Anyone get caught with a hardon they could not cover up for whatever reason?
Years ago, I worked at a commuter airline in San Jose. One day one of my coworkers was freeballing in a pair of snug khaki cotton slacks. He was sitting on a baggage cart just outside the ground level lounge area when it was his time to direct the turboprop plane out of the ramp area. When I looked out he was standing about 30' in front of the plane, earmuffs on, flashlight wands in hand, with a hardon blatantly protruding off to the side and slightly downward.
:smile:. He was only about 50' from me and I could see it so clearly. I could see the whole length (about 6-7 inches) with it's slight upward curve and the rather pronounced ridge of his cockhead. A couple of years later I found out he was uncut so his foreskin must have pulled back to make the ridge stand out.
He had no choice but to stand there in all his glory waiting for run up and then to direct the plane out. Not only did the pilots get an eyeful but so did the left side passengers as the plane turned out. The wind from the props pressing on his clothes didn't do anything to diminish it either. I just gawked as he walked (sorta limped) towards the door and right past me. It's was pretty intense. Neither one of us said anything but I sure wish I had! ;-)
One summer during high school I had an occasion one day to be freeballing in a pair of tight gym shorts and had to locate something in the attic above the garage. I was standing on the pull down ladder and rummaging around just inside the opening and was visible from the waist down. I don't remember why but I got a massive hardon while digging around and it showed in my shorts and I was absentmindedly grinding against the metal support brace.
Unbeknownst to me, a buddy walked into the garage and was standing below me just out of sight taking in the view. He could see my entire package balls and all as my dick was causing the shorts to strain out and away. It almost came out from under my shorts. I had my hands full when I started backing down the ladder and found him standing there with a cheshire grin on his face. I was so dumbounded at getting caught that I just froze in place several steps above the floor. Mike just stood there and looked from my face to my crotch and back again. I'm not much of a fast thinker but in that instance I blurted out "like what you see?" and continued down the last steps and into the house. He followed me in snickering and made some comment to the effect "You'd better take care of that!". We eventually did.
Years ago, I worked at a commuter airline in San Jose. One day one of my coworkers was freeballing in a pair of snug khaki cotton slacks. He was sitting on a baggage cart just outside the ground level lounge area when it was his time to direct the turboprop plane out of the ramp area. When I looked out he was standing about 30' in front of the plane, earmuffs on, flashlight wands in hand, with a hardon blatantly protruding off to the side and slightly downward.
:smile:. He was only about 50' from me and I could see it so clearly. I could see the whole length (about 6-7 inches) with it's slight upward curve and the rather pronounced ridge of his cockhead. A couple of years later I found out he was uncut so his foreskin must have pulled back to make the ridge stand out.He had no choice but to stand there in all his glory waiting for run up and then to direct the plane out. Not only did the pilots get an eyeful but so did the left side passengers as the plane turned out. The wind from the props pressing on his clothes didn't do anything to diminish it either. I just gawked as he walked (sorta limped) towards the door and right past me. It's was pretty intense. Neither one of us said anything but I sure wish I had! ;-)
One summer during high school I had an occasion one day to be freeballing in a pair of tight gym shorts and had to locate something in the attic above the garage. I was standing on the pull down ladder and rummaging around just inside the opening and was visible from the waist down. I don't remember why but I got a massive hardon while digging around and it showed in my shorts and I was absentmindedly grinding against the metal support brace.
Unbeknownst to me, a buddy walked into the garage and was standing below me just out of sight taking in the view. He could see my entire package balls and all as my dick was causing the shorts to strain out and away. It almost came out from under my shorts. I had my hands full when I started backing down the ladder and found him standing there with a cheshire grin on his face. I was so dumbounded at getting caught that I just froze in place several steps above the floor. Mike just stood there and looked from my face to my crotch and back again. I'm not much of a fast thinker but in that instance I blurted out "like what you see?" and continued down the last steps and into the house. He followed me in snickering and made some comment to the effect "You'd better take care of that!". We eventually did
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