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Shortly after that
I was at home in the school holidays, and like every teenage guy, used to get a hard-on at every possible opportunity. Watching "Top of the Pops" on the TV, looking at the pretty boys and hunky guys would give me an instant stiffy, despite my willing it to go away. And when there was a balloon drop from the roof of the television studio, and I saw them dropping down, landing on, colliding with the faces of the guys in the bands, falling on the floor, watching as someone brought their foot down on one, seeing it get squashed out of shape, until finally, it burst. Why couldn't it be happening to me??!!
One afternoon, when I was short of something to do, I decided to get out my packet of balloons. I don't remember the circumstances of me buying them - only that it was a packet of mixed balloons. In those days, that meant a bag of twenty (I think) of mostly eight inch (inches in those days!!) rounds, and a couple of long ones about a foot long, in assorted colours. I guess that's not very big by the standard of today's enthusiasts, but, hey, they were real balloons. I started to blow up a round yellow one, and was trembling whilst I was doing it. It was after all a scary thing to actually do this and acknowledge that it was having a sexual effect on me.
The balloon, did of course give me an instant hard-on. A hard-on that would not go away under any circumstances. So I took down my jeans, and my cock was really stretching the material of my pants. Forcing the white cotton material to push right out in front. So, I dragged my pants part way down my legs, and my cock and balls sprung free. I remember blowing up the balloon a bit further, feeling really turned on by the whole carry on. I blew it up as far as I dared; I'm sure it wasn't full size. I was still really scared about balloons bursting (but fascinated nevertheless), so I didn't blow it up very hard.
I held it against my face, enjoying the feel of the latex against my cheek, and the smell (I thought this really weird at the time) was really enjoyable. I'm amazed that I can still remember this incident so well today, some thirty years later - it really set itself in my mind as the beginning of the whole fetish. I gazed at it, and was entranced by the round shape, the near transparent yellow colour. I squeezed it between my thumb and fingers, entranced that it could take this, and survive. I was surprised, by actually how hard it was to squeeze, and wondered how far I could press my thumb into it. But then then my cock reminded me that it was a sexual object.
So, there I was, part reality, part fantasy. My cock with a stonking great hard-on, and a yellow balloon, tightly blown up, inches away from my face, encouraging said hard-on. I opened my spindly teenage legs wide apart (there are those who say I still do that today!!), and put the balloon between my open legs, and my crotch. I tried to squeeze my legs together, and was surprised how difficult it was. As I squashed the balloon, the surface of it touched my cock.
I spunked all over the balloon.
Without my hand touching my willy at all, throughout the whole scene, the sight, feel, smell, of the yellow balloon alone had brought me to orgasm; and sealed in my mind a lifelong fetish, that would take me another twenty years to meet someone else who would make me feel all right about it.
So, as the next few pages will show, I did things in secret, until I finally had a lucky break. I'll also mention coming out as gay (I still hadn't admitted to that - there were strong feelings in my mind, but the indoctrination against it was stronger), and how comparable the two events were.
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