Boner Boy

Everyone thinks I’m gay, but I’m not. It’s just that I erect easily.

It started in high school on one of the first days of high school. Our school was in an old-timey building with open showers, no separate stalls for each kid. After practice, we’d all get naked together. It’s no big deal for most guys. But for me, just being naked, and my boner sprung up. That was so routine for me that I didn’t think anything about it. I always got erect when naked. But looking around at the other guys, I noticed no one else was erect.

That was the first time I was embarrassed about my body, my erection. And, I was really, really embarrassed! To the credit of all the other boys, no one said anything. I was expecting at least some tittering, if not outright joking or even name calling, like, “Look who’s gay!”

In my circle, ‘gay’ was the worst thing. Worse than being a geek, worse than being stupid. Worse probably than going to school naked or something. Why, I don’t know. There’s nothing wrong with being gay. I have a good friend who is gay, and two wonderful lesbian women live next door. But at the time, it was considered a horrible thing, for some sort of nameless reasons.

My feeling of embarrassment carried me through the rest of the day. Every time I saw one of the gym boys in another class or in a hallway, I couldn’t even make eye contact. I could only imagine what they were thinking about me. In fact, my embarrassment and shyness lasted for more than a week. And, wouldn’t you know it, I had another gym class, and the same fucking thing happened. There I was with an uncontrollable boner, and nothing I could do about it. At first I tried to hide it, like turn to face the wall, hold a towel in front of myself, but I quickly gave up, knowing that only made the problem more obvious.

The next Monday, in the gym showers, I boned up immediately once again. Just to make matters worse, the more my boner concerned me, the harder it became. It was a full on, super-erect throbbing boner!

Then something happened that changed everything: One of the boys came up to me between classes. He was a taller kid with a wry look, and evidently quite popular, since every time I had seen him in the hallways and outside the school there were a couple of girls hanging around him. He said to me in sort of a whispered conspiratorial voice, “Dude, that was so cool seeing you flashing your boner around like that.”

His statement certainly gave me food for thought! I jerked off that very afternoon after school, not thinking about naked women as I usually do, but somehow about him, with his hairy crotch in the showers, looking at me. I hadn’t actually seen him checking me out, but in my imagination he was. In my imagination, he also grew a boner. That was enough to set me off ejaculating all over the place.

Let’s fast forward a bit. Half way through the school year, I was one of the popular kids. Me! I’m only average height, or maybe a little less. I was skinny, and had very little hair on my body. My dad said I’d grow into it. He told me he was the same way at my age. Yet, people gathered around me. Oh, yes, I was still getting boners in the showers. Nothing else. I didn’t talk abut sex, and certainly didn’t have sex with anyone, but thinking back on it, that business of getting hard in front of all the boys evidently set off some sort of celebrity status.

Now, the one thing that sort of bothered me back then was that at least a half-dozen outspokenly gay boys came on to me. I was the recipient of a surprise kiss attack in a hallway one time. I had very inappropriate propositions, and some of these guys would follow me around, send me notes, and things like that.

At one point, I broke down, and did trade blowjobs with a boy who wasn’t too outrageously feminine in his appearance and style, and it wasn’t horrible. Truth be told, I rather liked it. Who knew that I’d enjoy the taste of cum?

Girls too. There were the obviously slutty ones, and I was polite but kept my distance. I’ve always been attracted to the kind of second-level girls. These would be the ones who might be somewhat heavyset, or maybe their hair was too curly, or they wore glasses, but they’re oh so intelligent, and oh so polite! And, as I was to soon find out, oh so appreciative of a passionate kiss, or maybe a mutual masturbation session. I don’t know why, maybe it was that my parents drilled it into me, or maybe it was fear of STDs or something, but I just didn’t want to fuck these girls.

All was well. With every single girl I ‘dated’ – and they weren’t really dates, but more like sexual get-togethers, they were absolutely thrilled with me fingering them, or licking them to orgasms. Especially if I worked a finger into their rectums. They loved that, and often orgasmed more from the anal fingering than the attention to their clits.

Since that time, I’ve grown up, married, have two little kids, and have a regular wank buddy (who’s also married with kids). Yes, my wife knows, and she’s fine with it. She says if I ever so much as look at another woman, she’ll throw me out in an instant, but I can get all masturbatory with guys, and that’s OK in her book.

Well, here’s the thing. Every time I’m in any sort of public nude situation, like a nude beach, or our club’s annual naked square dance, or just changing clothes at the Y after exercise, I still get a boner. But now, it doesn’t embarrass me. I’m proud of it. I love walking in front of the other people with my rock-hard penis waving in the wind.