Public Hard-ons

When I was a teenager I would get unintended hard-ons instantly and it could happen in almost any given situation; the class-room, walking down the street, watching an episode of Happy Days. There didn’t have to be anything erotic happening around me, or being discussed, or even lurking in my own mind. Sometimes, for no discernable reason -- Be-Wang-Agagagag -- Major wood! And usually major visible wood

I’m not saying I have trouble getting erect now, I don’t. But it doesn’t just happen by itself when I least expect it. I have some control over my cock’s activities, and I’ve learned how to hide a plumpy when it becomes necessary. The only way I can imagine getting caught tenting is if someone were to walk in on me jacking-off and no one has walked in on me practicing my favorite hobby lately outside of a bathhouse (not since I was 12 and my mother caught me, but that’s another story. I have a close friend who claims there is only one thing to say when someone surprises you whacking. You don’t try to hide what you’re doing, you just look up at them and say, “Oh. I was just thinking about you.”)

I mention Stone Basket because recently I was at my local porn emporium (also known as an Adult Bookstore) browsing through the racks of new DVD releases. I don't buy or rent strokers any more, but I love going to see what's new to check out later on XHamster. And occasionally cruise the arcade. Also at the ABS on this evening was a very nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair, about 30. Not a c***d by any means, an adult, and someone who’d been an adult for quite a while.

I wasn’t cruising him, I just noticed him, noticed he was fairly good looking, and noticed he was looking through the straight movies. The point is, I noticed this guy, but the main thing I noticed about him was the extremely large protrusion bulging down and to the left through his jeans. The guy had a Major Rager happening in his pants. It was stretching the denim enough I could actually make out the shape of his cock's mushroom head. It was impossible not to notice he was hard, he was hung, and he either didn’t know he was showing, didn’t know how to mask it or just didn't care (which would be my favorite option).

He looked through the videos for five minutes or so, without any noticeable softening, and then, not buying anything, departed. Now I have never gotten a hard-on in a porn store -- or at least not while looking through the DVD racks -- Although I have been known to disappear into the arcade area, and what’s happened to my cock there -- well, just use your imagination.

I guess I admire this guy in a way; Springing a stiffy so easily and publicly, and then wearing it with pride. I mean, it’s a Porn Store! We’re all there to find literature (or visuals or toys or attire) to get us hard and get us off. He was just way ahead of the game, and, frankly, what’s wrong with that?

And, did I mention, seeing him browsing with an obviously engorged member was a real turn on? I didn’t get hard in the store myself, but I could have. But when I got home I started thinking about what I’d seen, well, I certainly did then.