User: HD Bustum

========== In Reply To ========== As a boy I liked going in short shorts & having my inner-thighs tickled & carressed, too; however, not having a sitter like you, I enjoyed this as self-gratification alone. When puberity bloomed in me at age 12, the shorts became a fetish & the thigh carressing foreplay to mastur***ion, not surpriseingly. I was so unhappy when, at 14, I got "too old" to get away with going in short shorts like these. But I still enjoy my self-pleasure this way in private; sometimes also with friends. I think if the truth be known, a lot of boys/men like the sexyness/senseuality of having naked legs. Too bad more don't express it...

No question that having my bare legs rubbed with balloons (my other fetish object) by my father when I was young greatly contributed to making short pants a fetish object for me. Of course there is also the up-leg exposure factor of loose baggy leg shorts that I find REALLY attractive on other boys / men. Ben

========== In Reply To ========== Very nice poll, I found it very interesting as I have a balloon fetish. Its nice to know that other people enjoy balloons as I do. Thanks :) K#nine You might also be interested in: http://www.misterpoll.com/1959689801.html or my website: http://www.internetdump.com/users/hd_bustum

I am well over the hill age wise and really look lousy wearing shorts, but the freedom and comfort they provide, not to mention the fact that they are cooler in hot weather, make shorts my main choice of pants. I prefer the full cut roomy style with ample leg openings and hems about 3 - 4 inches above the knee for public situations. Turned over knee socks are also a must and if I am out hiking about the neighborhood a scout style neckerchief adds color to my attire. Baggy cotton gym or nylon soccer shorts are great for sleeping and around the house. I might mention that wearing short pants turns me on which is also a factor in my desire to wear them.

My initial contact with rubber balloons was at birthday parties, both mine and friends, starting when I was about four years old. Because I was terrified of unexpected loud noises I really disliked being around balloons, fearful they might suddenly burst and send me into a state of panic.

When I was five I attended a party at a friends house where there were not only balloons for decorations but a number used in balloon popping games. Needless to say I was very uncomfortable during the entire party. When my father came to pick me up when it was over the host offered me two inflated balloons to take home; which I declined. My father was embarrassed at my fear of balloons and made me accept the balloons and take them with me.

To get me over my "balloon fear", the following Friday night and about once a month for the next several months, my father would bring home one to two dozen balloons. After supper we would blow up all the balloons and I was to play with them, the rougher the better, with the intent of having them break. His idea was that if I got used to playing with balloons and breaking them I would overcome my fear of being around them.

The first night he brought balloons home I was too timid to inflate them so my father did the honors. I was panic stricken at how tight he wanted to blow them up and I started to cry. He took pity on me and let some of the air out until they became round and fairly soft. When he had all the balloons inflated he had me kick and bat them around our living room with the intent of having them eventually pop.

After running myself ragged for a half hour or so during which time only a couple of balloons had burst, father insisted that I start really playing rough with them. He had me flatten and pop a few under my foot for starters. Then I had to sit on several more and try to get them to bust. I was really surprised at how strong the balloons were. They easily supported my weight and I actually had to flop backwards on them to get them to break. To get around this problem he had me kneel on some of them, pressing my knee down into the yielding rubber until the balloons would finally burst. As a properly dressed five year old I was naturally wearing short pants during our balloon sessions and some of the sit and kneeling pops resulted in my legs getting stung by the bursting balloons. Since I felt at five years of age that I was a "big boy" I always tried not to display any tears or signs of pain when I was hurt; so I ignored the discomfort.

On subsequent "balloon nights" father insisted that the balloons get inflated fully. My father also engaged in teasing me by threatening and occasionally unexpectedly popping them.

My father's balloon fear therapy was relatively successful and after a year and a half and a least two and a half gross of busted balloons later I was fairly "cool" when around the rubber toys. There was no question that my father enjoyed my balloon play and liked watching me pop them. He also liked to finish off some of them himself, usually with his cigarettes. Our "balloon pop" nights stopped when balloons were no longer available during WW2.

With all of the balloon busting the one fear I had not overcome was deliberately inflating a balloon with my mouth until it would burst. This would take several more years until I was fourteen years old. Since then I really have enjoyed balloons. Even as an adult I keep balloons around that I will blow up on occasion and enjoy popping. I especially enjoy watching others interacting with balloons. If the circumstances are right I will initiate balloon play with others so I can indulge my balloon busting nature more safely in public.