Summer break had arrived. Shooting some hoops on the backyard court often my interest would shift to the chin up bars and poles. Messing around, climbing and doing pull-ups as cover of the my true intentions. That was before I was caught climbing the pole naked. A 1 minute walk to the local school is where the poles were. Tether ball poles, volleyball poles, the poles at the swing set worked just right. As long as I could climb them, I could repeat the magic. Choosing which pole was not easy. No thicker than two and half inches, located near building or tree and bushes. Quick return to where my clothes lay. Take off my clothes behind a wall or building. This gave me an instant erection. Not a soul in site. The first step out in the open naked feels so naughty and I loved it. I make my way out to where the pole was , much further than it looked. Reaching high grab hold , and start climbing very slowly while clamping my thighs together repeatedly, squeezing my erection further upwards and outwards. My plan was to jump down and duck behind the fence if I saw anyone coming, wait it out then step out to where the pole was again to continue. I physically strain for minutes till I start to get the feeling. My arms and hands in pain and legs fatigued, but still pressing together with precise timing. I struggle past the fatigue intent on getting over the top. I am at point of no return when orgasm is 30 to sixty seconds away . All concerns about getting caught fade , my eyes closed no longer paying attention to my surroundings. A very vulnerable time at this point. Then it happens , unable hang on any longer , somehow I do. Hot semen squirting overwhelming waves of pleasure engulf my body and mind I cling to the pole with my eyes still closed , how could this feel so damn good. My most vulnerable moment turns onto most awkward.