Erection: 55 yrs ago!

When I started college I was only 17. There was a young coach who was very good to me while still definitely being the boss--which I totally respected. One day he asked if I wanted to go for a ride on his motorcycle which i accepted. He was fun and we did a lot of hiking around and really talking but I was still aware he was my superior. It was kind of an odd feeling.

When we got back to college he said the swimming pool was locked but he could get us in and we would swim. I felt a little shy about that but we swam naked and that was ok.

When showering next to each other I got hard a real large hard hard! I was totally ashamed of myself. I do not know what caused it. He oddly asked me if he could help me. I presume he was talking about my hard on. I said no thanks.

Years later I still sometimes think about it. If any guy reads this, I would like their comment.

It appears that he had an alterative motive as he suspected you were gay. You were probably just not ready yet, nor would I have been. We have all done, and not done things, for which we wish we could change, but we can't.

I had a similar experience during a similar situation in a shower together with a good friend. I often wonder what a turn my life would have taken if I had said "OK" and let him help me.

I guess most of us have experienced similar situations that we might better have acquiesced to instead of taking the moral high ground and backing out of because of one or another needless principle we were brought up on and expected to adhere to. It's understandable though to pass up on such situations out of uncertainty, inexperience, being confused or apprehensive. Understandable but also in many cases a shame, because we end up blocking/closing paths we never end up taking in life, causing many long-lasting regrets when older and wiser in the ways of the world

Sometimes I get angered at our elders back then who were surely breaking many sexually social rules of conduct that they expected us to unfailingly adhere to. The bunch of hypocrites that they were.

Sometimes I get angered at our elders back then who were surely breaking many sexually social rules of conduct that they expected us to unfailingly adhere to. The bunch of hypocrites that they were.

It bothers me that they don't remember being kids themselves or pretend they weren't and think how different our lives would be if those things they call "privates" weren't considered to be private but just another part of our bodies.