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The first time I remember finding balloons erotic was when I was in hospital in Hereford, for tests (what for I can't remember - they mustn't have found anything). It was the birthday for another kid who was in the same ward. He was young, so a party with streamers and funny hats and balloons was organised. And I got pressganged into blowing up the balloons. At first, I just cursed at being lumbered - it was such a long time since I had blown one up, I didn't know what to think. I even asked myself how I would know when I had blown it up enough - after all, they burst if you blew them up too much, don't they!
So I started to blow up the balloon, and after several breaths, the balloon got tight - so I concluded that it must be big enough. Another kid told me to blow it some more (it was a kid younger than me, so I didn't want to look a wuss), and whilst it became harder to blow, it still got bigger. I was getting really scared, because I knew that if I blew it up too much, it would burst. But he stopped egging me on, so I tied it off at the neck. I felt the balloon, and the surface was really hard. And then I realised that I had a hard-on! The balloon was arousing me sexually.
I was just so scared that my hard-on would be noticed - what would people think. All I could think about was the balloons, and didn't have a clue why I was getting turned on. This was years before I started to fancy other guys physically, and even more years before I acknowledged that and came out as gay. By this time, there were a fair number of balloons blown up (I'd done most of them), and one kid decided it'd be fun to burst them. He brought his foot down on one, and it got squashed out of shape, but it recovered when he lifted his foot up. I was fascinated - and also petrified. He tried again, and rammed his foot on it, and it went even more distorted, and burst. It was so loud - moreso than I had expected. And then I suddenly realised how loud it would have been if it had burst whilst I was blowing it up. But I was absolutely hooked on the balloons.
I picked them up, felt the surface of them with my hand, rubbed them against my face, smelt the latex, yes, I think I actually licked them. If anybody thought I was kinky for them then, they were absolutely right!! But I was also riveted by this kid busting them. Most of them he stomped on, but a couple he dug his fingers into until they bust. He even sat on one, so the neck stretched out between his legs - and that one didn't give up without a good bounce. But the one image that I remember clearly to this day (many years later!!) was a long balloon. In those days, a packet of balloons would contain mostly round ones, with a few long ones, and one animal shape. Nowadays an ordinary packet contains only round ones (here anyway).
The long balloon was on the floor, and he shut a door on it, trapping it half way along, with him on the far side, and me on this side. It was a door with glass panels, so I could se what was happening on the other side. He went and trod on the part of the balloon on his side; that on my side instantly expanded to a much bigger size, and shortly after, burst. That was so good. My cock was so aroused. I just knew I found balloons erotic, but as it was so weird, I tried to put the idea out of my mind. (an action I repeated later in my life when I was trying to put fancying men out of my mind - it was still considered evil by most people, and was illegal, except in very limited circumstances (over 21, two men only behind locked doors) in the sixties and seventies)
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