The thing (things) I remember about what some of the more interesting clothing attire that some girls were wearing was tube dresses and no underwear. I vividly remember one whose dress was so shear you could tell she had no panties but did have a bearded crotch and her erect nipples were obvious. I didn't have white pants, fortunately.
Back in the day when I was in high school there was a school dance and I didn't have a "steady girl friend." So I was free to dance with any girl who wasn't going steady with a guy. In those days a basic dance was a modified waltz ( I think that was what it was called) The guy had one hand and arm around the waist of the girl, and holding her holding her close, Well. big boobs were a real turn on for me. She was fairly short but really stacked. You can see where this going. Those big boobs rubbing against me made Mr Happy spring to attention. When the dance music stopped and I walked her back to her table I could either bend forward trying hide that bulge or I could stand up straight. I stood up straight hoping no one would see it. That didn't work. But I think my blazing RED face distracted a few, those who weren't laughing. I suppose now no one would even notice a dance-floor hardon.
... in front of the class in 11th grade. I don't recall what gave me the hard-on; at that age it didn't take much of anything (damn, another thing wasted on the young!). Fortunately, I was wearing briefs and took a notepad with me, which I think hid the bulge. At least, I didn't notice any snickers or odd expressions from the class. Whew.
You got that right !!!
when white pants on guys were fashionable? I had a couple of pair. One prank of my then-girlfriend (now ex) was to whisper dirty things in my ear as we walked through shopping malls, etc. There's no hiding a raging hard-on in tight white pants.
The thing (things) I remember about what some of the more interesting clothing attire that some girls were wearing was tube dresses and no underwear. I vividly remember one whose dress was so shear you could tell she had no panties but did have a bearded crotch and her erect nipples were obvious. I didn't have white pants, fortunately.
White pants also. Slow dance with one of thee best looking girls in my junior high. I called it the 4 minute hug dance. Cause all we did was hug and go in a circle for four minutes very, very close together. In the middle of the song, boom, boner. I know she felt it. And then limped away.
Last term of grad school, showed up for a job interview at a big big company. Waiting nervously, interviewer was very late. Finally had to pee and didn't want to have a problem during the interview, so I hit the men's room. Washing my hands, trying to be quick, I splashed water down the front of my pants in the fly area. A lot of water. Snuck back to the waiting room and sure enough immediately was called into the interview. It was summer and I had no coat or anything else to hide the prominent wet stains. Guy was sitting behind his desk staring at me as I crossed his large room to the interview seat. Felt like a fucking loser, and apparently came across as one because I did not get an offer. PS got another great job somewhere else where I did not come across as a piss-ant.
PS you know the joke about a Harvard guy and a Yale guy in the mens room? Yale guy finishes first and starts to head out the door. Harvard guy calls out "Hey why don't you Yale guys wash your hands?" Response: "Because we Yale guys don't piss on our fingers."
It's be more sanitary if you had.
And truth be told, it's true.
I spent much of my time in High school daydreaming particularly of one very mature blonde with whom I shared some classes. As a result it was often awkward if not impossible to get up from my desk at the end of class without revealing my 'condition'. Apparently not much has changed all these years later as one day not long ago I visited my ATF for a wonderful session and later that afternoon went to the gym. You probably know where this is going already but after I finished working out I went into the showers. As I washed, my mind wandered back to earlier that day and I found myself in a potentially embarrassing state. I spent the next five minutes facing the back corner of the shower while I recited the national anthem in my head over and over until the aforementioned state was no longer.
Give proof thro' the night that your flag was still there.