Hey Fellas, have any of you ever got an erection in public? If so, what did you do to hide it?
"Love all, trust a few, and do wrong to none."
Many times. Usually remained seated or hold a jacket or something in front.
I cannot even count the number of times... isn't that why sport jackets and suits were invented, and long shirt tails?
yeah, a lunch sack, briefcase and such work, but are probably knd of a tip off....
A few times, especially when with a girl.
I either remain seated (if possible) or try and point it down. :P
CuriousJayUK -
CuriousJay means that I have a few things, some concerning certain taboos, I am curious about. Not that I am bi-curious.
Tucking works best, not sure what I would do if I wore boxers!
Okay, another sad but true story from my archive.
Sophomore year of high school, light blue terry cloth shorts, and a penchant for daydreaming about the teacher in math class. Teacher asks me to come to the front, and I need to cover my bulging hard-on with my book. She says nothing, appears not to notice, and no one in class says a word. This happened multiple times, until I just got wise and stopped with the daydreaming and terry cloth gym shorts.
I was horrified, by the way, and truly embarrassed. Not embarrassed enough to stop for a while, though.
A guy thinks of something erotic every 6 seconds. With all of the great looking babes all over today it is impossible to NOT have a raging hard on a few time every day. I usually wear boxers, if anything, so you just have to adjust your lengthy rod down your thigh as best you can. I've also lowered the waist of my boxers to the ridge of my cock to let the elastic pull in the big boy.
I remember this one episode in swimclass during highschool.
I always made up good excuses to not be in the pool, the real reason beeing I couldn't swim.
This guy in class was wearing white bathing shorts going down to his knees and well a flagpole that stood proud.
I had been inspecting it for quite some time before the other girls noticed, I heard when they started giggling about it.
He was never ashamed for things like that, if he was he never showed it. Apart from him wearing red shorts from that day on.
Many many times. I had on pants, why try to hide it at all, it's not like I'd pull it out...
Welcome to the forums of Lush, Daham.
too many times to remember. can be embarrassing sometimes such as when i`m on the beach, when that happens i have to lay on my stomach & thats quite uncomfortable but it takes an age for it to go limp as i wonder what a passing woman would do if she saw my erection. it could of been worse, i could of came in my trunks. now that would of been embarrassing, stranded on a beach with trunks full of cum, how would i be able to explain that?!! intresting post zafia x
Is that your handle, sexplease???
Then: it was cause for embarrassment
Now: it's cause for celebration
Tuckin' works best for.... that and briefs
It becomes a real source of shame when you are with your family elders! You know they generally have this "sex and anything related to sex is the greatest source of shame that one should get bruied alive if he/she does something related!"
And It's a holiday or something, and whole family tree is there, in the same big house. You wake up with a flagpole and you try to make it to the bathroom by using different kinds of camo tactics. Many times I walked backwards, rotating just in the right time to keep my back turned to people, overall effect being something like I was trying to make figure skating. Other tactics involve rolling the blanket or even quilt around myself and act like a superhero - only works in winter and works better if there are some children around that you can amuse by this act.
Sometimes creating distractions also work.
"Hey look! There is a cat in the house! It just went under the sofa!"
[Whooossshh!]
"It ran out! I'm gonna catch it'"
[Slam!]
In the public, it only got too bad for me only once. I dont like wearing shorts but that particular day I wore the damn thing and my opponent was a wondefull girl with a low-cut!
You see it was a chess tournament and we were playing on a glass table! Everytime she was about to make a move she leaned forward, causing another few centimeters of increase in pinocchio's nose. I did my best to hide it, but it seems I couldn't hide my "attempts" to hide it. She noticed the pole, brushed red in an instant, made a few bad moves and resigned in the middle of the game, running for the exit!
It was a disaster! She was playing good and she left the game only because of my timeless hard-on! It was double disaster for me! I left the tournament too. It was the only time that my hard-on unintentionally changed the flow of my life. Maybe she was going to beat me and win the tourney. Or maybe I was going to beat her and win it. But that "apparatus gigantica" found the worst time to awake!
That was just your chess strategy, Arc.
I choose not play the always adviced style of "capture the center!" so I generally open up with moving the pawns in front of knights forward, than moving the bishops there getting a cut at longest diagonals. This is indeed a pseudo-central opening, because when you move kings pawn forward and add the knight to this new square, you are leaning to center quite strongly. However, this aproach has many flaws, weakening my c and f lines - which are quite easy to attack. Yet still I cant give up being a hopeless romantic. This surprises many opponents though, and helps me ruin their balance. Versus the girl,-I cant remember quite exactly but she was the second player in that tourney I faced, and was doing much better than the first kid.(Perhaps because I was playing black and this tac really sucks in B) so she had a good lean onto me. The game was in an exciting position where I lured her bishop into capturing my rook to lock it there with a pawn move and lean to her kingside which was left open without the white diag bishop. (I was behind in material I can remember that - because I thought I was about to loose.)
Every morning on the bus. I usually have my knapsack on my knees.
Absolutely, all the time Zafia. A few years ago it was so difficult to control that I actually, well, you know. First time that happened was in a geography class - and I didn't even like geography. Nowadays it never goes that far, but I often have to tuck it down a leg. I can't say that I even find it embarrasing now if it's seen. After all, if someone sees, then they must have been looking down there.