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.
I have been modeling for several years. My first time I did not get an erection, but after a few classes I became more relaxed. While posing in a early morning University drawing class, after taking a quite revealing pose. Not intending for this to happen, it was quite embarrassing, I developed a full blown erection within a few seconds. At that moment I was going sit down for a break but the studio became unusually silent. I just was unable to bring myself to interrupt this increased concentration that was taking place . Holding the pose, with this erection so much pleasure I was deriving intense arousal. Precum flowed filling my eurethra dripping . My heart beat strong the throbbing stiffness pleased me so. I so much enjoyed this prolonged exposer I closed my eyes wishing it would not end. The was silent just a few whispered words for the rest of the 15 minutes left in the pose. Retreating to the model dressing room The feverish masturbation, so intense, hot loads hitting the wall . After dressing and composing myself I emerged from my room. Only 3 students were still left in the room . Glancing at me and the clock as if I had been a long time. I smiled back. I wondered if I would get invited back. I was happy when I received multiple dates on my calendar to return.
Skinny smooth trees and metal poles. The end of the school year, the start of summer recess, a restless excitement had infected everyone like a virus. The summer-like weather, warm, dry, with a slight breeze , a perfect day. Without a dress code shorts and flip-flops topped off with light short sleeve button up beach style shirt was standard with guys and girls. This all added up to spontaneous, persistent erection syndrome, going commando of course, crippling. Nervous from plans to go hiking in a remote canyon near home and take all my clothes off after school I had butterflies in my stomach. My penis was hard most of the day, at some inconvenient times. Ever since discovering the pleasures of climbing poles and skinny trees naked. I had sought out secluded spots where I could do it, this being one of them. I was to visit a new place today, with many skinny smooth barked eucalyptus trees. The bike ride from school as usual was with others in the neighborhood. I took the same route home then suddenly I took a detour. I said see ya later to my friends, then headed towards the secluded canyon just a few minutes away. I reached the end of the trail and ditched my bike. I was already aroused at the thought of getting naked outside. A little further on foot and there the trees were up on the hill. I wasted no time undressing near a boulder. Pre cum flooded my urethra. The sheer pleasure of being naked outside was intoxicating. My penis was rigid as can be swaying about in front of me jiggle with stiffness with each step I took. Some shrubs blocked anyone that might view from a trail on the opposite side of the creek, but once near the trees, pretty much in the wide open. I knew there was a chance of a hiker, I ignored the risk. I feel tingle all over and my erection throbbed vigorously as I grip the tree and ease myself up into position to climb. I pull myself up slowly clamping my thighs together, squeezing my erection slightly and upwards, then releasing with precise timing continuing for several minutes then increasing in intensity as the feeling begins to build. Prolonging and delaying to make it last longer, sometimes taking short risky walks down the trail and back. This went on for some time. Ejaculating 12 feet at least, it went on for as long as I clung to the tree. It was when I was finished I heard someone call out my name from a few yards. I recognized the voice. My friend emerged from the shrubs where he hid, secretly watching me, His prank to sneak up on me got him an unexpected naked sex show. He must have followed me curious to find where I might be going alone. He asked me what I was doing over and over, but I was so embarrassed I could not answer. The lewd and deviant nature of what he just saw me do . Ejaculating 12 feet at least while clinging to the tree. He stood there watching me fumbling with my clothes while my penis was still hard. I dreaded returning to school the next day.
It was my first time working at a university and the idea thrilled me. Driving directions,
parking passes, finding the fine arts department, instructors, studios, etc.. The first time on campus for me was confusing and a little intimidating but I stayed focused as to not be late for my appointment to take off my clothes and stand on a pedestal so I may be viewed totally naked. As I approached the off ramp to exit the freeway I had a few butterflies mixed in with the overall state of arousal I was feeling . I had an erection since leaving home. Entering the studio I was briefed on the poses and length of times by the TA, and then was on my own. I searched for a dressing room or closet and there was none. There was a foyer that was the entrance to this studio so I thought to undress there and stash my clothes behind a cabinet. There was also a row of sinks for studio uses. I was ready to make my entrance. Entering the studio is the most intense experience because being the model for the day , the subject of study, every student has their eyes on me . Watching how I walk , my movement, looking at my feet and hands. Some start sketching me even before I take the stage. I am hired for this purpose, I can expect no privacy while in the studio. I like walking in and without pausing I am naked before I make eye contact with anyone. I walked in, found the stage, dropping my robe as I stepped up to begin my first gesture pose. 30 seconds, 5 minutes, 1 hour. no problem. This is when I check the audience and notice the individual concentration each student has. Some look only at my penis. it is so obvious. Not a problem for me, look all you want at anything on my body is openly on display for you. When class was over I made my way to the room I used as a dressing room. Closed the door behind me thinking how well things went. I removed my robe stuffing it into my gym bag and turning to the sinks to wash my feet. I was enjoying a sensuous feeling , a tension after 4 hours of stimulation. I fondled my half erect penis while beginning to wash my feet when I heard noises coming from all around. I was startled to see 4 doors open at once and the quiet room I was in was suddenly packed with students leaving classes ending . A stream of student artists flowed 3 lanes wide like traffic on the interstate, tip to tail, bumper to bumper. My clothes were across the way behind a cabinet out of reach. My robe somewhere down stream. I was without options except to stand there naked. As embarrassing as this was, I could do nothing but wait it out by the sink , unable to hide my now fully erect penis. I felt the buzz of arousal increasing , with my heart rate and respiration elevated , a noticeable surge in rigidity of my penis seemed to defy gravity curving almost straight up I glance down noticing a sparkle of precum all within a few seconds. ” Oh my god,” I had no where to hide from view my hard pulsating penis from the 75 or so art students within a few inches from where I stood. Every time I raised my head to see if I could scoot across I only the startled faces with wide eyes looking down to my swollen penis then a quick eye contact. The hallway echoed with chatter about the naked guy with snickers and remarks about how obvious it was that I was enjoying myself. I was in no position to deny it, as the erotic nature of my predicament played in to my exhibitionist core. A few chuckles and giggles ,Oh my god. he is naked, Oh my god. did you see that? he has a hard on. That must be one of the models I heard one person say. A lot of things went through my mind as I wrestled the bundle of clothes from behind the cabinet, getting home topped the list. Heading to the parking structure, I walked slowly analysing what just happened. I tried to conceal my erection as I walked. I headed straight home , the drive home was less hectic then the drive to the University. Arriving home with one thing on my mind. Locking the dead bolt behind me I quickly threw off my clothes on my way to the night stand drawer grabbed my lube laying back naked again, on my bed. With delightful anticipation I fondled my genitals with my left hand how wonderful the feeling it was. I was surprised to hear myself let out a quiet moan as I applied the personal lube to my swollen penis. Keeping my phone close by in case of a call for me to model and get naked again in public. With this experience fresh in my mind, I masturbated many times for the rest of the afternoon. Not sure what the demand would be for my services in my new-found trade. The construction jobs I worked full speed, sneaking away to 1 or 2 times a week to model. That quickly changed excepting every booking focusing on my new interest. The best days are when I naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm. The pay is less than I am used to, more cost in gas, I am ok with that. The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled. I discovered studio storage rooms are available if requested.
The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails. The beauty of the wilderness and nature brings out feelings of freedom, the perfect place to take off my clothes to satisfy a desire to be naked outdoors. I have had dreams, and fantasies about being naked outdoors, so, when riding my motorcycle, part of my rides resulted finding the best place to frolic about. A very erotic element always played out. Taking off my clothes as I listened and studied my surroundings making sure I was alone. Leaving my clothes in a neat pile noting the landmarks so I can find my clothes later. My penis feels heavy and sways from side to side as I walked. After a few minutes I veered off the trail where a stand of thin smooth barked trees dominated the landscape. I have been here before, my penis had stiffened and was throbbing furiously. I would not have to go far to find the perfect tree reaching as high as I could reach, grasping the tree I pull my body upwards lift my feet off the ground with my rigid penis directly contacting the tree to the right. I climb as high as 12 feet struggling to reach a plateau of a mixture of physical fatigue and arousal. Sliding down to rest, then, resume climbing again at least 2 or 3 times to reach orgasm . This tree was thin and tall with no branches at the bottom. Branches are an annoyance but not a problem. While I was on my third climb severe fatigue set in, was clinging to the tree about 13 feet up pausing for a moment. I was in the point of no return, a point where an orgasm is reachable and the idea of stopping is out of the question. I was in the zone that is my favorite. On the edge, pre-cum flowed freely from deep inside me the swelling pleasure begins to overwhelm all other concerns. What I mean is the concern that I might be caught had become a low priority. Reaching orgasm is most important. Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult. Ignoring muscular fatigue, pushing past the burn, I continue to cling to the tree. I am vulnerable, in my own world, my eyes are closed. I am no longer alarmed when I hear voices in the distance. I gamble that they would be on a different trail so I ignore it. A group was having a intense discussion, was getting louder. They are heading towards me yet I was already past the point of stopping. Three young ladies were on the path directly below me . The truth is, I could not stop, not now. I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how I must look, I did not care. On the verge of humiliation yet I was still on the edge of cumming. As yet they had not looked up. Stopping directly below me curious about my bike a few yards away. I am still struggling to stay in the tree but I am loosing my grip. I close my eyes hanging there naked .The girls began to move slowly along the conversation about my belongings, my clothes I could hear they had not left the area. Feeling of fatigue and arm muscles burned, then was replaced with a flood pleasure , shooting my hot load with power not felt before, and kept on and on , I could hear my cum hitting the dry leaves below I gasped, the pleasure flowed through every part of my body. I could not hold on any longer. Slowly letting myself down, penis bouncing and rigid still dripping and wet. Turning towards where I left my clothes, I realized I had not gone undetected after all. Not far away, three young ladies had positioned themselves atop a cluster of boulders providing a unobstructed view. l hear whispers, giggling breaking into laughter. I see wide eyes watching me, my every move. I searched for my clothes they were not there , nothing to cover myself. Mean while being teased about my sexual deviancy, a freak, exhibitionist. I endured the humiliation, then something strange happened. I began to become aroused , this was such a turn-on.