Once, when I was 12, I copped a hard-on at school, during history class. This was actually pretty common for me, except this time it happened right before the bell rang and everyone was getting up to leave for home. I sat at my desk until all the other kids had left, but my history teacher was still sitting at her desk, looking at me, wondering why I hadn’t left. She asked me if something was wrong and I said no, but my face was beet red. She got up, closed the door to the classroom, and then walked over...
