With summer was just around the corner one or two stops at the shore shack per week to try on swimsuits. Rustic thrift store style shop always had a few new styles, but the constant supply of rayon with artsy prints and designs kept me coming back. I’ll share this with you about the fitting room. Bamboo walls with see through spaces between the each post was intentional or drying of the boards was responsible. I did not care about why, and the fact that to try on swimsuits getting totally naked was a must. This made thing more interesting for me. Located in the middle of the store I could sometimes have a moment of eye contact along with lengthy searching through the racks within a few away I see them taking extended looks at my erection that was extra rigid and clearly visible, adding fuel to , it was amazing.
On another visit I gathered some things to try on with and was already feeling a hardon in anticipation. Something was different about the curtain this time. It was not the fact that it was 4 inches short in width. The gap in the curtain is what other store customers would peer through to get a good look at my boner, kind of confirming that what they were seeing through the stick walls was actually a real throbbing boner. What has changed since last week? The length of the curtain has been shortened, (to be continued)
I went to the beach at dawn and got naked behind this tall bush at the edge of the sand. I rolled up my tee-shirt with my elastic waisted swimming trunks and tossed them out of sight. Being naked outdoors is the ultimate of turn-ons, the risk of being seen this morning exists. I have the fantasy about walking naked in public and being observed. Without hesitation, I walk slowly to the beach with one hand reaching down touching myself. The more distance I put to my clothes the more excited I become. My penis
throbs, a hot heavy feeling fills my groin. The buzz of arousal senses heightened by my nakedness. Newly installed poles near the volleyball courts was where I was headed. About Half way to the water’s edge a cool breeze, along with ocean mist on my naked body completely out in the open without my clothes felt amazing . My rock hard penis jiggle with each step. I fondled myself , pre-cum flowed onto my palm. I glanced around to see if any new people had arrived on the beach. If anyone has noticed that I am naked. Not likely, A long and wide beach, lots of room, 100 feet wide 1/4 mile long. Hiding in plain sight? .I guess. This is the perfect pole, just the right thickness and tall enough to get off the ground. I reached up grabbed the pole as high as possible. Opening my legs the pole firmly against my pubic area squeezing my thighs together pulling myself upwards with thighs clamped together. My penis jumped as it made contact with the chilled pole. I adjusted my grip and positioned myself into the same way I had done before. My hard penis always to the right of the pole. I began slowly climbing the pole with my thighs squeezing together in a precise rhythmic motion like always. I am really just clinging to the pole at this point continuing but keeping stress on my arms. It feels so awesome to be naked outside like this. A few minutes pass before I start to feel something in my abdomen, that fluttering sensation. Now I am chasing that feeling I know will come if I concentrate and work through the fatigue I now feel in my arms and hands. I start to gasp and breathe hard as I intensify my efforts, and speed up my thighs rhythmic motions and subtle humping action on the pole. A quick scan of the beach, I see some joggers coming my way . Most likely they will follow the wet sand . The beach is usually deserted this early in the morning. Today was different. My first thought is to run to my clothes, but, I was starting to get the sensation deep inside me. In the throes of passion, I was unaware how much the situation had changed. I was in the zone , the point of no return. So close to cumming I can not stop. Even the fatigue in my arms and hands do not stop me, I continue. I squeeze my thighs together with a frenzied pace. On the edge, I continue with my eyes closed causing me to lose track of the two female joggers . The sound of the ocean waves drown out their chatter until I hear , “what the fuck, he’s naked”, snickering turning to laughter what is he doing on that pole? hearing only whispers . Now walking straight towards me they approach within 20 or 30 feet then silence. At this stage of the climb nothing seems to be more important that finishing what i started. Even after hearing people near me I kept it up. My eyes are still closed, as I was set in wave after wave of pleasure rolled up from inside my core , my whole body is in a full climax. An incapacitating pleasure with each contraction , ejaculating hot fluid far distances, landing on the sand . I was being laughed at while I was cumming. Not until the last wave of pleasure passes do I slide down. humiliated.
Yesterday my drawing group had a new model he had never posed nude before. He acted very nervous and maybe a little scared. I think he thought he would be posing for just one artist not six. Anyway after a few minutes he got an erection. I asked if he was ok or if he wanted to take a break to calm down. He asked what we wanted him to do one of the other women said she would prefer him to hold the pose, so he did and he calmed down but throughout the session he would occasionally lose control and his erection would return. After the class, the six of us went for lunch and one of the women said I don’t know about the rest of you but did some great drawings this morning and loved every minute when our model was aroused. Basically we all agreed with her, drawing the models erection had added an additional dynamic to all our drawings. Any way we decided we want to do it again some Saturday, not by chance with a new model but actually schedule a male to pose with an erection.
There were 2 vertical steel poles 12 feet tall, part of the jungle gym installed by workers over the summer. The same summer I discovered something very interesting can happen to my body when climbing a pole to the point of exhaustion, and more. The best orgasm ever so intense and long-lasting, it is overwhelming. Of course the new poles were my new interest at recess. Trying to have one of the orgasms while in the midst of everyone. It was not a sure thing, because I would have to monopolize one of the poles and if I did have a pole to myself I would have to mask what I was doing out of fear that I would be outed. It did not take long for that to happen, when recess was close to ending I was eagerly working the pole trying to get the start of the feeling that can lead to orgasm. A slow process and once the faint tingle inside begins it is difficult to stop the pursuit. I was at the top of the pole with the tingling feeling just beyond reach but I was now what I call the point of no return. The reward is close causing a frenzied determination. The problem was the bell had sounded and I was now the only one still on the playground. I was in a panic but the priority was how to get to the orgasm I was closing in on. I squirmed while clinching the pole trying to focus. Then I see the classroom door open of which I am absent and I hear the teacher calling my name after the students poured out around the doorway pointing at me. There he is still out there on the pole, I heard on student shout out. I stayed on the pole till it happened meanwhile being watched by my classmates and teacher. Inthrawled, so intense, the pleasure, I clung to the pole , I was not thinking about the consequinces. She called my name again, and my classmates echoed with chatter. I could not slide down until the orgasm I was having subsided. Frustrated, the teacher started walking towards me I slid down and ran in the classroom with penis still rock hard.