Burning ManOne of the most incredible trips and experiences I have had so far in my personal journey of life. Burning Man is a counter-cultural festival that is held in the black rock desert north of Reno Nevada. Burning Man is a temporary community of radical self-reliance that springs up for a week each year prior to Labor Day. Thousands of people trek for hours along the one lane roads and across the open playa to get there. You have to bring everything with you to survive the harsh extremes for a week, and at the end of the week, it all gets packed up and taken away. Burning Man is a 'leave no trace' event. When it is all done and vacated, the playa looks as pristine as it did weeks before anyone arrived. That in itself is an amazing feat considering the city was comprised of over 47,000 people. It is even more amazing once you are there, and witness how massive the city is, and how elaborate the infrastructure.
Balloons on the Playa
Burning man is also about parties…dance camps that go on all night long. The city is laid out in a partial circle. The big dance camps line the edges at the two o’clock and ten o’oclock plan positions so the sound blasts out into the open desert, not back into the blocks and blocks of RV’s and campers that make up the city. As I had discovered at previous big dance parties, it is a blast to take a pocket full of giant 36” balloons along to these dances. So I packed the pockets of my lime green fur pants with balloons and set out with my friends to the dance camps. (creative costuming is highly encouraged)
Standing in the middle of a dancing crowd blowing up a giant balloon seemed perfectly natural and welcome. Many people want to feel the balloon swelling and everyone was amazed at the sensation of the bass vibration in the balloon as it gets larger. As the balloon gets tighter and rounder the more intense the vibrations become more and more intense. At one point I carried the balloon down to stand in front of the speakers, and the vibrations were so intense you could see the balloon moving in my hands. I tied it off and it got passed around from person to person, each one grinning and holding the vibrating balloon against places you would normally hold something vibrating! It was wonderful to see others reactions as they all enjoyed fun with the balloon. Balloons hold a particular sexual energy for me, and it was as if everyone was touching and enjoying that same energy. Eventually it got tossed and bounced around the crowd until it popped or would bounce out into the darkness of the playa to be caught by a passing ‘art’ car.
Art cars are the only motorized transportation allowed at Burning Man. They are usually big light covered and music filled structures that haul people lazily back and forth across the playa at five miles an hour. Resembling everything from a five passenger cup cake train, to a 200 passenger pirate ship, you have to see them to believe it.
As I watched one of my giant balloons float away in to the darkness I got an incredible urge to get on my bike take balloons and ride naked far out into the playa away from everyone and enjoy the sexually explosive qualities of those 24” and some giant airships. As I pedaled out in the darkness naked, I could feel my heart beating faster thinking about how fun and liberating it was going to be to be “looning” out in the middle of the open desert under the full moon. All alone, just me and my balloons, a shameless erection and no one to judge how odd that might be. I rode until I felt I was far way from everyone, just open desert and the moon. I could still hear the distant boom boom boom of the bass coming from all the camps at once, and see the lights in the far distance.
I dropped my bike, pulled out a big tuff tex 24” from my pack and began blowing. These balloons are truly amazing, they grow large and tight quickly, but will continue to grow ever bigger. Shining deep red in the moonlight, I could see the balloon getting even more transparent. I love the feeling of how the balloon goes from soft and squishable to tight, hard and taut. My cock responded by doing the same. The rush of the impending explosion in the middle of the open desert was fantastic. I felt the freedom to blow even harder into the super tight balloon. It had swollen all the way down the neck to my mouth, and was drifting slightly in the breeze as it finally burst, and disappeared.
Although the boom was loud, it seemed lost in the openness. I was more than excited and decided to do several more, shedding my fur pants, walking around the desert naked blowing and dancing with my giant balloons. Finally I decided to do a GL700 Airship. Something I could wrap myself around and something with enough size to make me tremble as I brought myself to orgasm in the moonlight.
As I faced the blank horizon blowing the huge 20” by 7 foot airship. This was bigger than anything I had blown up so far, and I felt as if I could feel the bass of the distant music vibrating the skin of the balloon. It was growing bigger and bigger in front of me. I love the feeling of it pressed down against my entire body as I can wrap my arms around it, and feel my cock throbbing against it. I also love the enormity of it stretching out away from me, as I heave more and more air into it…it growing ever harder and ever longer. Time meant nothing as the balloon appeared fill to capacity quickly. It was if I were dancing and soaring and floating around with the balloon as one. The music seemed as if it were getting louder and louder. I could feel my heart pounding from the excitement, and being slightly light headed. I could feel the bass vibration in the balloon through my lips. I was on the edge stroking myself, trying to hold back until the balloon exploded. Stopping to admire how big the balloon was, I turned to look back at the city before finishing it off, only to find an art car loaded with people slowly moving by only a few feet away!
The people on the car were silently bouncing in time with the music and all seem transfixed at my performance. As the art car turned and rolled by, the patrons just smiled, silently flashing me peace signs as the car moved on. I was frozen in stunned caught-red-handed silence. Me standing there completely naked, holding my erection in one hand and a giant yellow airship balloon in the other. My rational mind said I had been caught and should be ashamed, but then a wave of warmth rushed over me, as I looked at the giant balloon. With the car moving off into the darkness I resumed blowing into the now tight airship and felt my own member swelling tight. Once again alone in the moonlight, I heaved a hard forceful blast into the balloon. The airship exploded in perfect timing as I erupted in my other hand.
Shaking and laughing I fell to the playa and rolled in the dust and balloon bits. It was the most incredible feeling of release and comfort. The whole passing of the art car, the freedom of expressing and enjoying my fetish on the open desert, the warmth of acceptance that I felt, the synchronicity of whole situation as if an impromptu performance art, I just wanted to roll and revel in it as long as possible. I truly felt ‘accepted”. It was as if I could have been physically enjoying myself and the balloons right in the middle of the dance camp, and there would have been the same acceptance. That is when I realized the warmth of tolerance and acceptance for all different kinds people, regardless of gender, nationality, sexual orientation or preference or kink. We are all souls on a journey. It was a totally euphoric moment, that was my burning man sexual experience.
I lay naked on the desert and watched the moon and stars fade, and the sun come over the horizon with a whole new appreciation for who I am. A man with an appreciation for human differences and creative expression. A man who is frequently alone in his journey through this life, although constantly surrounded by others. A man who has found a way of taping into sexual energy merely from the swelling and energy release of the subsequent explosion of latex balloons. A man with a fetish if not an obsession for these toys. …and that is ok. I picked up my pieces leaving no trace on the open playa and began my bike ride back into the city. Burning Man was quite an inspiring learning experience for me.
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an aerial photograph of black rock city, the home of burning man each august in the black rock desert in Nevada
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balloons