when i reached 8th grade, our school built shower rooms. i dreaded the opening of that thing because at that age, i'd get a hard-on for no reason at all.

when it finally opened, the coach made sure we all stripped, showered, and got back in our street clothes before exiting.

i would get a soft-on, which is worse i think. other guys weren't as lucky and three of the guys in our class were a garanteed woody display. i felt awful for them because they would get razzed by the other guys. the class was cruel in that way.

this one guy who would always get one would loudly argue that he wasn't hard. and that thing would be arcing upward and all springy. if that wasn't hard, i'd sure like to have seen it when it was.