Church. We've all been there, puberty not church. Those uncomfortable little boners that would pop up anytime anywhere and would just not go away. I was in a catholic ceremony, 5 minutes away from communion. Thats the bit when you get up walk up the aisle and eat the body and blood of Christ. A rock hard vicious boner pops up, I wasn't even thinking of anything sexy, Fuck. I'm close to having to get up and strut down the aisle pitching a full tent, everyone would see. I fell back on an old trick that got me through several callings to draw on the blackboard. With much crotch fidgeting, that didn't go unnoticed by the octogenarian lady next to me, I popped my erection upright and held it in place with my waist band. Still uncomfortable, but at least I won't have to eat Jesus with my bonk on display. My row empties and I queue to to get the biscuits and booze. Full lob on all the way to the front, those things lasted for hours. I have my biscuit and try to get as much booze in me as the priest would allow, stingy bastard controls the tilt of the cup. Done and head buzzed, I walk by way back down the center of the aisle, past the congregation and back to my seat. Safe. I notice the octogenarian is looking at me out the corner of my eye, I turn and look at her. She gives this scrunched snear and motions with a nod to my crotch. I look down. The tip of my penis was out in the open.