My biggest fear in middle school was that I'd get sport wood in the communal showers and then get a vicious and possibly well deserved naked beat down and have my name passed around in a perverse legend status.
After all, there already was a guy "Spanky" that got walked in on in a toilet stall while he was flogging his dolphin to a Wonder Woman comic book.
Were I to get wood in the showers around dudes, nobody would even care about Spanky any more. Even Spanky would talk shit about me.
I couldn't control when or what caused my boners back then - I would picture this one ugly girl puking - that would make them go away sometimes.
Now I could probably take a shower with the Swedish Bikini Team and not get wood without chemical enhancement.
I broke something on multiple levels.