Gentlemen, what was your most embarrassing half-mast story?

I was 13, being checked out for growth problems by a female doctor.

She had me lay on the table while in a hospital gown.

She was oldish, salt and pepper hair, large glasses.

She started by listening to my breathing and examining my top half.

As I felt her working her way down, I got the most awkward, instant

tower and apologized. She assured me it was totally normal for my age and that I shouldn't be

embarrassed. She waited a few minutes for things to, uh, calm down. She went under the gown to examine

the size of my stones. She lightly touched my bag and I, uh, ah, finished on her hand. She also said it's normal and I

shouldn't be embarrassed, but I straight up just wanted to die. From that point on, I tickled my pickle

before any more appointments. In grade seven, there was a guy who was supposed to do his

presentation before me. He was sitting beside me in class and then noticed that he was standing at attention, wearing

basketball shorts too.

I offered to go first to give him a moment to sort himself out.

The teacher made a big deal about having to follow the order list on the board, so the

guy got up trying very unsuccessfully to hide it.

The teacher's face dropped when he realized what was going on, but it was too late.

The poor guy got through his presentation,

but the jokes followed him around for years.

The camera passed me in class while I had a random standing stone in high school.

Guess who was on the school news intro rocking a stiff peak every morning for months?

I was on the swim team in middle school.

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