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Erections I tend to get aroused fairly easily and often. It’s not so much of a problem now that I’m older, probably due to more forgiving cuts in the clothes I wear, plus, I'll admit there has been a decrease in the frequency and duration of my periods of hardness. But when I was younger, it led to a number of embarrassing situations. One in particular was during a drama class in high school. I moved from Idaho to Indiana between my freshman and sophomore years, and due to differing curriculum, ended up in a drama class with all Seniors, including all four Senior<b> cheerleaders </font></b>and most of the Senior class officers. They loved making “spud” the butt of their jokes. Our school didn’t have a stage, so instead of putting on plays, we gave readings at the front of the classroom. It didn’t take long for the<b> cheerleaders </font></b>to figure out that they could give Spud a raging boner if they stretched provocatively while I was in front of the room. As the teacher sat in the front row during our performances, he didn’t see their actions, but I sure could. And it didn’t take much to give me an erection that felt like it would rip my jeans, and which, I was sure, was readily visible to everyone watching. The muted giggles and stares convinced me I was being played, but I was powerless to do anything but grow bigger. The more I thought about it, the longer it lasted. Once, when performing the soliloquy from Cyrano de Begerac, was most embarrassing. The most voluptuous of the<b> cheerleaders </font></b>sat in a position that provided me an unobstructed view of her. About a minute into my performance, she spread her legs wide, giving me a clear view of her crotch, and there were no panties, but lots of curly brown hair. For the naive boy from Idaho, who had never seen female pubic hair before, this led to an instant boner so huge, it forced my zipper open. Not only did I now have this huge bulge, it was covered in white underwear, and against the background of my navy blue Levis, was amazingly obvious. I tried covering it with my sword, my only prop, but that only drew more attention to it. The snickers turned to outright laughter. I tried to soldier on through my monologue, fighting the tears and trying to remember my lines. I was performing so badly that it would have been comical, even without the ghostly white protrusion jutting out from my jeans. When I finished, I ran from the room and hid in a stall in the boy’s room, too embarrassed and angry to even cry. While I sat there in silence, a girl from the class, a large girl, and the only black in the class, came in and talked me out of the stall. She understood what it felt like to be the subject of such taunts. She even made a joke about my “white sword” that made me laugh. In my absence, the teacher uncovered what had led to my “issue”, and upon returning, the cheerleader and all the rest of the students gave me an apology. Things got better in the class after that, and I became friends with most of them. I think they admired the fact that I completed my performance under the circumstances. The cheerleader, who actually lived in my neighborhood, and I also became friends. She hadn’t told anyone that she wasn’t wearing panties, and appreciated the fact that I hadn’t either. Has your body’s arousal ever left you embarrassed? |
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I think it is wonderful that the girl came and talked to you! I need a really great kiss!!
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