The Rampant Youthful Erection

The following erection reminiscences may not be suitable for delicate minds. I am just repeating stories told to me by an unnamed friend. Any resemblance to actual events is totally coincidental.

The Rampant Youthful Erection

No, I’m not running out of subjects to write about, but now that I’m in my seventies, I can expound on a subject that I would not have considered in my youth.

Erections in adolescents can be embarrassing, frustrating, and confusing. I won’t go as far to say they are life-changing experiences, but nevertheless, it is a subject that has some importance and bears analysis. Sure, I remember my first ones, don’t all boys? I wondered if I was the only one struggling with uncontrolled erections as a seventh grader. What is a kid to do when his teacher tells him, “Straighten up and take your hands out of your pockets.” Or, “When I tell you to stand up, do as I say.” Or, “What’s wrong with you child, what are you playing with in your pocket?”

Teachers are supposed to help their students through hard times and help them grow up. Perhaps my teachers really did, and most of those times when they noticed the bulge in my pants they said nothing. A belated thanks to them if they did. But, for many years I suffered. What the hell was going on with my body?

Why did I always get an erection when I as not able to hide it. It always happened when students were marching out of the auditorium in single file past our teachers? Did other boys have the same problem? It never occurred to me that they did. I never noticed if they had to reach into their pant’s pocket like I did and grab the thing so it would not be so obvious to the teachers. Oh yes, it didn’t matter to me that they were female teachers; I would have been as embarrassed had they been male teachers.

Sex was something I knew little about and cared little about at that tender age. Kissing a girl was a big deal but I had no idea that God had designed the penis so it could become ridged and thereby fit into the some kind of fabled opening between a girl’s legs. It was something beyond my imagination. When I first began to have erections, I had no concept of the connection between those erections and a girl’s vagina. I did not visualize the mysterious sex act nor did I have any concept of masturbation and that it led to orgasm. Maybe other kids were more precocious and knew about such things, but I was a dummy.

Finally, a kid from a tough neighborhood told my friends and me about sex. We were skeptical. It was too far a stretch to think that girls pee and have babies from the same opening between their legs. It was weird, but, it got me thinking.

Getting back to erections and the role they pay on maturing boys, there were many embarrassments to come. My dad never explained things to me, but my mother once noticed an erection peeping out from under my shorts and told me to put it away. I tucked it back in my shorts with annoyance because I had not been aware I had an erection and was embarrassed. I refused to think any more about the event because it was, just too embarrassing.

Then there were all the times when I went to dances and routinely got erections. They were strangely pleasurable, but annoying and so embarrassing that I began wearing a jock strap to dances so as to get that thing under control. My mother somehow noticed that practice, she must have watched me like a hawk and imagined I was up to some perversion that the neighbors would not approve of. That was her golden commandment, “thou shall not do anything that the neighbors would not approve of.” Her son, wearing a jock strap to a dance was more than she could handle. I continued the practice without her knowledge (I think). Mom was a gossip but I could not imagine she would tell the neighbors about her son, but knowing my mom’s passion for gossip, and her lack of control, I could not put that past her.

Youthful erections do not occur with any intention on a child’s part, they had their own volition. They controlled me and not the other way around. I could not figure out why they came and went. Erections arose when I least suspected them. I don’t remember ever triggering them with erotic thoughts. I still can’t figure out why they came when I was out in public, in the school auditorium and even in church.

Boys also have erections while asleep. I remember having erotic dreams at that early age and a few nocturnal emissions, although I did not know what they were at the time. Erections came and went all through grade school and were an annoyance and embarrassment to me. I never asked my friends if they too were so inflicted. It was something we never talked about.

Sometime in the seventh or eighth grade I accidentally had my first orgasm and finally figured out the relationship between erections and orgasms. That first orgasm was more terrifying than pleasurable. What had I done to myself? Did I need to tell my mother something unusual happened and would she have to take me to the family doctor? Very soon I decided that orgasms were OK, and the more the better. When I decided they could do me no harm I set out to set some records and was amazed at my endurance. It was about that time when I discovered that I had some control over erections after all. I discovered a magazine section at the candy store that had pictures of naked women and I finally managed the courage to buy one. I should have known better; my mother quickly discovered and confiscated it. Sex magazines were bad; good boys did not look at them, and what would the neighbors think?

When I was about twelve or thirteen I remember a kid at summer camp who played with his penis openly in front of all the rest of us. He displayed his erection proudly. It was like he was showing off his new pocketknife. He had no modesty. I was embarrassed and annoyed. I felt that he had violated something that should be private. I thought he was a jerk then, and still do today. I felt my penis was something private, so private that I never talked about them in high school even though I often swam naked at boys camp and in the YMCA pool. I guess I was a modest kid in high school. Sex with girls was limited to petting. The rampant erection had to wait impatiently for its day.
Although I wonder how other boys handled erections, I really don’t want to know. Please don’t respond to this blog with observations about your rampant youthful erections because I won’t read them.

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About cgosling

I am a retired medical/scientific illustrator who has given up illustration to write about science, superstition, and secular humanism. I consider myself all of the following: atheist, agnostic, secular humanist, freethinker, skeptic, and nature lover. I have several published books but the mass of my writing is unpublished. I write children's fiction, poetry, essays, and several plays and radio theater shows, that are available as free downloads to be used on secular podcasts and meetings. They can be heard on Indy Freethought Radio. I hope some of my writings will be of interest to like minded freethinkers who I cordially invite to respond.
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