflated some clear plastic bags as tight as I could and stuffed them in my sweatpants.
With the bags in my pants and the footlong piece of balloon I started humping the bags and blowing as hard as I could. I had a raging boner without knowing anything else that it felt amazing.
I did not notice the neck forming and the balloon was as big as my upper body; suddenly one of the bags popped but I just kept going, I noticed a stain in my boxers but kept blowing.
All of a sudden there was a loud kablam, and I felt a wet load in my pants, I cummed for the first time, shaking and panting I realized that my fear was a bit less strong than before. In the years to come many many looning sessions have taken place, but this was the first blow to pop.
To this day I still have a slight phobia, but now I don’t stuff my pants with bags but with tight overinflated balloons.
I hope you enjoy this little story, and more to come
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