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The civic association carnival we had gone to get the supplies for on Wednesday morning opened the next night. While Dave, Mike and I were busy acclimating ourselves to our new shorts I had provided by ripping our knees to shreds the previous evening, the members of the association had been setting up the carnival stands, stringing lights, and getting everything ready so they would be up and running by 6:30 Thursday evening. Because I had built the stand that the boys and I would be using to sell novelties from it was much more complicated to put together because of all the shelves. As a result I was responsible to get it set up.

Normally I would have gone down with dad to set it up and help out in general, but after seeing the condition of my legs he suggested that I had better wait until Thursday afternoon when the boys and I would presumably be feeling better to go and get it set up. This sounded good to me. The way I felt at this point if it weren't for getting a hold of some of the five foot long twisty balloons I would have just said forget the whole thing for this year. Hell I already had thousands of balloons and I really didn't need any more that I might buy clandestinely from the stand's inventory.

Thursday afternoon I rounded up Mike, Dave was off somewhere, and we went down to the association building. We dug out my stand from the cellar, lugged it outside and set it up in it's usual location. At this point we were both willingly wearing the scout shorts just to avoid the contact jeans would have had with our still painfully sore knees.

The men had the lights for us already installed and hanging from a nearby tree and we ran them over. to the stand. I had hoped dad would have reminded the men to lug the Helium cylinder out of the cellar for us and they had. Mike and I only had to roll it over and secure it to one corner of the stand. In less than an hour we were all set. All that remained was to carry the novelties out and put them on the shelves and blow up a few balloons. We would do this when we came back after supper because it would only take fifteen minutes or so.

I was hoping dad would rescind his edict about wearing wear long pants because my legs looked atrocious; like I was wearing two large knee pads. He made a point of getting home early from work so we all could eat and get down to the association grounds by 6:00.

After supper it turned out I didn't have to ask. He suggested that I put on a pair of khaki chinos that I wore to school. As I very carefully slipped my legs into them I wondered if this would be the last time I would get to wear longies, because at the dump the day before, he had sounded pretty serious about burning every pair of long pants I owned.

When we arrived, Dave and Mike were already there. They had also been allowed to hide their torn up knees under long pants. We rounded up all the novelties and other junk we would be selling and lugged it out to our stand. After we got the shelves filled with merchandise it was time for the balloons. Along with all the carnival prizes we had also borrowed a balloon inflation pump from the novelty store. The thing was essentially an overly fat tire pump. It sat on the ground and you pushed the "T" handle straight down. It had about a four foot hose with a tapered nozzle that would fit all sizes of balloon necks. Two full strokes would nicely fill a 12 inch balloon. We had to share the pump with the penny pitch stand which needed it on a continuous basis to replenish balloons as they were won, so since we would have it to use now and again we had Mike blow up about three dozen of the cheap plain colored balloons which Dave and I tied onto bamboo balloon sticks.

We then turned out attention to the Helium balloons. We had these hideous colored mottled balloons because the guy at the store had told us they would hold the Helium better because they were dipped into an additional vat that created the variegated colored swirls. To me it looked like a way the balloon company got rid of left over color batches of rubber. Inflating the Helium balloons was tricky because our tank didn't have the benefit of a regulator or nozzle of any sort. We simply stretched the bead of the balloon neck over the threaded outlet of the shutoff valve. When we wanted to inflate a balloon we would just crack the valve open the least little bit allowing the gas that was still under probably at least 1000 pounds per square inch pressure to expand into the relatively thin rubber bags we were inflating. If you were a fraction of a second late in shutting off the valve your pretty balloon instantly became rubber confetti.

We blew up a number of round Helium balloons and about sixteen of the long twisty airships. Out first attempts with the long balloons resulted in them bursting near the neck end before they became fully inflated at the far end. We soon discovered we had to have two of us confine the balloon in our hands while the other controlled the valve. This way we started the inflation from the far end where the rubber was thicker and stronger.

We were blessed with good weather and there were large crowds of people attending each of the three nights. I and my two buddies manned the "for sale" novelty stand where un skillful parents could buy the same prizes for their kids that they couldn't win at the other game stands. Even though it was a hot night, we were all wearing long pants because we had ripped up each others knees so badly the previous afternoon. I was thankful father had "allowed" me to wear long pants because my legs did look gross.

On our first night sales were good up until 9 PM or so when families with younger children started to leave. Thursday night usually had the smallest attendance and I was surprised we must have had three or four hundred people show up. Once customers realized that we were not running just another "skill" game stand and they simply could buy whatever they wanted we soon moved a lot of the merchandise, especially the round Helium balloons. But dad had been right. The airships weren't selling. We had gotten rid of at least 5 dozen of the rounds but only moved 4 of the airships. The kids wanted them, but the parents realizing the logistics of hauling a 5 foot long helium balloon home in the car said "NO".

By closing time we still had inflated just a few round helium balloons but still had 12 of the airships. The stick balloons were no problem because they were easily removed from the sticks which also served to tie the necks; so these could be easily deflated for use the next night. The helium filled balloons were knotted before the string was attached and there was no way they could be salvaged.

Our standard procedure with helium balloons was that we would tie the free end of the balloon string to the customer's arm, unless they or their parents objected. I always got some jollies when teen "couples" would come up and the guy would buy his girl friend a balloon. I liked to see him squirm a bit as I got close to his "sweetie" and tied the balloon to her wrist. Some jocks took offense, objected, and insisted that they do it.

As we were closing there were still some older boys with their girlfriends milling around and we offered them the balloons at half price. This got rid of the rest of the rounds and 4 more of the airships and gave me a chance to get close to a few more girls.

There were still some younger boys, 10 to 12 years old, running around, sons of men working at the other stands. We had hauled the other unsold merchandise back into the association building and only the airship balloons were left. I would have given anything to have been able to leave and walk home with them but that was out of the question, so we asked the boys if they wanted the balloons.

"Sure," was their reply, and we handed out 4 of them. They grabbed them by the neck end with both hands and, using them like swards, started running around and whacking each other. They were really getting wound up and the balloons started going POP POP POP. They came running back and we gave them replacements. My stem was as solid and extended as their toys as I watched their balloon play. Two of the boys were brothers, and their father, who was visibly annoyed by the boisterous activity, came up behind them and grabbed the end of the first kid's balloon and without even asking his son to stop, dug his finger nails into the rubber and burst it. It happened so fast the second boy wasn't even aware of what was happening and his dad summarily dispatched his balloon as well. I thought for a moment he was going to finish off the balloons of the other boys but the possibility of angering the other fathers, I guess, stopped him.

We still had two airship balloons left and Dave and Mike each took one home with them. I would have loved to have gone along with them to see what they would do with their rubber toys but I thought it might be wiser to leave with dad in the car.

Friday night we had even a better crowd. This time we only inflated 4 of the twisty airships because they were expensive and we weren't making any money for the association giving them away at the end of the night. Dad had told me we should only fill them on demand. We ended the night with 4 rounds and two airships left. My buddies paid the wholesale price for the balloons and left at the end of the night with them ostensibly to give to their younger sister. I was disappointed the next day when I went over to their house and they were still intact, along with the two from the previous night. I had hoped, even though I wasn't present that they would have had some fun busting them.

The only "stim" I got this second night was from two boys about my age that had been skillful at the penny pitch stand as I had been the previous weekend and between them had accumulated about 10 stick balloons. I was surprised they walked around carrying their balloon bouquets so long seeing as they had no girls with them. (older girls + balloons = OK, older boys + balloons = sissy). Finally they wandered over to the edge of the carnival grounds away from the lights. They were only about fifty feet from me and I was fighting irresistible urge to go over and ask them if they 'liked' balloons. The next thing I saw was they had pulled out cigarettes and lit up. They talked for a minute or two then looked at the balloons they had been carrying and without any hesitation they burned them with their cigarettes. Pop, pop, pop! I saw the sheets of rubber flying into the grass and thought to myself, 'What a waste'. Dave had been watching them too and commented that it looked like a fun way to bust balloons. I couldn't let the opening pass so I asked Dave, "Do you like to bust balloons?"

"Sure," he shot back. "What else are they good for?"

I replied, "They are fun to play with too, don't you think?"

Dave thought about my comment for a moment and said, "Nah, only if you play with them and make them bust. I really just like to blow 'em up and bust 'em."

Saturday night was our busiest; there were a lot more families there with smaller children. We unloaded about as much merchandise as we had the previous two nights, especially stuffed toys and balloons. Some of the kids were brats. We had one that had to have a blue stick balloon, the only color we didn't have inflated at the moment. Since the pump was over at the penny pitch stand I asked his dad if it would be OK to inflate the balloon by mouth. His dad said no because the kid might want to blow it up himself later, so because they were in a hurry to leave, he said I should just give his boy a red one, which I did. As they walked away the kid displayed his displeasure at not getting his blue balloon. He took the red one I had given him, put it down on the grass and stomped on it. POOM. I got a hard on and the kid's dad got a 'mad' on and gave him a swift swat in the seat of his pants.

We did sell some of the Helium twisty balloons. Two were bought by sisters that I would guess were about eleven and twelve. I tied the balloons to their wrists and they ran off with them. They soon ran into problems with them getting hung up in the lights and electrical wires that were strung over head from stand to stand. The wires were only up maybe ten feet or so. They were both wearing skirts and I next saw them running around with the five foot long balloons jammed as high as they could get them between their legs, sort of like you would with one of those stick horses kids used to play with. This lifted their short skirts in the front and the rear and I could hear the rubber squeaking as it rubbed on the inside of their legs and probably on other parts as well. It was definitely a turn on for me. Mike was in the booth with me at the time and I wondered if he felt any arousal. Apparently it was getting to some of the adults as well because I noticed that a lot of them were watching the girls unusually closely, even though they were not making any undue noise or commotion. Their father immediately put a stop to their activity as soon as he came out of the civic association building.

It soon got to be about 11 O'clock and we were getting ready to haul the leftover merchandise back inside. Normally this was the last opportunity I would have to buy any of the items. This is how I had garnered my previous balloon stash. I really wanted to get my hands on the remaining 560's (there were at least 100). To my surprise each of my buddies bought 10 of the airship balloons. They didn't even claim they were for their sister. Their comment, "These will make good rocket balloons."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did my 'buds' actually like balloons the way I did? I really didn't think so. Past experience with gang balloon busting in the past indicated they really enjoyed popping any balloon they could get their hands on, but they viewed them simply as rubber toys that were intended to simply be destroyed.

Unfortunately, just as I was about to make my "purchase" of the airship balloons, my father came up and assisted us in moving the few remaining boxes of novelties back into the building. As much as I wanted to get my hands on them I felt I didn't dare ask him outright if I could buy the rest of the box, especially with the thousands of others I had at home. Revision Date 2/03.
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