Lol, just found this thread.
True story. The first real date I went on, when I was 15, involved a two hour movie, where my really hot older date (all of 16. lol) held my hand, stroked my leg and we made out a little. Afterward, as I was taking her home, we went to the park across the street from her house and made out for another hour (but I didn't even try to cop a feel, I was too scared. lol) . I think I had wood for 5 hours straight.
On the way home on the streetcar, I was convinced my appendix was going to burst. I stumbled home, rolled around on the bed because my nuts hurt, then tried, unsuccessfully, to jack off. I think I was sobbing while I was doing it. Remembering that still makes me laugh.