My grandfather ran a hunting camp in north Florida. It was an exclusive camp, most of the members were 60 to 70. Retired doctors, dentists, lawyers, etc. I began working there when I was 18. The hunting was Friday-Sunday. Friday night they all met and told stories. Saturday morning it was a deer drive with dogs and around 3 pm we would put everyone in deer stands and pick them up after 7. Sunday was the same. My job was to work the dogs in the morning, serve lunch, and take the hunters to the tree stands in the afternoon. I had to sit in the deer stand with some of the older gentlemen who needed help climbing the steps to the stand. You had to be silent for hours, so I would bring magazines to read. I usually brought a motorcycle magazine.
The men would usually bring something to read as well. One day an older guy named Louie, who was in his mid 60's, brought a playboy magazine. I was very intrigued, sneaking glances at the pictures as he turned the pages. He caught me looking and offered me the magazine. He had another playboy and started reading it. Soon I had a hard on and you could easily see it by the way my jeans tented. I noticed he had the same issue, but we did not speak about it.
This became a routine over the next few weeks. I regularly tried to push my hardon down to get rid of it, but the more I tried the harder I got. Louie noticed, and told me it was nothing to be embarrassed about, it was totally normal. He made a show of pushing his hardon down as well. So I relaxed and did not worry about having a hardon in front of him.