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Scolded for climbing


There were 2 verticle steel poles 12 feet tall,  part of the jungle gym installed by workcrews 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 overwelming.  Of course the new poles were my new hobbie 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.    I did’nt 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.  I felts so intense I could not slide down until the orgasm I was having subsided.  Long enough, that the teacher had started walking towards me because of my defiance.  I jumped down and ran in the classroom.

Unexpected naked sex show


  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.   dard  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.

Caught Climbing


Naked

The 80 acres of land densely forested private land had miles of trails.  The  beauty of thefub 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.

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Pleasure Pole


exhibitionist fantasy

I had my first orgasm while climbing a pole outdoors. The pleasure was so intense I wanted to do it more. At times of boredom a naughty streak would come out with kinky thoughts.  It was common to become aroused with just the thought of it.    Was  going to the park on weekends, evenings, and during the summer, taking advantage of the many poles there, and the practicly deserted athletic field grounds. Spending hours there I experiment with different poles and began to do it naked. I would have an orgasm and stand there with my penis throbbing for a min or 2 then climb and shimmy to have another. On days when I was not the only one on the grounds .  I would wait ,  sometimes for several hours for them to leave so I could do my climbing.   Warm summer nights were challenging because it seemed everyone was out and about.    Getting  naked outdoors without getting caught while most poles were in wide open areas serving as sign posts fence post etc.   Finding a pole  in an area where, even though public,  had  the lowest chance of being seen.  Being able to shed my clothes quickly became a priority.  The desired wardrobe was flip flops ,  gym shorts without underwear and a tshirt.  At the right moment I could be naked and pulling myself up a pole  when I was not the only one there, dropping my clothes at my feet, gambling that I would not be noticed, was an option.

A Group Show – open drapes


Totally naked in broad daylight, the ocean breeze stirred sensations. An erection so engorged was in  throbbing visibly.  The possibility of being seen very high. Powerful orgasms/ejaculation is like no other.  Risky deviant, naked arousal from undressing outside a secret  obsession . hot-show A small beach town with small cottages  shrouded with old growth trees and shrubs overgrown in the off-season.  Half of the town consisted of vacation homes mothballed for the winter.  I knew the neighborhood well ,,  my presence was not even noticed,  or , that is what I thought. Masturbating had become an everyday thing , getting myself off many times during the day.  I felt  alone in my developing obsession with my penis and taking off my clothes outside.  The earth shattering l Getting naked  and climbing clothes line poles , sign posts, and handrails.  My  boundaries expanded to an area within a church quad that was active only on Sunday’s.   Warm sunlight splashed across the red brick patio and raised planters loaded with ferns and palms.  Void of poles or skinny trees to climb, I noticed  the stainless steel hand railing was so smooth and without any joints.  If I could straddle the handrail I might be able to create the same tension in my abdomen needed to get the funny feeling.  I undressed behind a retaining wall leaving my clothes behind.  Sensations swirl around my naked body my rigid penis bounced as I walked out to the steps.  I awkwardly tried to straddle the rail tubing experimenting with different ways mount it.  I thought how embarrassing it would be if I was caught doing this. I was alone I was sure of it. Just had to listen for anyone in the parking lot. Which still made me a little nervous.  I knew the church was only used on Sunday and unused the rest of the week.    Finally straddling the tubing pulling up and squeezing my thighs together  trying to get the feeling started.  After much effort, a frantic determination something  begins to flutter inside. I was not paying attention to the parking lot as I should. It meant stopping and walking up the stairs  to the entrance then peeking out through the shrubs.   I glanced at my reflection in the tinted glass doors  and windows that lined the rear of the church where I was.  The  sight of my nakedness was clear in the reflection  in the glass erect and stiff.   Several  minutes pass,  sweat dripped from my naked body it was a struggle.   My cock swells, I am reaching the point of no return ,  feeling  orgasm was attainable , stopping was out of the question.  I was most vulnerable during this time concentrating one thing only.   I struggle and squirm,  I feel  fatigue ,  I can’t stop.  A quick glance at my reflection in the glass doors, awkwardly  perverse.   A buzz of shear pleasure gripped every part of me hot semen shot from deep within satisfying with each contraction , on the red brick.  Then shocking realization that all the drapes had been pulled.  I could not see anything but blackness in the windows.  With my ass still up in the air  and in the grips of orgasmic pleasure,  eyes adjusting slowly. I made eye to eye contact with a group of  women with chairs positioned facing my direction. the windows

. A cleaning crew.

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Caught Climbing


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.  I began to remove 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 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 concerns.  Prolonging and savoring this wonderful full body pleasure is difficult.   The sounds of the wind blowing through the trees, my heavy breathing,  birds uninterrupted.  Ignoring muscular fatigue. I continue to cling to the tree.   I am vulnerable,  my eyes are closed.   I hear  voices in the distance, on a different trail,  intense discussion, 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  I held my breath stayed clinging to the skinny flimsy tree, how ridicules 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 did not care that I was caught doing my kink.    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 burn in the muscles disappeared  and then strong   contractions released  waves of  pleasure,  pins a needles sensations over my entire naked body.   I was cumming hard and strong.   my eyes closed in my own world    my cum hitting the dry leaves below,  distinct intervals of a second between, I did not care that I was probably seen.  Nothing  mattered more,  I could not hold on any longer.  Slowly letting myself down, erect penis bouncing,  rigid and still  wet at the tip.    Turning towards where I left my clothes  in a distance not far away I heard whispers ,  laughter, giggling there  sitting on some boulders.  All I saw were wide eyes watching my every move.  As I searched for my clothes, I was questioned about my sexual deviancy.  Teased and laughed at, I endured the humiliation.  Interestingly,  my erection returned there was nothing I could do at this point.