In high school my friends and I called it “Nip-rock.” It made sense at the time, I guess, but when I’ve used that expression as an adult I’ve gotten very odd looks. I’ve never been particularly embarasssed by hard nipples - when it happens in public it usually IS because it’s cold, so I always figure I’m probably not the only one. And anyway, people stare at my rack at all the time so it’s not like it makes a difference to me.
OK, I’ve shared enough 
Ive seen guys do real sexy dances with young pretty chicks. The guys don’t get a hard on. I wonder what their secret is?
who was that? teehee. but anyway. my nipples are odd. they get hard even when its hot out for no reason at all. most of my guy friends find this highly entertaining. but hey, they don’t call me casaba melon for nothihng.
Did I say I like fruit?
Well, it happened again.
I was waiting in line at the register to enter the buffet and boing! Though it was involuntary, I sort of “asked for it,” this time.
I was watching people at the buffet getting their food and I saw this attractive young woman with an exceptionally large and beautiful bosom. She was wearing a full top, no skin showing, but that made no difference. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop looking at her, it was like I was looking at the Ark of the Covenant. The instant I saw her “gifts”, the inevitable happened.
I was wearing jersey-material shorts. The same stuff they make sweats from; the worst thing in the world to be wearing when confounded with a woody. To complicate the matter, boxer shorts, underneath. There were a lot of people in line. It wouldv’e been near impossible for someone to not notice. “Bulge” was serious understatement. I couldv’e impaled someone. I didn’t know what to do. I just shoved both hands in my pockets and tried to tuck & hide it. He would not stay restrained. I had to keep him down via hands in my pockets. I went to the restroom and made myself pee to “kill it” and it went away. It tried to come back on the way out of the restroom but I was able to think it away. What a fiasco. Oddly, this seems to always happen at the same restaurant! This makes four times now. lol. I guess whenever I go to eat there, I should start wearing an athletic supporter to keep the man down. LMAO
Usually, if I get a hardon in public, i put my hands into my pockets to adjust it. If that fails, i try to pretend i was “feeling” my pockets and brush my hands over it to move it back to it’s proper place (i wait til I cant see anyone near me usually, or do it quickly). On morning woodys, i notice if I have to go to the bathroom bad, i wakeup with a hardon. Usually I have to go every morning because i’ll actually hold it until I wake up. And for aroused nipples, in middle school we used to call them “THOs”, or “Titty Hard Ons”.
Yeah, Doob, that’s a sure give away. If a guy kisses a woman & then puts his hand[s] in his pocket we know he’s got a hard on.
Is anyone else curious to know where this restaurant is?
90% of the time, I have no problem with my headlights turning on. It usually just means I’m cold, and we’ve all seen plenty of cold breasts poking through shirts in our day. So they’re hard, whoop-de-do. Men usually get a big kick out of it, woman rarely notice it.
BUT, I’m an elementary school teacher. That’s the one place I do not want my nipples at attention. If a cold draft of air wakes up the ladies while I’m in the classroom, just cross my arms across my chestor turn to the chalkboard until everything’s calmed down.
AFAIK, I’ve never seen a man in public with an erection. Well, except my fiancé–and that’s usually because I gave it to him. 