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...