My sexual secret was exposed. For several years I was secretly experimenting. I had discovered by accident that after struggling to climb poles and skinny trees I would get the most pleasurable feeling(Orgasm) I ever had and wanted to feel it more and more. Sometimes spending the whole afternoon climbing and clinging to poles near my house. I had just taken my private sessions to a new level by doing the climbing totally naked. This added a new element that developed to be a exhibitionist fetish that I could not stop thinking about. Spontaneous arousal anytime and anywhere I was quick to seek out poles. Even when on family vacations I snuck away going on long walks until finding the right pole to do it. Sometimes I would feel guilt and shame.
One warm afternoon , in an open field behind the baseball backstop I had hid my clothes under the bleachers, the pole was perfect, thin enough to get a good grip , allowing more time to climb higher and longer times. My boner was throbbing strongly with the wind swirling this I enjoyed. I am on constant scan mode with the idea I would be able to see anyone coming before they saw me. That was the plan anyway. I clung to with my erect penis protruding past the pole with thighs squeezing together in a rhythmic way, in a frenzied way a small flutter I felt. I was getting there and was past the point of no return, the moment when stopping was not possible . When the elusive first contraction in my groin was achievable. I felt the flood gates open with a perfectly timed ejaculation the pleasure so intense. I was mid orgasm only to hear my best friend shout my name from behind some shrubs no more than 12 feet from the pole. I could not stop the loads of hot cum that continued to shoot out. When finished , I was so embarrassed I could not even speak. I rode away on my bike in disbelief. When monday came I was asked about it by some students. OMG I was that guy, that liked to climb trees naked, and poles.