Re: How did you discover your fetish?
Very long read ahead!
I discovered my actual fetish sometime in 6th grade, so I would've been around 11.
I always loved blowing up balloons by mouth, it was fun and even felt sort of empowering as you watch it get bigger every blow you take. My aunt had bought me some 12 inch Mickey Mouse balloons, must've been birthday balloons because I remember confetti and Mickey wearing a party hat. They may have been Qualatex but I can't remember for sure since that was a bit above my head, I just ripped the bag open and started playing with them. They seemed like very good quality so that's why I assume they had to have been Qualatex.
One day I was just in the mood to blow up a balloon and I found the green one, it was different since the others were mostly orange or yellowish orange. I had blown it up before hand so I carefully started pulling it apart since it was sort of stuck together. Once I got it undone I couldn't wait to start blowing it up. I had closed the door to my bedroom, laid on the bed, and started blowing it up. I kept watching Mickey get bigger and bigger. It was very exciting and I would blow it up quite large but never actually got it to neck, was actually a bit scared to because loud, sudden noises startle me.
A very short story on loud, sudden noises...I dreaded and HATED fire drills at school. In kindergarten, one of the fire alarms was right outside the classroom door and it was an extremely loud buzzer and when you didn't know it was coming, I got very frightened and scared. Not much scares me at all but sudden noises like that that I'm not expecting...I hated it very much. So of course balloon popping was avoided at all costs as well, even to this day.
Anyway, the fun kept going for a couple of days. The balloon just get going and going. I bet I blew that thing up and let the air out a good 20 times during the course of a few days. After I blew it up to the size I liked, I would look at it, admire it, rub it and feel the rubber and even listen to it squeak a bit. Then I'd just let the air out and do it again. During one of the last blows I did on that balloon, I discovered my penis was throbbing and was ejaculating hard. Of course I didn't know what it was at first because my mom didn't want to talk about sex. I hadn't even done anything to actually masturbate, it was just the sheer excitement of blowing up the balloon quite large. I was taking the time once again to admire its size and greatness so I decided to blow another breath of air into it and I felt my heart flying because now it was even bigger. By this time my pants were very wet. I looked at it and decided just one more breath! So I started blowing again and it popped, loud! I was so upset! At the same time I had to make up an excuse of why there was such a loud bang to my mom who always liked to investigate that sort of stuff.
I was very disappointed I never got it to neck though. I think what I did wrong is when I was pinching off the neck, I held it too close to the bulb as I was blowing instead of just letting it go and hold it completely with my mouth as I blew. Despite this, it was exciting but I hated the popping so I made sure to always avoid it at all costs.
Getting a bit older and had some money, I would go to the store and then make the excuse that I was buying a gift and so I needed the keys to the car to hide it in the trunk. But of course what I was really doing was buying balloons, paying for them without anyone seeing me, and then hiding it until I got home and would quickly put it in my room somewhere.
By this time, my fetish grew and since I knew how good it felt, I would stroke and just play with my penis as I was blowing up a balloon. It was one of the best feelings in the world and the rush of endorphins was almost overwhelming. I experimented with all sorts of different balloon brands. So far I've found that I love Qualatex the best. I had some recently that I regrettably stole from work as I work in a store. It was thrown in my box of things that had no home location and it was the only package in there. It was a mixed bag of medium gray and black balloons that said happy birthday on them. Since I figured they were going to just be sent to salvage as nobody was going to waste their time with one package of balloons and I knew there were no cameras in my office, I opened them up and stuffed them in my pocket and threw the package away elsewhere. It was the only thing I ever took and even though I was never caught, it's just that stealing isn't right. But because I know of my fetish, I'm actually embarrassed to go through a checkout line with balloons because I feel as though I may get judged. It's weird but it's almost on the same line of some men buying tampons or maxi pads for their wives.
So of course knowing these balloons are in my pocket, I couldn't wait for the day to hurry up and end. It's almost as if you start breathing heavier with anticipation and excitement. When the day finally ended, I rushed the car, I drove to a secluded area where literally no one goes and I took a balloon out and started blowing it up as I rubbed my penis along the seat back and forth. I could tell these balloons were high quality. I loved the color and finish type so much so it just added to the excitement. I liked holding the balloon with the writing on the other side and up where the light would shine through the windshield so when I was blowing, I could see the lettering stretch and expand. When the writing is up against your face, it's not as easy to see the writing as it is if you're looking through the balloon and see it from the other side. I don't know why but that in itself is a huge turn on to watch. After I finally had an erection, it was just a huge sigh of relief, I felt so good like if you just took a huge hit on some feel good drug and I went home.
So what doesn't turn me on? Machine blown balloons (not interested at all, has to be mouth blown), sitting on them, balloons under 11 or 12 inches (who the hell wants those 9 inch and smaller balloons anyway??? A couple of blows and they're pretty much full), and especially popping them. If I feel a balloon is getting tired and could pop, I retire it.
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read all this. I know it was very long but it feels great to share it with people who completely understand this feeling.
Very long read ahead!
I discovered my actual fetish sometime in 6th grade, so I would've been around 11.
I always loved blowing up balloons by mouth, it was fun and even felt sort of empowering as you watch it get bigger every blow you take. My aunt had bought me some 12 inch Mickey Mouse balloons, must've been birthday balloons because I remember confetti and Mickey wearing a party hat. They may have been Qualatex but I can't remember for sure since that was a bit above my head, I just ripped the bag open and started playing with them. They seemed like very good quality so that's why I assume they had to have been Qualatex.
One day I was just in the mood to blow up a balloon and I found the green one, it was different since the others were mostly orange or yellowish orange. I had blown it up before hand so I carefully started pulling it apart since it was sort of stuck together. Once I got it undone I couldn't wait to start blowing it up. I had closed the door to my bedroom, laid on the bed, and started blowing it up. I kept watching Mickey get bigger and bigger. It was very exciting and I would blow it up quite large but never actually got it to neck, was actually a bit scared to because loud, sudden noises startle me.
A very short story on loud, sudden noises...I dreaded and HATED fire drills at school. In kindergarten, one of the fire alarms was right outside the classroom door and it was an extremely loud buzzer and when you didn't know it was coming, I got very frightened and scared. Not much scares me at all but sudden noises like that that I'm not expecting...I hated it very much. So of course balloon popping was avoided at all costs as well, even to this day.
Anyway, the fun kept going for a couple of days. The balloon just get going and going. I bet I blew that thing up and let the air out a good 20 times during the course of a few days. After I blew it up to the size I liked, I would look at it, admire it, rub it and feel the rubber and even listen to it squeak a bit. Then I'd just let the air out and do it again. During one of the last blows I did on that balloon, I discovered my penis was throbbing and was ejaculating hard. Of course I didn't know what it was at first because my mom didn't want to talk about sex. I hadn't even done anything to actually masturbate, it was just the sheer excitement of blowing up the balloon quite large. I was taking the time once again to admire its size and greatness so I decided to blow another breath of air into it and I felt my heart flying because now it was even bigger. By this time my pants were very wet. I looked at it and decided just one more breath! So I started blowing again and it popped, loud! I was so upset! At the same time I had to make up an excuse of why there was such a loud bang to my mom who always liked to investigate that sort of stuff.
I was very disappointed I never got it to neck though. I think what I did wrong is when I was pinching off the neck, I held it too close to the bulb as I was blowing instead of just letting it go and hold it completely with my mouth as I blew. Despite this, it was exciting but I hated the popping so I made sure to always avoid it at all costs.
Getting a bit older and had some money, I would go to the store and then make the excuse that I was buying a gift and so I needed the keys to the car to hide it in the trunk. But of course what I was really doing was buying balloons, paying for them without anyone seeing me, and then hiding it until I got home and would quickly put it in my room somewhere.
By this time, my fetish grew and since I knew how good it felt, I would stroke and just play with my penis as I was blowing up a balloon. It was one of the best feelings in the world and the rush of endorphins was almost overwhelming. I experimented with all sorts of different balloon brands. So far I've found that I love Qualatex the best. I had some recently that I regrettably stole from work as I work in a store. It was thrown in my box of things that had no home location and it was the only package in there. It was a mixed bag of medium gray and black balloons that said happy birthday on them. Since I figured they were going to just be sent to salvage as nobody was going to waste their time with one package of balloons and I knew there were no cameras in my office, I opened them up and stuffed them in my pocket and threw the package away elsewhere. It was the only thing I ever took and even though I was never caught, it's just that stealing isn't right. But because I know of my fetish, I'm actually embarrassed to go through a checkout line with balloons because I feel as though I may get judged. It's weird but it's almost on the same line of some men buying tampons or maxi pads for their wives.
So of course knowing these balloons are in my pocket, I couldn't wait for the day to hurry up and end. It's almost as if you start breathing heavier with anticipation and excitement. When the day finally ended, I rushed the car, I drove to a secluded area where literally no one goes and I took a balloon out and started blowing it up as I rubbed my penis along the seat back and forth. I could tell these balloons were high quality. I loved the color and finish type so much so it just added to the excitement. I liked holding the balloon with the writing on the other side and up where the light would shine through the windshield so when I was blowing, I could see the lettering stretch and expand. When the writing is up against your face, it's not as easy to see the writing as it is if you're looking through the balloon and see it from the other side. I don't know why but that in itself is a huge turn on to watch. After I finally had an erection, it was just a huge sigh of relief, I felt so good like if you just took a huge hit on some feel good drug and I went home.
So what doesn't turn me on? Machine blown balloons (not interested at all, has to be mouth blown), sitting on them, balloons under 11 or 12 inches (who the hell wants those 9 inch and smaller balloons anyway??? A couple of blows and they're pretty much full), and especially popping them. If I feel a balloon is getting tired and could pop, I retire it.
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read all this. I know it was very long but it feels great to share it with people who completely understand this feeling.
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