Remember Your First Confused Boner?

[Dino Velvet]

I can't quite remember how old I was but very young. Was in the magazine aisle in a Gelson's Supermarket back when Playboy was on the shelves available for anyone to grab and take a look. I took a look then my wiener launched an investigation on its first case too.

[danthepoetman]

Do you mean for t-girls? For me, intellectual fascination preceded sexual drive. Don’t remember when it actually came, but in any case, it was gradual. Before meeting a t-woman in the 80s, I had never seen any transsexual porn, and it took a good while to eventually get to see some. I know that from the moment I saw some, I was already driven about it. And yeah! it was troubling, and I stayed troubled for it several years before reasoning myself.
As to ggs, it’s too far back, I can’t recall. I was a little guy. I think first grade school did it the most. Seeing all these lovely little being, so clean and with beautiful hair and painted nails!

[Quiet Reflections]

the first time I saw a car I helped build run the 1/4 mile. I was about 11

[Dino Velvet]

I got a real confused chubby myself the first time I saw the back cover of a Sulka VHS movie. Almost scolded my wiener like it were a naughty puppy that chewed up the furniture and pissed on the rug. "Nooooooo! Down boy! Wait 'til outside!"

[danthepoetman]

I got a real confused chubby myself the first time I saw the back cover of a Sulka VHS movie. Almost scolded my wiener like it were a naughty puppy that chewed up the furniture and pissed on the rug. "Nooooooo! Down boy! Wait 'til outside!"

Sulka was hot. I don’t remember exactly whom I first was very excited about, but I do remember clearly getting wildly excited by Dana (Douglas? Andrews?) and Stasha.


the first time I saw a car I helped build run the 1/4 mile. I was about 11

Yeap. Mechanics can be a substitute. For me, today, it’s often scotch whisky…

[Quiet Reflections]

Sulka was hot. I don’t remember exactly whom I first was very excited about, but I do remember clearly getting wildly excited by Dana (Douglas? Andrews?) and Stasha.



Yeap. Mechanics can be a substitute. For me, today, it’s often scotch whisky…
Scotch is my drink of choice too. As far as the cars go it was the first time I had realized something other than a woman could be called beautiful. This thing I spent 2 years building with my father that seemed to just glide down the track. She was a beautiful blue 1970 Chevelle that smelled like burned rubber and gas.

[Prospero]

Confused of London asks... is a boner a hard-on or is it to masturbate?

[rodinuk]

The former.

[Quiet Reflections]

Confused of London asks... is a boner a hard-on or is it to masturbate?
Yes it is an erection

[danthepoetman]

Scotch is my drink of choice too. As far as the cars go it was the first time I had realized something other than a woman could be called beautiful. This thing I spent 2 years building with my father that seemed to just glide down the track. She was a beautiful blue 1970 Chevelle that smelled like burned rubber and gas.

It’s not the first time I read something about cars in your posts, Quiet Reflections. You seem very passionate about this.

[Dino Velvet]

Confused of London asks... is a boner a hard-on or is it to masturbate?

An erection. Not Punishing Percy.

[danthepoetman]

Yeah. When I think back on this, definitely the little girls in first grade. I was just stunt. Before that moment, they were just people my age I wouldn’t play with, because they were boring. It was the 60s, they were very feminine. You could feel their moms had helped them look nice. They were all in dresses with long hair well done. It was still the era of the 200 brush strokes before bed time for girls.
Suddenly, everything seemed different for the boy I was.

[trish]

We had a swing that hung between two tall poles that were cemented into the ground. It was my habit to climb up the poles to sit on the cross bar, take in the view and then slide back down. One day I discovered an odd ticklish sensation while climbing up and down. It was the first boner in my memory making its presence known to my conscious mind.

[Quiet Reflections]

It’s not the first time I read something about cars in your posts, Quiet Reflections. You seem very passionate about this.
My father used to drag race when he was young so as I grew up working on cars was something I could do with him that allowed us to become very close. Im a sucker for anything about cars,science,camping and comic books.

[Dino Velvet]

We had a swing that hung between to tall poles that were cemented into the ground. It was my habit to climb up the poles to sit on the cross bar, take in the view and then slide back down. One day I discovered an odd ticklish sensation while climbing up and down. It was the first boner in my memory making its presence known to my conscious mind.

Awwww... That reminds me of my days back as a young Catholic School boy. I rode on an old, rickety RTD bus over bad LA roads. Between the bumpy ride, the bus dying as it lumbered down the street, and a backpack full of books resting on my lap I had all the friction and shifting around needed to garner dirty looks from a few nosy passengers. It was always a unique experience finally getting up pushing my way toward the front to finally get off the bus. "Scuse me, ma'am."

[danthepoetman]

We had a swing that hung between two tall poles that were cemented into the ground. It was my habit to climb up the poles to sit on the cross bar, take in the view and then slide back down. One day I discovered an odd ticklish sensation while climbing up and down. It was the first boner in my memory making its presence known to my conscious mind.

Funny: my girlfriend told me the same kind of story about this. She was on a balustrade, one leg balancing on each side, when she realized it was so good. Lovely story, Trish!


My father used to drag race when he was young so as I grew up working on cars was something I could do with him that allowed us to become very close. Im a sucker for anything about cars,science,camping and comic books.

Must have been a pretty fun childhood for that! I know how you feel. My father was not too talkative, but he was taking me to watch fights very often. Despite the fact that in general, boxing should be very far from my temperament and what I like, I just love it to this day. It’s been a passion forever.

[Quiet Reflections]

It had its ups and downs. My Dad didn't talk much either and he definitely wasn't big on expressing emotions but doing something he loved helped me get past his tough military exterior. I used to love boxing when I was younger but I stopped watching about the time Lewis,Holyfield,tyson and those guys stopped fighting. Sugar Ray Leonard was my favorite to watch. I love MMA now.

[Steve-Oh]

I used to get hard for no damn reason. Leaving English class in high school.
My short lived job pumping gas....
Now that I'm older, I kinda welcome a touch of E.D.