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I indicated to Joshua's mom that I would be happy to spend some time with Joshua as long as I wasn't expected to be his constant playmate. I always carried a few of the twelve inch political balloons in the left pocket of my shorts just in case I found myself suitably isolated and had a desire to pop a few. Since I had time to kill and Josh was standing there with his knobby knees peeking out from under the legs of his really baggy shorts I dropped down in the grass on my knees to get more at his level, turned to him and said, "Hey, what would you like to play, Josh?"

Poor Josh had just had a playmate suddenly thrust upon him and was so overwhelmed that he just stood there open mouthed. No better time than the present I thought as I fished two rubber toys out of my pocket. "Here Josh. Do you like balloons? They are a lot of fun to play with and I have a few with me."

Joshua beamed as he grabbed the blue one and stuck it in his mouth. Joshua's mom gave me a funny look and I suddenly realized she must have thought it really odd to see a sixteen year old boy that was wearing shorts to begin with and carrying around balloons in his pocket as well.

After a few moments Joshua's mom smiled at me and said, "Oh he loves balloons, but he doesn't let them last very long though. He just loves to break them.

I grinned back, "That's OK. That's what balloons are for. That's what I do with them."

Oh geeze I thought! Talk about run off of the mouth. Why don't I tell her I like to rub my dick with them before I pop them off. To cover myself I quickly added, "Busting balloons is a great way to relieve stress. I always pop a few when I get really angry. It lets me take out my frustration in a less destructive manner."

I could see from her expression she was really impressed with my mature logic. Man what a recovery.

Josh didn't waste any time with his balloon. Buy the time I had finished talking and started on the orange one I had in my hand he had his balloon more than half inflated. I huffed and puffed rapidly to catch up as I wondered how big he would go with it. I was trying to decide if I wanted to start things off right away by demonstrating what happens when you blow balloons up until they bust; but I decided it might not go over too well since his mom was still standing there. Then noting that Josh had inflated his balloon to a nice tear drop shape maybe he was going to show me. I felt an uncontrollable bulge beginning to form in the crotch of my shorts as I watched my sturdy legged friend work on his rubber toy.

No such luck. At that point Josh removed the blue balloon from his lips as he watched me finish inflating mine. I was impressed that he had inflated it to the point where it was nice and tight. I blew my balloon up to the same size and stopped as I said to him, "You can get them a little bigger than that, Josh."

"Yeah, but when you blow them up real big and tight they pop too easy," Joshua stated in a matter of fact way. "These are nice balloons and I want us to bat them around the yard a bit until they bust."

Sounded like fun to me. I figured there would be plenty of time later to ease Josh into more manly balloon busting pleasures; so I didn't press him any further regarding his over inflation confidence level. I tied off my balloon and then knotted the neck of his as well.

I stood up and backed away from him as I batted the balloons in his direction. There wasn't much of a breeze so they pretty much floated in the direction they were hit. Joshua was able to bat them back to me and we were soon engaged in a sort of one on one volleyball. Trying to keep both balloons in the air soon required vigorous gyrations and lunging grabs that had us both sliding and rolling around on the lush green grass. Surprisingly the balloons seemed to handle landing and bouncing about on the grass pretty well. The first one to pop was the result of Josh lunging for it and falling face down on the ground. He instinctively tried to break his fall with his hands which also happened to be clutching the orange balloon. POW. Josh laughed as the balloon exploded in front of his face. He quickly rolled on his side and got back on his feet.

The blue balloon died a minute or so later when we both made a grab for it. The rubber squealed as the balloon was compressed between our hands before it burst with a nice loud POP as we both fell on our knees on the grass. We were both sitting on the grass facing each other and laughing at our fun activity. I took note that Joshua's knees were becoming grimed and grass stained and I was hoping we might reach a point where the skin on his knees would bust and add a tinge of red as well.

Joshua's mom who had been watching our romping activity seemed pleased with our play as she went in the house. I quickly produced two more balloons and we each blew one up and tied them off. Then we resumed our balloon batting game.

The first balloon didn't last very long. It got hit into one of many bushes that were growing along the edge of the yard and popped instantly. So we moved our play to the center of the yard to make it easier for our 'ball' to survive as well as our bare legs which would probably puncture just as easily if we were to run or fall into one of the bushes.

We did a pretty good job of keeping the second balloon in the air. It was exhausting work and the balloon seemed to be indestructible. Finally Josh called a breather so we could both catch our breath. He had the balloon clutched between his hands and he started rubbing it between them causing the rubber to protest loudly. I was sitting on the ground watching him intently wondering when the balloon was going to have had enough abuse and would pop right in front of him. Joshua didn't seem the least concerned about this likely possibility; a very good sign I thought.

After about a minute of squeezing and rubbing Joshua indicated he was ready to resume play. I was enjoying the rest and most definitely enjoying what Joshy was doing to the balloon, so I grinned at him and said, "Keep on rubbing it on yourself real hard. See how much it will take to bust it."

Josh jumped up and ran over and stood straddling my legs that I had stretched out in front of me. He shoved the balloon in my face and said, "Help me rub it then. It will even make more noise."

And that it did. He was squeezing the balloon from side to side and I had it clamped top to bottom. We twisted the palms of our hands over the rubber and it squeaked up a storm. It had been a white balloon but the grime and grass stains from our somewhat sweaty hands soon had coated it with grayish green smudges. I would have given anything to grab the balloon at this point and taken it home for future personal fun.

Our rough play didn't seem to phase the balloon. At appeared to be indestructible. After a couple of minutes of rubbing and squeezing I was getting tired of the racket we were making. Worse, my well expanded dick was trapped down the right leg of my shorts; a most uncomfortable situation. So I said to Josh, "I think it's time to finish this one off, don't you?"

"No no. Don't bust it. This is a nice tough one. I want to keep it," Josh blurted out.

I thought, 'Whoa, Josh boy has plans for later fun,, as I released my grip on the balloon. Josh spun around and headed for the house with his well soiled toy. As soon as he turned away I took steps to correct my urgent problem down below as discretely as I could because I wasn't sure his mom wasn't looking out a window keeping an eye on us. The noise from the tortured balloon surely must have gotten her attention.

Actually it got Josh's dad's attention because a minute later both Josh and his father both came out of the house and into the yard. We were all sitting in the grass facing each other. His father said he was happy that I was willing to take a little time to play with Joshua and that it had been a while since Josh had had so much fun.

Joshua indicated he wanted another balloon so I handed him one and watched while he blew an orange one up nice and fat. Because his dad was sitting right there I felt too embarrassed to blow one up along with him.

As Josh finished inflating his balloon his dad grabbed a cigarette out of the pack in his shirt pocket and struck a match to light it. Joshua's face lit up as quickly as the match. He indicated that he wanted his dad to apply the flame to the balloon he was holding after he got his cigarette lit. His father waved him away momentarily as he said, "Just a minute. I have something better here."

Joshua's dad blew out the match and took a long drag on his cigarette. Then he grinned at me, turned to Josh and said, "OK now let's see that balloon of yours. I'll be happy to get rid of it for you."

Josh was all too eager as he swung his tightly stretched orange rubber bag toward the glowing tip. The moment the cigarette kissed the balloon, BAM. Josh was left holding just the neck in his fingers as a couple of sheets of orange rubber flew off and fluttered down to the grass. "I love to see them bust like that," Josh beamed.

Joshua's dad grinned at me again as he concurred, "Yah, I like to bust balloons with my cigarettes. Man you don't really even have to touch them pop 'em. You got any more?"

His father's request was unexpected, but that fact that he asked Josh to bring him a balloon was a real surprise. I told them I only had three left so we each had one balloon apiece left to destroy.

Joshua and I started blowing up our balloons while his dad concentrated on trying to inflate his nice yellow one with smoke filled lung fulls of air. He was repeatedly taking a deep drags on his cigarette and then unloading his lungs into the balloon. Josh and I both had ours to rated size long before he finally decided to quit. I wasn't sure if Josh's dad was going to go all the way with it because he had it well pear shaped and was only a breath or to away from popping it. I had little doubt he wasn't planning to have it last for any length of time.

Joshua's dad held his balloon upright with the neck down as he applied his cigarette to the side of it. The balloon burst with a loud BANG the moment the burning tip touched it. The results I figured he was anticipating were quite unspectacular. A barely visible smoke cloud suddenly formed in front of him as the rubber skin flew from the area. He and Josh looked disappointed. He obviously expected a larger darker smoke cloud to form when the balloon popped.

Then Josh's dad turned his attention to me as he smiled and said, "Why don't you see how big your balloon will get. They make such a nice loud bang when they get busted that way."

Anything to please, I thought, as I got to my feet, faced him, and assumed my best balloon busting stance. I had both father and son's rapt attention as I slowly added air. Bigger and bigger it got until the neck was fully distended and the rubber couldn't take any more. The balloon burst with a loud sharp rifle like BANG. As would generally happen when my balloons were blown to pop a large chunk of spaghetti like rubber flew off and landed in the grass about ten feet away. Joshua quickly ran over to recover the bulk of the remains which he gleefully showed his dad who then grinned, "Way to go, I love to see them bust apart like that."

Then he turned to Joshua and said, "Let's see you blow up your balloon like that."

My heart suddenly went out to Josh. His dad had really put him on the spot. He was being forced to do something he might not be prepared to do and risk being humiliated by his dad in front of me. Damn some parents could be thoughtless at times in trying to show off their children. I was fortunate my father had never forced me into this sort of situation except when the two of us were alone.

Josh looked at his balloon then at his dad. He took the challenge and bravely added another two lung fulls which got it really well pear shaped. Then the fear of having the balloon suddenly explode right in his face caused him to remove it from his lips, and looking down at the ground say quietly, "Sorry dad, I just can't do it."

I really felt sorry for Josh, so I gave his dad an angry stare and said, "Why don't you bust it off for him to show him how it's done."

Joshua's dad gave me a nasty look as Joshua tried to hand him the balloon. His dad said, "Aw it's already big enough to make a good loud bang; see!"

With that he touched it with the glowing tip of his cigarette and the balloon evaporated with a loud BANG. Josh and I both just looked at his dad who had turned a bit crimson in the face. He got up, quickly turned, and strode into the house.

I told Joshua I would stop by in a couple of days and we could ply some more together. I told him I would take him down to the old abandoned farm down beyond the woods. In that isolated setting we could really have some balloon busting fun.   Revision on 2/03
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