The Tent Pole Effect

I had an interesting experience in church this morning. I selected a pew on the right-hand side of the church that already had a family in it but there was still a space available at the end. The family consisted of a mom and dad and two boys. The boy on the far end looked to be perhaps 10 or 11. The boy now sitting right next to me looked to be like a classic 8th grader, either 13 or 14 years old. Since this was on the right side of the church, my gaze would be to the left to observe the service and that also put this boy, to my left, pretty much in my line of sight.

A little bit into the service I caught him out of the corner of my eye taking his right hand and making a grab or an adjustment to his crotch. Then a few seconds later I saw him do it again. Then, I saw him sort of rest his right hand and arm on his lap, which did not look out of place at all. But then I saw what he was doing. There was a “lump” inside his pants and he was repeatedly squeezing it with his thumb in the side of his forefinger. It then became apparent to me that this boy apparently had gotten an erection and he was quietly taking a little opportunity to enjoy it, right there in church.

Then came a part of the service where we had to stand up. A little bit embarrassingly, as he stood up his little friend did “the tent pole effect”, and he quickly grabbed the front of his pants and pulled them out to allow his thing to find a much more comfortable position inside his shorts. After that, he stood there with both of his hands crossed and over his midsection, half in prayer and perhaps half covering up his little problem.

When we sat back down, it appeared like his little trouser worm had probably gone back to sleep. His spontaneous erection appeared to have now progressed to a spontaneous deflation, with his stiffie probably lasting no more than 7 or 8 minutes. No more grabs, no more pulls or squeezes. Then, later in the service we all stood up to hold hands and pray. My left hand was holding his right hand. Embarrassingly, as the BL that I am, I was distracted from prayer thinking about the young hand I was holding and what I had just watched it doing. Not only that, but I was imagining all the other things he quite likely does with that hand when he’s home and alone. (Maybe that spontaneous erection out in public was his little friend’s reminder to him that he had not yet been exercised and emptied this morning.)