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I was waiting in the bus station in Hammersmith, London a few days ago,
when what should blow in through one of the open doors but a purple
balloon, which skated along the floor in the draught. Purple is one of my
favourite colours of balloon, and I started to get hard just looking at it.
Part of me wanted to go and get it and start to play with it, but I also
was getting so turned on, that I knew if I went near it, I would probably
get down on my knees, and start licking it - and I don't think I had the
nerve for that, surrounded by people waiting for the 295 bus.
I was thinking that one of the kids would pick it up, and take it home as a
souvenir, but no. This quite hunky guy, aged about 25 was looking at it and
started moving towards it. He definitely wanted the balloon (and I wanted
him as well!). he bent over to pick it up, and I saw his jeans pulled tight
over his arse - hell, I could even see the outline of his underpants,
things were so tight. (the sight of or evidence of a guy's underpants is
another thing that is guaranteed to turn me on as well as a balloon).
I expected him to pick it up by the tied off neck; but no. He opened out
his hand and squeezed the balloon between his fingers and thumb, and
grabbed it. I saw the indentations of his fingers digging into the surface
of the balloon. Wow, I was enjoying watching this. Now what does a grown
man who is not one of us do with a balloon, I asked myself.
Now, he grabbed it by the neck, and kept hitting it against the
outstretched fingers of his other hand. It didn't burst, but made a lovely
satisfying "boink" every time it hit against the tips of his fingers. I
reckon he was hitting it as hard as he could, but still it survived. Half
of me wanted it to burst, because that would be fun; but that would mean
that the fun would be over. I knew, that if my bus came, I wouldn't catch
it, but wanted to stay and watch the fun.
He dropped it and it started to roll away, but he caught it with his foot,
and kept it. I silently willed him to bring his boot down on it. I've never
been very successful in transmitting thoughts to people, but this time it
worked. He brought his foot down on it, and forced it out of shape. I think
he expected it to burst, but it didn't; the neck really stretched out, and
it made a lovely tortured squeaking sound. He was so taken aback that he
lifted his foot up and let go. He wasn't pleased that a balloon had got the
better of him. He tried again, bringing pressure down on it, and letting
go. Distorting the shape of the balloon, and then back to normal.
Eventually, he was determined, and brought his boot down slowly, but very
firmly on the centre of the balloon, whose neck blew right out up to the
knot. The neck got fatter and fatter, until "BLAM", it burst into tiny
fragments of purple rubber. I nearly creamed in my pants, I had been
getting so worked up by watching this scene. I got home as soon as
possible, and blew up a few of my own, and tortured them by digging my
fingers and thumb into the rubber until they burst. That's how I spunked
into my underpants, satisfying my other fetish as well.
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