High School Cross Country Running Team Erections

There are 14 of us on the cross-country running team. After we run, we strip off our clothes and hit the showers. In our school, the shower room is a large open area just off the locker room with shower heads all along three walls. I've always worried about getting an erection in there. I mean, the other guys would go crazy. They'd say I'm gay, they'd tell everyone else in the school that I got a woodie, I don't know what-all. Until last week, it's never happened. I didn't get a hardon in the shower, and no one else did either. But I have to say, I really put energy into staying soft, especially at the beginning of the year when showering together was new to us, and I think all the other guys did, too. Later on, it became easier to not have an erection, and so I paid the situation less attention. Well last Tuesday, after the run, we had taken our clothes off, and we were messing around, snapping dry towels at each other. Dry towels are OK, because unless you work at it, you can't snap them hard enough to hurt anyone. As I was trying to snap Paul, I turned around, and Jerome's snap, which had been aimed at my butt, accidentally caught my prick. Oh, it didn't hurt, but it felt kind of, well, interesting. It kind of woke up my prick. And then the worst thing in the whole wide world started to happen. My prick started to harden. I immediately turned toward the lockers, but it was too late. Jerome saw me turn, and that gave it away. He knew exactly what I was hiding. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, loudly alerting the other guys to my condition which by then was already sticking almost straight up. Everyone stopped the towel snapping and what-not, and the place was dead silent for a moment. Then all the guys started doing exactly what I was so worried they'd do - they all started commenting laughingly, and somewhat jeeringly, "Hey, Miguel has a hardon," "Miguel, I didn't know you were gay!" "Miguel, really?" "Miguel, what a cowboy!" And here's the crazy thing. As they were all carrying on and kidding me, my prick didn't go soft. It got harder. But crazier than that, and something that I didn't notice right away, Anton's penis hardened also. And Paul's was sticking straight out and slightly up. Within the next few minutes, probably about 8 of us had full erections. One guy, Phil, was actually stroking himself a little bit. The coach came in at that point, took one look around, didn't say a word, and went back into his office. That changed the mood. Oh, I don't really know what the mood was, or what it was going to become. I mean, I'd really like to know what would have happened next. Instead, we all went into the showers as our erections subsided, we duly dried off, put our clothes back on, and left. During the first part of my next period class, French, my prick hardened up again in my pants. It was no problem hiding it, because I was sitting down, but it was uncomfortable, and I was remarkably horny. I had to rub one out. I excused myself from class, and holding my book in front of my crotch in a way that I hoped didn't look unusual, I slipped out and into the bathroom. I got in a stall, and wanked myself to a quick and strong orgasm. I'll bet all the other guys on the team did something similar. On Thursday, I had a really hard time even going to the gym to change for running. What was going to happen? It might be terribly embarrassing. It might be exciting. I couldn't figure out in advance what would happen. I guess some of the other guys were concerned also, because only 11 of us showed up that day. Running went well. Then, in the locker room, we stripped as usual. There was some joking and fooling around, but you could tell everyone was kind of nervous. The coach wasn't there. Was he allowing us to do whatever might happen? Or was he not there for anther reason, like a meeting or something? You're wondering what happened, aren't you? Well I can't tell you. OK. Just kidding. Nothing happened. And that's the truth. I think all the guys were waiting for someone else to initiate something, and no one did. No one got erect. No one even mentioned Tuesday. And that's my story - so far.