Confess Your Embarrassing Boner Stories!

She got moved to another facility a year or so later. Until that time we saw each other from time to time. Never spoke of it tho.

There have been a few maintenance guys in some of those elevators at work to from time to time but they never mention it either. I'm sure they're either afraid of my husband (who also works there) or me since I can have a bit of a temper sometimes. Just as well. It all works out and plus, then there's always next time :)
 
There have been a few maintenance guys in some of those elevators at work to from time to time but they never mention it either. I'm sure they're either afraid of my husband (who also works there) or me since I can have a bit of a temper sometimes. Just as well. It all works out and plus, then there's always next time :)

You enjoy torturing them, me thinks ;)
 
I once went out with my BF late at night to get something to eat. He only ever ordered pizza and never kept any food in the house.

While we were waiting for our food to come, I spotted a coworker coming in. He spotted me to and ran over to our table to introduce his GF to me. My BF sat there embarrassed and did not get up to shake the coworker's hand.

Then he whispered to me that he couldn't get up because he had a hard on. He was wearing only a T shirt and some loose, thin, sweatpants so the erection was very obvious.

We waited for a long time but it wouldn't go down so I reached under the table and jacked him off through his pants. He kept telling me to stop but I wouldn't. To make matters worse, the pants were that light grey that show wetness very well. He came all over the inside of the pants but it was clearly visible in the front and his shirt was too short to cover it.

He finally decided to grab my purse, put it in front of him and run out the door.

Perhaps better still, my coworker and his GF saw that I was jacking him off and thought it was hot.

Embarrassing for my BF. Not for me. I thought it was pretty hot too.
 
I once went out with my BF late at night to get something to eat. He only ever ordered pizza and never kept any food in the house.

While we were waiting for our food to come, I spotted a coworker coming in. He spotted me to and ran over to our table to introduce his GF to me. My BF sat there embarrassed and did not get up to shake the coworker's hand.

Then he whispered to me that he couldn't get up because he had a hard on. He was wearing only a T shirt and some loose, thin, sweatpants so the erection was very obvious.

We waited for a long time but it wouldn't go down so I reached under the table and jacked him off through his pants. He kept telling me to stop but I wouldn't. To make matters worse, the pants were that light grey that show wetness very well. He came all over the inside of the pants but it was clearly visible in the front and his shirt was too short to cover it.

He finally decided to grab my purse, put it in front of him and run out the door.

Perhaps better still, my coworker and his GF saw that I was jacking him off and thought it was hot.

Embarrassing for my BF. Not for me. I thought it was pretty hot too.
It is quiet hot for sure..the coworker comment on it at work ..may be he wanted similar attention ;)
 
I once went out with my BF late at night to get something to eat. He only ever ordered pizza and never kept any food in the house.

While we were waiting for our food to come, I spotted a coworker coming in. He spotted me to and ran over to our table to introduce his GF to me. My BF sat there embarrassed and did not get up to shake the coworker's hand.

Then he whispered to me that he couldn't get up because he had a hard on. He was wearing only a T shirt and some loose, thin, sweatpants so the erection was very obvious.

We waited for a long time but it wouldn't go down so I reached under the table and jacked him off through his pants. He kept telling me to stop but I wouldn't. To make matters worse, the pants were that light grey that show wetness very well. He came all over the inside of the pants but it was clearly visible in the front and his shirt was too short to cover it.

He finally decided to grab my purse, put it in front of him and run out the door.

Perhaps better still, my coworker and his GF saw that I was jacking him off and thought it was hot.

Embarrassing for my BF. Not for me. I thought it was pretty hot too.

What? I don't know what I'd have done if I saw aa coworker do this....maybe ask if I could join you for desert....
 
My most embarrassing boner was in front of my sister's friend who I had a crush on for several years. They were out on the patio sunbathing, I made up an excuse to go talk to them. I tented the shorts pretty quickly. She was several years older and had put up with me over the years, according to my sister I was pretty annoying. But after that afternoon she would smile when we passed in the halls. Totally worth it.
 
I only have one. It was when I was a high school senior (I was 18 at the time (I wasn't ever left back. I was born in the middle of the school year, and the schools said, "you can go in now and be a year younger, or wait until next year and start a year older." The latter is what my parents did.).

Anywho, so, there I was in the hallway, between classes. Now, in that high school, they packed us in like sardines in a can. If you could move 40 feet in a minute, you were moving fast. There was this peach of a girl, Mary. In every school I went to, there was always one or two I had a crush on, in that school, Mary was that elusive unattainable for me. Fair skin, lightly freckled face, with brown hair and blue eyes... and an ass that was made to be... ahem. Yeah, anyways...

The point is, it didn't take much in those days to get me hard; a light breeze was usually enough. On one fateful day, Mary was walking in the opposite direction. Normally, she never seemed to notice me, but this day, we eye locked. She kinda smiled and looked down. As I said, we weren't going anywhere fast, and with her smiling like that when she looked at me? That was enough. By the gods! The girl of my dreams (that year) looked at me and smiled!!! Heart beating fast, blood pumping with enthusiasm and here I am with someone behind me urging me to move faster, and me pushed up against the person in front of me, and ...yup, there was woodage.

Unfortunately, it wasn't Mary in front of me, or even a female, but a male teacher, and do you remember me mentioning we were packed together like sardines? That wasn't hyperbole. The next thing you know, the teacher looks over his shoulder at me with a look of all manner of disgust, and I'm turning five shades of red.

From then on, I stopped walking around carrying my books slung down by my hip like the cool guys did, but instead I started to walk around like a female high school prim and carried my books in front of my chest.
 
Friend of ours fell asleep at a backyard party one afternoon. He must have been having a good dream, because he popped a boner, and it popped out the leg of his swimsuit. All the women were looking and giggling, when he moved a bit, and his balls flopped out too!
He should have bought a swimsuit one size smaller I think.
 
This is from when I was in highschool 10 years ago. I was at my aunt's place in Texas during my summer break. One fine day, I fell asleep on the couch in the afternoon whilst playing with my joystick (the real one and not my cock) in the living room. I was wearing these loose shorts without underwear as it was extremely hot (100 degrees). My aunt had come to wake me up in the evening for snacks. As I woke up and moved my legs, my boner peeked out of my shorts right in front of my aunt as she watched it in shock. It was embarrassing but we didn't talk about it ever.
 
I had to have an ultrasound of my balls. Yes, I really had to. Two young ladies did the job. One spills the whole bottle of gel all over. The more she moves the cock out of the way the harder it gets.
The embarrassing part is they were not that pretty. And there attitude sucked. They were upset my dick got hard.
Even a couple bitchy ugly girls can get a rise with a lot of lube.


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In high school I had a 5 ring notebook with a handle so I could carry it in front of me. Sometimes I just carried my trombone around to hide behind.
 
haircut

went to get my haircut today. I always go to a sports themed place for guys. The girls are all cute, wearing short shorts and Hooters type shorts for their favorite sports teams. I always get the MVP.. So I sit in the chair and get a scissor cut. That's cool, nice conversation and all. Next step is to go to the back, and sit in the vibrating chair, while she first applies the hot towel and then starts the shampoo. Well, that got things started, because the shampoo includes a scalp and neck massage with the shampoo. And I'm laid back in the chair, feeling good... too good, and popped a boner, right there. Glad I had the hot towel to cover my red face. She never said a word... but she was smiling when I paid my bill and left. I gave her a real nice tip....

WAYYYY back in the day; came home from college and went to my usual barber--you know, old guy who smells of Aqua Velva (young folks, look it up!), old sports magazines, etc.. BUT he had sold his shop to a young woman, an older sister of one of my buds. She was divorced and 'known' to be a bit of a party girl. It was summer so I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and some comfortable briefs (meaning, hanging together by a thread). She immediately began leaning into me, brushing her breasts against my arm. She'd lean over and make sure I saw her flimsy white bra and spectacular breasts. Then around in front of me, pushing her fingers through my thick hair (oh the days when it was thick!) and then she glanced down at my eyes. and then....very slowly looked further down to see my tent of the cover over me. Which lead to a greater rub against my arm with her breasts. She finishes, brushes my neck off for the little hairs left and then blows lightly on my neck. She takes my cover off very slowly and I'm nine shades of red. The shorts, tan of course, are not only tenting but a clear wet spot is spreading on them. Nobody in the shop but us, she smiles and comes around in front of me. Having lowered the chair, I'm looking up at her as she lets her finger tips slide along my arms so that now even my hairs on my arms are at attention. "That'll be....whatever the cost."....and I gulped and grabbed an extra $5 (this is a long time ago) and handed it to her. She smiled and said, 'Come back and tell your friends!' I sat in the chair holding my wallet in front of me and with my voice cracking, I said, "Mind if I take a minute?" She smiled, touched my face and went into the back room!
 
WAYYYY back in the day; came home from college and went to my usual barber--you know, old guy who smells of Aqua Velva (young folks, look it up!), old sports magazines, etc.. BUT he had sold his shop to a young woman, an older sister of one of my buds. She was divorced and 'known' to be a bit of a party girl. It was summer so I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and some comfortable briefs (meaning, hanging together by a thread). She immediately began leaning into me, brushing her breasts against my arm. She'd lean over and make sure I saw her flimsy white bra and spectacular breasts. Then around in front of me, pushing her fingers through my thick hair (oh the days when it was thick!) and then she glanced down at my eyes. and then....very slowly looked further down to see my tent of the cover over me. Which lead to a greater rub against my arm with her breasts. She finishes, brushes my neck off for the little hairs left and then blows lightly on my neck. She takes my cover off very slowly and I'm nine shades of red. The shorts, tan of course, are not only tenting but a clear wet spot is spreading on them. Nobody in the shop but us, she smiles and comes around in front of me. Having lowered the chair, I'm looking up at her as she lets her finger tips slide along my arms so that now even my hairs on my arms are at attention. "That'll be....whatever the cost."....and I gulped and grabbed an extra $5 (this is a long time ago) and handed it to her. She smiled and said, 'Come back and tell your friends!' I sat in the chair holding my wallet in front of me and with my voice cracking, I said, "Mind if I take a minute?" She smiled, touched my face and went into the back room!

Great “barber” story!
 
WAYYYY back in the day; came home from college and went to my usual barber--you know, old guy who smells of Aqua Velva (young folks, look it up!), old sports magazines, etc.. BUT he had sold his shop to a young woman, an older sister of one of my buds. She was divorced and 'known' to be a bit of a party girl. It was summer so I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and some comfortable briefs (meaning, hanging together by a thread). She immediately began leaning into me, brushing her breasts against my arm. She'd lean over and make sure I saw her flimsy white bra and spectacular breasts. Then around in front of me, pushing her fingers through my thick hair (oh the days when it was thick!) and then she glanced down at my eyes. and then....very slowly looked further down to see my tent of the cover over me. Which lead to a greater rub against my arm with her breasts. She finishes, brushes my neck off for the little hairs left and then blows lightly on my neck. She takes my cover off very slowly and I'm nine shades of red. The shorts, tan of course, are not only tenting but a clear wet spot is spreading on them. Nobody in the shop but us, she smiles and comes around in front of me. Having lowered the chair, I'm looking up at her as she lets her finger tips slide along my arms so that now even my hairs on my arms are at attention. "That'll be....whatever the cost."....and I gulped and grabbed an extra $5 (this is a long time ago) and handed it to her. She smiled and said, 'Come back and tell your friends!' I sat in the chair holding my wallet in front of me and with my voice cracking, I said, "Mind if I take a minute?" She smiled, touched my face and went into the back room!

Two great stories....
 
Eighth grade. Suburban LA.

The little JJonah-cock was pretty much permanently hard, but of course I was convinced nobody noticed. Late eighties: shorts every day, and I wasn’t into boxers yet.

So geeky, skinny me is doing student-newspaper layout after school. This was still the days when you did that with x-acto blades and rubber cement. I’m standing near Anna, a smoking goth girl far, FAR cooler, mellower, and more confident than I was.

She’s at a desk, I’m behind her. She leans her head slowly back, smiling lazily. “Hey, JJonah,” she drawls. “How’s it hangin’?”

I’m way too nervous to come back with anything but a mumble, but she doesn’t even wait for that. She smirks. “Hangin’ right, I see.” Then she goes fluidly back to work.

I was mortified. And I’m still turned on by the memory. And yes, I still hang to the right.
 
I got one in my speedo the other day when the woman at the pool let her ass cheeks fall out of her short shorts and she bent over. I couldn't stop it and right after she did she looked up at me, stared, and smiled.
 
Just mentioned mine in the 'Clothing Optional Beach' thread.

In an attempt to hang around with some friends that were nudists....problem was....I wasn't hangin'....

:eek:
 
I'll never forget the physical I had when I was 16. It was being performed by a 30 something year old asian doctor who was very pretty. When it came time for the "cough" portion of the procedure I was told to drop my shorts. I instantly became hard and hesitated with my thumbs in my waistband. She did a bit of an eyeroll, took matters in to her own hands and pulled down my boxers. Between her being on the short side and bending down to move them down my legs, it damn near touched her chin. Embarassing, but I noticed a grin between the "turn your head and cough".
 
Just mentioned mine in the 'Clothing Optional Beach' thread.

In an attempt to hang around with some friends that were nudists....problem was....I wasn't hangin'....

:eek:

At least you had a place to hang your hat.
 
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