By accident I discovered that I could get wildly pleasurable feeling if I climbed a pole vigorously for several minutes. The first time was in PE at school while I was running an obstacle course. Had to climb to the top of a pole and slide down, only near the top it happened. I was overcome by the most pleasurable sensation and was frozen clinging to the pole with my eyes closed. As long as I held on the sensation continued. It must have been a couple of minutes because I was getting hassled by other students. . After that day I was determined to make it happen again. I had to to do it again. Experimenting after school on the playground and eventually at the high school after hours and during summer break or weekends. After a few weeks I tried it completely naked. Wow, what a rush it was to undress totally and completely and stash my clothes behing bushes and venture out to where the poles were, usually in the middle of the black top or quad area. Doing it naked raised it up a notch t do it any other way. I would ride my bike to the high school on warm summer days and spend whole afternoons repeating it many times. Leaving my house after dinner with the sole purpose was to find a pole and cling to it naked. My arousal started well before I arrived at the pole. After scanning my surrounds and shedding my clothes, heart racing and penis rigid and throbbing visibly, step out into the open and make my way out to where the selected pole was. Grasping the pole and sinching my thighs together squeezing my erection upwards to the right of the pole. After considerable effort the sensations start faintly. I have to concentrate and synchronize my thigh squeezing motion and pulling up motion. When I get close to the feeling, I close my eyes and sink into my own world of pleasure that lasts for several minutes. I am vulnerable at this point to being caught. Which I think intensifies everything up to another level. There were times when I released my grip on the pole let myself down and found that I was being watched by shocked yet curious onlooker.
When I climbed on to the model stand naked for the first time I had to concentrate on not getting aroused, I was successful but it was not easy . I focused on providing assortments of gesture poses and longer poses that showed emotion and were interesting to draw. My confidence in my abilities was high. My ability to ward off spontaneous erections the moment I felt the stirring inside. That all changed while posing for anatomy class, of all times. While standing on a box and students enthusiastically huddled around me as the professor identified the external structures of the male reproductive organs using a pointer. This was far different than what I was used to in drawing classes. I felt cool morning draft from the open window when I felt a tingle, my scrotum tightening , no , not now. I was developing a erection and I could do nothing to stop it. Within seconds, my penis was lurching furiously to the beat of my heart which I could actually hear. I closed my eyes, blushing, I thought, I am fired I know it. To my surprise I heard the professor say oh, wonderful, here we can see the significant changes during arousal. Note the tightening of the scrotum as the penis prepares for ejaculation . With all students eyes on me, as they studied every detail I was at a level of arousal that I had never been before. The sensations pleasure rippled through me. I thought to myself, I can deal with this, I continued the pose even when I felt flow of pre-cum flooding my urethra. I have experienced the most intense arousal ever while posing.
I was a senior in high school was interested in ceramics and throwing pots on the wheel. A friend and I were also enrolled in a few classes at the local college of art and design. My friend was taking life drawing and I was so intrigued with the idea of posing naked
in front of a classroom full of people. I could not stop thinking about it and eventually began asking questions and even going to the library to read up on life drawing and what it takes to become a nude model. At first I was doubtful that I would actually be hired to pose, having no experience or drawing and painting background. I knew I wanted to do it so I joined a gym , started familiarizing myself with different poses, and the terminology. I would fantasize about what it would feel like to be on stage naked and this would always lead to me getting an erection on the stage. Just the thought of it aroused me and fueled my masturbation sessions. Fearing being terminated if I was showing signs that I enjoyed it as much as I did I planned how I would keep myself from getting an erection.. When I felt I was ready to go to work I applied at 1 school and was put on the list of male models willing to pose nude. The Life Drawing instructor would call me in about 2 weeks with some bookings. I had done it. I was one step away from realizing my desire to be naked in a public setting. At home early , one thing on my mind, I threw off my clothes , grabbed my bottle of astro glide from my nightstand . A message on my voice mail, I was needed to fill in for a last-minute cancellation . I was to meet the TA at the studio at 6 this evening.. I excepted the booking and was so nervous and excited at the same time. To ease into it and I felt not thinking about it in a sexual way was all that I had to do to keep from getting an erection. The first time I stepped on the platform naked I had to mentally focus to suppress my penis from getting out of control. I think the cool night air and bright lights on my naked body made it very difficult to control yet I was able to. I was successful for the next three classes and was confident my method to controlling erections
from developing was one that worked every time. I had filled my calendar with new bookings at several colleges and everything was going as planned. The feelings of embarrassment were fading with each session. The next class started as usual with half hour of quick gesture poses to warm up the students. Then the instructor told me we would have one pose that would span the rest of the class time and proceeded to set me up in a pose of her liking. Seated in a lounge chair slouching back creating a challenge in drawing foreshortening . When I was just right she marked my position on the chair with chalk. Reference points I could use get into the same posture after a break. The pose was going fine, then five minutes into it I was feeling some stirrings in my lower abdomen. Like before I mentally suppressed it and was relaxed again. After taking a break I regained my position in the pose and drawing resumed. A few minutes into the pose I felt some stirrings of arousal again, but, this time is was different. Before I could take a deep breath and mentally suppress any feeling of arousal my penis was lurching into full-blown erection. The studio went silent, all chit-chat stopped. I was caught off guard at this point I was not sure what to do. I am fired I know it, I thought to myself. I close my eyes and try to think it away with opposite effect. This attempt to regain control only added fuel to the fire and was futile. It seemed my entire body was throbbing . I was expecting to hear the instructors intervening words. I only heard the sounds of erasers on paper and of charcoal drawing on paper. I thought of stopping the pose then I heard a student ask the instructor for some help with her drawing. The instructor and the student analyzed,checked and measured, stood back and viewed me just as normal. All the while I was struggling to control my erection which was surging totally out of control. My breathing turned heavy , I stayed that way till break turning all shades of red feeling embarrassed of the obvious amount of pleasure I was getting out of my predicament. I was surprised that after I broke for break and the class partially emptied out I still could not make my erection go away. With nothing but my bathrobe on I stayed on the model platform the whole break. I expected to be fired, but was not. I was expecting to be asked to calm down, but was not. I was still erect when I was placing myself according to the chalk marks and I was coached into the final position by the students in the front aligning my position with what they had on paper. It might be difficult for some people to understand , the level of pleasure I feel ,lasting all day and into the night. Even after posing with an erection most of the 3 hours. I was asked to come back and even got some compliments about my modeling . The male body is natural in all forms and I found that my body in an aroused state is beautiful and worthy of being drawn. I am more relaxed in my modeling sessions (less nervous) and when erections happen the only thing that changes is the drawings.
Sheer and Short Equals Naked
The cottage was walking distance to the beach, everything was so beautiful, I never took the beach lifestyle for granted. I felt very lucky to be able to afford to live here . I was comfortable practically living in my swim suit, flip-flops and sometimes a tee-shirt . It is interesting to look back at some memorable experiences and circumstances that I found myself in. Summer vacation at the beach is incredible, the list of activities is endless. Staying home was the activity I chose for now. The overcast was burning off early which meant everyone would head to the sand early, except for me. I got out of bed not bothering to put clothes on feeling a little naughty, enjoying myself naked and becoming aroused by thoughts about walking to the beach naked. What it might feel like to do it. Without really thinking or planning I walked out of the house wearing very little. I had a pair of shorts I wore around the house but never outside because they were short loose-fitting, without any underwear I would never go outside wearing them because they were so sheer you could see right through them. With only the shorts on I went out the back to the alley heading towards the beach. As I walked my penis went from a heavy swollen fullness to fully erect. This pleased me much, so, I continued walking down the side of the highway a short distance then turn toward trail that led to a semi- secluded cove locals mostly . Beach volleyball is popular with 2 nets on the sand. I had been playing there recently with some friends. Walking toward the beach the cool breeze was swirling up the shorts I was wearing causing them parachute growing my erection. I was having a rush of excitement when I arrived . I felt so naked, just perfect, far from home with out my clothes. I was going naked at my favorite beach and I was loving it. As more people showed up, the more excited I became, and more nervous. I was starting to see some familiar faces. 3 young ladies a couple of years younger than I take a spot next to one of the courts. They are part of the volleyball crowd probably looking for a forth player. They wave and I wave back. I did not expect this, and I felt like dying when they began walking to where I was . I was self-conscious about what I was wearing. Every bit of my anatomy was visible through the material. They start to warm up with volleyball bumping it back and forth between them , this indicates teams have been picked and apparently I am on one of them. Oh my, I am thinking maybe I have taken things too far. In my fantasy world this is heading right where I want it to go. I convince myself I could play a subdued easy game. Attempts to stretch the shorts longer failed. I stood up while adjusting and positioning what I was wearing but it did not help much. I was naked and that was that. To my surprise no reaction, like , oh yeah, pretty daring there bud. The game starts normal then 3 more girls setting up their beach chairs at court side. My partner is giving me perfect sets for me to spike the ball. Requiring leaping and stretching as high as possible. My penis in and out of shorts I knew it, but I could not feel the light material enough to know when it was covering. The result was a complete wardrobe failure. I glanced at the court side to see every eye looking down at my penis. Keeping my cool , a quick peek down , humiliated , embarrassed, my erection was stiff I felt a swirling pleasure at the same time. This was unbelievable, everyone was watching not talking. My erection was out of control , I just continued to play. My turn to serve the ball. I paused, I listening to The sound of the surf break and the sound of my heart b eat. Everyone was watching me play naked.