I’m a pretty young guy. At the ripe old age of 22 I have just come out to some close friends about being a looner, and I must say it was an odd experience, and I would like to share it with you.
I hope you don’t mind if I tell you a little about myself first. I am not only currently a student, but also a Cocktail Bartender by night. However, since I was around 16, I have been a looner. I came from a similar place as some people as I was rather scared of balloons as a kid and often hated going to parties as I knew the other kids would just be popping the balloons, where I had no interest in that. I have figured out, like many, that the fear had molded its self into a fetish or kink, whichever term takes your fancy. Either way, by the time I was 16 I was rather aware of what I was into, and after a little bit of research, and experiments, I was happy to be a mostly non-popper. But when I say happy, I mean inside.
I’m sure other people feel similar when it comes to personal, close and sexual things such as this, but I was unbelievably embarrassed, despite no one knowing. For some reason, I thought people could see right through me, and while in secondary school, if there were ever balloons around, despite not showing any sign of my kink, I for some reason thought people could see into my mind and soul and the sexual balloon parties I was having in there.
So for the longest time, I kept it to my self as much as I could, hiding a stash of balloons from my parents, being careful only to use them when I was sure it was safe. But as I turned 18 and could happily go around the internet without feeling any guilt or worry about my search history, I quickly saw that looners are one, not all that uncommon, and two, completely normal, and nothing to be ashamed of being.
It took me a while to open up to my current girlfriend about it, but about a year into our now four-year relationship, she accepted it easily and is more than happy to partake in my fun, as much as I am happy to employ her kinks and interest into our time.
As I said, I’m now 22, and my girlfriend has been the only person to know about my kink. Well on a rather late night at work in my bar, two of my co-workers and best friends and I were sat around until the early hours of the morning have a lovely, deep talk. Somehow we got onto the topics of kinks, both of them, my friend, let’s call him H, and my other friend, let’s call he S. Either way, they were both being somewhat coy about the topic.
Now, this is where I will admit, I had had a fair few pints. I’m a bartender and I finished early. It would be weird if I didn’t drink and watch my co-workers continue working.
But I decided it was about time that I was a bit more open with these close friends of mine, and disclosed the fact that I have a balloon kink. Now, this took some time for me to work up to, as I was sure they would see me differently, not only because it is a slightly odd kink for most people. But like the title says, living, working, and being a looner.
You see, I was almost sure my friends would double take and think a fair bit less of mine, mainly because I opted in to do all the decorations in the bar a few months back. We have a fair few bookings for birthdays and the such, and being a lover of balloons, it got under my skin the high quality bar I work in, would stick up some tacky little balloons here and there and call it done. So I offered to start doing the balloons for the bar, stating that I had become somewhat interested in them and had been practicing decorations as a potential second job.
They believed this, and despite my doubt of people being able to see through me keeping in, I did just that. I get a lot of my balloons off this cheap import website, all the ones I use in the war anyway. They’re good enough, about 12″, poker dots mainly. But I did start to learn how to make decorations, some pretty damn good ones if I say so myself.
Now at first, I was somewhat worried, I had offered to work with something that for a long time had turned me on if used in a sexual way. But it quickly became clear to me, that I could clearly separate working with balloons, and enjoying them sexually.
I expressed this profusely to both H and S. A fair few times, S had helped me pop the balloons after a shift with a booking, and though it annoyed me to waste so many loons, again the separation of work and play came in. So after I built up, and told them time and time again that working with balloons is not sexual for me in any way what so ever, I told them.
Their reactions surprised me. H double took before laughing slightly and asking me why I thought it would bother up. S was curious and even asked for links and the such. Their reactions were comforting in a way I didn’t expect. Knowing these people would think any different of me knowing after finishing a shift with me, I could be back home riding a 36″.
What was more of a surprise to me, was the genuine weight I felt a lift from my shoulders. You hear the saying time and time, but I felt like I actually felt it. When I told them and they accepted me, I felt lighter, like I didn’t have to stay on my toes in deep convocations, or miss tells stories to avoid balloons if they were involved.
A few days later on I was working alone with S and she was happily joking with me about it, and even started tagging me in Instagram accounts she thought I would like.
So there we have it. To wrap this up, all I would like to say is, don’t be scared of being you. You don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t like, but I hope you don’t feel like you can’t tell anyone. After all, there is a huge and growing online community for people with this kink and fetish.
Thanks for reading.