Good thread. MEE’s were a big problem for me the first year or two of high school. They aren’t so bad for me nowadays, but the worst ever came at the beginning of this last summer.
My girlfriend and all her friends were graduating, and this was their first day of freedom. She picked me up from school and took me to the beach for a big bonfire. I hadn’t planned on going out into the water, mainly because I don’t really like the water or the beach, but she coaxed me into going anyway. All I had besides pants were my gym shorts, so I just wore those.
Bad. Idea.
I get out into the water and it is freezing cold. Needless to say, I was about as far from an erection as one can get. The SO notices this and decides to try to turn me on while we are out splashing in the waves and whatnot. She can be very sexy in her swimsuit, so her plan succeeds in spades. Then we get bored and decide to go back to dry land. As I walk out of the water I notice that the adhesive properties of water had transformed my baggy gym shorts into anatomically-correct speedos. My MEE has suddenly become the business of everyone that stupidly decided to enjoy the beach on the first day of summer.
The SO rushes back into the water, and we plan our escape. Just then, all her friends decide to come out to the water also. I feel that death is near. I send the SO to our stuff to grab me a towel. When she comes back I sprint to her and wrap myself up. I am home free.
Later, one of her friends comments, “I think the reason Stephen was acting so strange earlier was that the gym shorts made it seem like he was wearing nothing at all.” Fueled by embarassment and bewilderment that she didn’t use any wit or sarcasm in her remark, I pointed out that everyone could see her nipples through her bikini then I ran off to the bathrooms to change.
I remember in class (10th grade I think) PLEASE GOD don’t let her call on me!! NO! I wasn’t ever Called on but I remember another student being called on to come to the board (no pun) and him saying “I can’t!”
Teacher immediately called on someone else. Bless her heart.
And yes, whackin’ the base of the johnson is a trick (female) nurses use, (with a big frown) or so I’m told.
Much like MaceMan, I’m also 27 and still get random ones all the time. Normally, though, no one’s around when they happen or I’m sitting or I manage to “think them down.”
It was far worse in HS. I’d get them so often that I’d have 'em at the end of class and have to get up and walk to my next class with one. THAT’S the worst. I attempted to conceal by pushing it all the way up against the skin in hopes that it wouldn’t show through the pants, but I’m certain that it didn’t work very well. I believe I had a little reputation among the class after all that, mainly because it KEPT happening!
A couple of Valentine’s Days ago, I went to the flower shop to buy my wife some flowers. I knew that she had bought some fun things recently and had a pretty good idea she planned to wear 'em on Valentines. So I was thinking about that when I was buying her flowers. Not really fantasizing, just a happy reverie kinda thingie, and then as I walked out the door this woman who was coming in was wearing this big grin. Kinda of an almost-laughing grin. Then I got out to the car and sat down, and figured out why. I mean, a guy walking out of a flower shop on the day before Valentine’s with a boquet in his hand and a popup in his trousers. Told a story, that’s for sure.
Ok, sure. It was 12th grade, and we were reading “MacBeth.” One of my classmates had been a goodie-goodie, apple-polisher and all around brown-noser for his entire school career, and he was one of the people picked to stand and read with one of our female classmates. Two of the girls watching disolved into giggles, but my friends and I couldn’t figure out why…until they pointed his pointer For the rest of the year he was teased mercilessly for his enthusiasm for the Bard’s works.
Reading some of these stories, I can’t quite understand how a guy wouldn’t notice something like that, but…
I was sitting on a male friend’s lap in college (college dorm rooms, lack of sitting space, so I “found” a space on his lap), and he had a “popup” while I was there. I noticed, he knew I just had to notice, but I wasn’t bothered. I ended up ditching the guy that I was in a (not very decent) long-distance relationship with, and hooked up with him; we’re married now.
This thread is like a gold mine. I’m sorry, but I’m here laughing my ass off.
I, being a girl, don’t have a personal story, but I have one of another guy.
At school we did “The sound of music” for the play. Since we’re an all-girls school, we recruited another guy to play the Captain. I was of the Von Trapp children for my part.
Well, the captain was a college boy- about 21. Except he was GROSS. He was weird looking, and majorly BALDING, even at 21. Nasty guy who wore sweat pants a lot too. We all knew he had a major crush on the girl who played Maria. Well, one day in practice he was practicing the love scene with Maria and the girl who played Elsa started busting up laughing and looking ill at the same time. She just pointed to the Caption’s sweat pants, which were up a few inches above his ankles- he had a MAJOR boner.
And the worse part was, since I was playing his child, that it was the part in the play when I had to run in and hug him!!! So gross!!! I was never the same again, ICK!
Merla
8th grade end-of-year trip to to this resort which had, among other things, a pool. I spent some time hanging around with this group of girls by the pool, and they spent quite a bit of time making fun of mine, which wouldn’t go down even when I kept going back in the heated pool. You know, I could have made jokes back at the ring leader of them, who had a large amount of pubic hair sticking out from her bathing suit (which was probably the cause of it in the first place), but I didn’t…even after I was still hearing “his pokey is perky!” jokes up through middle school graduation.
7th grade, worlds smallest classroom. 40 desks in said classroom.
It was always really hard to respect someones personal space in that room because we were all so damn scrunched together, anyway, the one boy in the class who I was madly in love with happened to be standing with his back up against the wall while talking to his friend.I walk by him and I swear that it was an accident, I brushed up against his nether regions for less than a second but I could tell that his tent was fully pitched if you catch my drift. I didnt really care, I knew at the time that boys were going through puberty just as we were, but he was really embarrassed and blushed every time he was sitting, standing, or breathing anywhere near me for the rest of the year.
Went to a nude beach at the instigation of a fairly adventurous girlfriend of mine. No problem. We’d been at the beach with naked babes all round us, and my naked gf alongside me, and no signs of an EE at all. Not even any thoughts about it. But then we decide we are going to have a swim and as we got up to walk to the water, damn it all if I don’t suddenly think “gee I hope I don’t get an erection”
So the contrary little bastard decides of course that is his cue to make matters difficult. What started as a stroll towards the water became a brisk walk (the joggling of course making matters worse) and ended up virtually as a run as I tried to make it to the water before things totally out of hand.
I was in my sister’s wedding and was matched up with her new husband’s brother as my escort (he was an usher). We had to do the bridal party dance and he was hard as a rock, desparately trying not to show it, but unable to help it, since we were slow dancing. I thought he was going to die. He still has trouble looking me in the eye. I thought it was funny ::shrug:: Hey, it’s just a woody, and if it was about me then I’m flattered.
For the rest of the year he was teased mercilessly for his enthusiasm for the Bard’s works.