A few years back, I knew a young friend who suffered from “embarrassment erections.” He was a nice, clean-cut kid, but he had this problem, so that every time he felt embarrassed or anxious, his dick would get stiff. It showed right through his pants — boy, did it show, because he had a big, fat one.
The first time this happened, we were in class, where we had seats assigned next to each other at the same double desk. It was the day of the midterm exam, and my friend was nervous, I could see it. He said something about thinking he hadn’t studied enough, and as the instructor started handing out the test papers, I happened to look down and I saw that Scotty had a massive boner. I could see it was poking up behind his belt and the head was close to peeking out between the buttons of his shirt. Of course, my reaction was immediate, and soon my hard-on was totally stiff too.
Now, I didn’t get erections from being embarrassed, but I get what I call sympathetic or contagious erections; that is, if I see that a guy has an erection, my cock gets stiff too.
Scotty’s boner didn’t go down throughout the 45 minutes we had to do the exam. Every time I looked, it was still poking up barely behind his shirt; in fact, there was a big wet spot where precum had leaked out, and it really showed. When the teacher came by to pick up the papers, I could see an alarmed look on his face as he bent down from behind us to pick up our papers.
When class was over, I put my hand on Scotty’s arm before he stood up from his chair and whispered into his ear, “Dude, you’ve got precum stains on your shirt. Hold your notebook over it till we can get to the men’s room.” Immediately, he flushed red, and as we were getting up, I could see very clearly that I had embarrassed him, because the boner thing was happening all over again.
“Dude, yo,” I whispered, “You gotta stop that, ‘cuz it’s giving me a big hardon when you do it.”
“Can’t help it,” he muttered, and then shot me a look when he realized what I’d said about my own stiff rod. “Come with me. We can’t go into the men’s room here, or this fucker will never go down, ‘cuz I’ll be embarrassed there too, in case anybody comes in and sees it. Let’s go to my car, and I’ll go to my place and I’ll change clothes.”
As we got into the car, he started to explain about how when he felt anxious or embarrassed... but I cut him off, “Yeah, I know...your very noticeable big fat dick gets all stiff and leaks like fuck... and when I see that on another guy, mine does the same...”
He laughed. “Bro, no... you’re kidding!”
“Nope, cross my heart, I'm serious as hell.”
“Well, if you see me get out of these precum-soaked skivvies, it’s all gonna happen again...”
And it did, and we both gave up and got naked and jerked off together. We ended up going for a long time, and finally both spewed huge ropes of flying jism. He was so embarrassed that his dick boned up again within minutes, and his cock was so stiff that soonI got hard too. After the second jizz-off, we both kind of settled down.
He didn’t get much better at controlling his anxiety boners, and I got very used to reacting quickly. Once, in a bar, it even poked out between the buttons of his shirt a bit, and I had to drape a napkin over it.
I also got used to seeing his dick hard and leaking, both in and out of his pants. I’d come over, and he’d be putting some precum-stained skivvies or shirts or chinos in the washer, and he’d blush and get a big fat hardon, and... well, you know...
