Road trip boners

[rogerwpbfl (imported)]

Guys... road tripping to Charlotte from Charleston now and the horny vibe kicks in after an hour in the car. What is it about backseat riding that‘s so horny? Anyone else? I remember from puberty on we’d be on way to vacay... stiffest, most uncomfortable and unwanted boners bunched into pants with no room to move, breathe or adjust and then bathroom breaks during gas stops would be like unleash the beast. The walk always covering my waist with a balled up shirt or jacket or whatever was handy. So, am I alone on this? Or is there some scientific or psychological explanation? Ready to unzip and let it breathe but I’m sure the guys would notice LOLOL

[Shortstax (imported)]

You already answered your own question...starting with the phrase, ..from puberty on... just described every boy on planet Earth. And yes, there is an explanation for this, Dorothy. It's called hormones.. How about being physiologically tramatised by erections that are extremely painful while listening to some minister during church services drone on and on about...what was it about? Probably about an hour, but who knows what he was babbling about. Tears would flow from my eyes. Neighbors seated near me would misteak my dilemma as being moved by the spirit. Embarrassing..

[Arab Nights (imported)]

Don't know about you, but I get a boner when I see a Waffle House.

[Cseriess (imported)]

Lol, as a choir boy I would jerk off during the sermon under my cassock. I know some of the men had an idea of what I was doing, but they were obviously not 100%sure ad were in really fancy choir stalls. I still get a boner whenever I go to church, lol. Pavlov's dog!

[rogerwpbfl (imported)]

Lol, as a choir boy I would jerk off during the sermon under my cassock. I know some of the men had an idea of what I was doing, but they were obviously not 100%sure ad were in really fancy choir stalls. I still get a boner whenever I go to church, lol. Pavlov's dog!

That's pretty bad man. Would you actually cum? Hard to think no one stared at you or said anything. And, whose job was it to wash your heavily starched cassock?

From a purely fiction perspective, it would've been divine intervention if your hard dick suddenly came off in your hand in the middle of mass. Your mood and expression would have changed in an instant. On the bright side, you could've dropped it in the collection plate or left it on your chair for the next dude (or chick) to find and take home. I may now have the start of a new story in mind.

[Cseriess (imported)]

Lol. I started before i could cum. I actually made a hole in my cassock pocket I could pull my dick through, would just cum into a handkerchief in my pocket when that finally happened.

[rogerwpbfl (imported)]

Lol. I started before i could cum. I actually made a hole in my cassock pocket I could pull my dick through, would just cum into a handkerchief in my pocket when that finally happened.

YES!! LOL my mom always asked how my pockets were always getting such big holes!! I also thought that just was me LOL

[cutnbulls2ox (imported)]

Guys... road tripping to Charlotte from Charleston now and the horny vibe kicks in after an hour in the car. What is it about backseat riding that‘s so horny? Anyone else? I remember from puberty on we’d be on way to vacay... stiffest, most uncomfortable and unwanted boners bunched into pants with no room to move, breathe or adjust and then bathroom breaks during gas stops would be like unleash the beast. The walk always covering my waist with a balled up shirt or jacket or whatever was handy. So, am I alone on this? Or is there some scientific or psychological explanation? Ready to unzip and let it breathe but I

’m sure the guys would notice LOLOL

Yeah, we all used to get raging boners from school buses and cars on bumpy gravel roads and riding bikes and anything that caused our pants to rub on our dicks like our pants are jacking off our dicks. We d ride buses to other schools for sports in our uniforms with jockstraps and hardly anything else over them to hide our erections. We d all file out of the bus holding anything we could grab to hide our pulsing cocks in tight football pants. Every football and helmet had a guy holding it over his throbbing crotch all the way to the field or stadium. We all knew it and talked about it openly. Daily school buses were the same. We all knew books and jackets were hiding each guy s boner at his stop when he had to walk the length of the bus. Parading down the bus with his dick right at eye level with everyone along the way, the heads all being inches from his moving, throbbing, heartbeat jumping crowbar in his pants. We d all lean over and say, Damn, I m all boned up ! When we got to our stops. We d all laugh and nod our heads and the guy leaving would adjust his hard dick to point straight up in his pants from whatever contorted position it had snaked into when growing from soft to hard in his pants and underwear. These soft and then lengthening and hardening erections made our dicks get stuck half way through our underwear flies, leg openings, waistbands, creases in our jeans, whatever was caging our raging hard ons. It took some pausing and adjusting as we faced the back of the bus or more often faced our buddies to reach into our pants and haul our squeezed and contorted cocks into a straight up free dick before we walked down the bus and off to freedom from all that rubbing and clothes strangling our growing dicks. It was common for guys to reach down into their pants to pull their cocks free and straight up inside their pants as the bus pulled away and finally all eyes weren t on our throbbing dicks. Guys would say, Why do I always get hardest right before my stop and the walk past all these heads at my crotch level ?

Sports buses were even worse since we usually changed into our team uniforms at school to save time and arrive at the opposing team s school fully dressed to go right onto the field and start playing. All of us riding the team buses and erecting inside jockstraps and hard plastic nut cups that hardly contained our soft dicks as it was. We d all be adjusting our hard nut cups as they trapped and pressed into our growing erections at every wrong and painful angle and pinched off surface. Mostly we had to reach into our tight pants and lift our jock pouches and nut cups completely off to the side of our crotches, freeing our hard dicks in our pants with only thin, see through spandex tightly stretched and perfectly outlining our throbbing dicks. You could see if a man was circumcised or not through most football pants, wrestling singlets, baseball pants, soccer shorts, and other tight sports dick coverings. We d just grin or chuckle and deal with it. As we walked on field and our erections softened, the modesty shields would start to drop away from our crotches like a group action on cue.

[rogerwpbfl (imported)]

Yeah, we all used to get raging boners from school buses and cars on bumpy gravel roads and riding bikes and anything that caused our pants to rub on our dicks like our pants are jacking off our dicks. We d ride buses to other schools for sports in our uniforms with jockstraps and hardly anything else over them to hide our erections. We d all file out of the bus holding anything we could grab to hide our pulsing cocks in tight football pants. Every football and helmet had a guy holding it over his throbbing crotch all the way to the field or stadium. We all knew it and talked about it openly. Daily school buses were the same. We all knew books and jackets were hiding each guy s boner at his stop when he had to walk the length of the bus. Parading down the bus with his dick right at eye level with everyone along the way, the heads all being inches from his moving, throbbing, heartbeat jumping crowbar in his pants. We d all lean over and say, Damn, I m all boned up ! When we got to our stops. We d all laugh and nod our heads and the guy leaving would adjust his hard dick to point straight up in his pants from whatever contorted position it had snaked into when growing from soft to hard in his pants and underwear. These soft and then lengthening and hardening erections made our dicks get stuck half way through our underwear flies, leg openings, waistbands, creases in our jeans, whatever was caging our raging hard ons. It took some pausing and adjusting as we faced the back of the bus or more often faced our buddies to reach into our pants and haul our squeezed and contorted cocks into a straight up free dick before we walked down the bus and off to freedom from all that rubbing and clothes strangling our growing dicks. It was common for guys to reach down into their pants to pull their cocks free and straight up inside their pants as the bus pulled away and finally all eyes weren t on our throbbing dicks. Guys would say, Why do I always get hardest right before my stop and the walk past all these heads at my crotch level ?

Sports buses were even worse since we usually changed into our team uniforms at school to save time and arrive at the opposing team s school fully dressed to go right onto the field and start playing. All of us riding the team buses and erecting inside jockstraps and hard plastic nut cups that hardly contained our soft dicks as it was. We d all be adjusting our hard nut cups as they trapped and pressed into our growing erections at every wrong and painful angle and pinched off surface. Mostly we had to reach into our tight pants and lift our jock pouches and nut cups completely off to the side of our crotches, freeing our hard dicks in our pants with only thin, see through spandex tightly stretched and perfectly outlining our throbbing dicks. You could see if a man was circumcised or not through most football pants, wrestling singlets, baseball pants, soccer shorts, and other tight sports dick coverings. We d just grin or chuckle and deal with it. As we walked on field and our erections softened, the modesty shields would start to drop away from our crotches like a group action on cue.

I never played contact sports. No cup required.

Everything else you said lines up with every ride I've ever had on a bus. On a bike. In a truck. In a car. Pretty much anything that can transfer the onward movement of rubber on pavement to the root in my crotch has been an unwelcome enemy of me. And my good times.

[Chesleyt (imported)]

I thought I was the only one I was so embarrassed my father never told me anything about puberty or sex.