It is the dry orgasm that is most intense . Discovering that climbing a pole slowly yet vigorously with persistance to the point of exhaustion can have a very happy ending. While running an obstacle course two opportunities to orgasm in pubic. That is climbing the fireman pole or the agonizing peg board climb. When climbing to the top of a pole only near the top it happened. Overcome by the most pleasurable sensation frozen in place clinging to the pole in a trance-like state with my eyes closed. As long as I held on to the pole the sensation continued. It must have been a couple of minutes because the shouts from below were getting louder . The same thing happened at the peg board climb. Starting out moving the pegs up to the next hole were not so hard but near the top the straining begins. When someone is fortunate enough to have this happen will understand this. The tickle begins slowly and concentration on this feeling is important. So, this scenario surrounded by people watching and cheering you on when the tickle begins it will appear like you can not go on one second longer. In the case of the peg board climb it will appear that you are determined to move the peg up in a heroic manner but continue to push on. In reality moving the peg up is no longer the goal. Reaching orgasm is the goal, so , there will be some confusion among anyone watching you. obvious to everyone it was time to jump down. One or two minutes struggling to move the peg seems foolish from the standpoint of the audience. The when orgasm is reached another minute hanging there in a pleasure trance. Creates quite a scene and questions when jumping down. After that day I was determined to make it happen again. Experimenting afternoons, after hours and during summer break or weekends. I thought I had a special gift. Having no idea what this was, one thing I did know it felt so damn good. After a while I tried it completely naked. What a rush it was to undress totally naked outdoors. Stashing my clothes , sneaking to the poles, usually in the middle of the black top or quad area. On warm summer days spending whole afternoons repeating it many times. Leaving after dinner, the sole purpose was to find a pole and cling to it naked. Arousal began well before arriving at the pole having an erection when choosing which pole to climb. 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 synching 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 seen. Being discovered by anyone walking by was possible. This concern was not the top priority.
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.
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.
Vigorous physical activity on the athletic field and off, the mysterious episodes of overwhelming pleasure. More frequent this would happen I began to realize there was a link to extreme exercise. Intense efforts to climb poles, skinny trees, pull-ups and even sit-ups would result in the slow build up of the most pleasurable feeling intense and lasting minutes. I kept this a secret, while practicing what I thought was a special ability, a gift. I found that steel poles that seemed to be everywhere. Pretending to climb a pole to try to reach the top was a cover for my true intentions. After several attempts I am frozen in place clinging on for as long as the joy lasted. In plain sight, anywhere I was able to do this. 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 combined to be a exhibitionist/fetish of sorts . Spontaneous arousal anytime and anywhere I was quick to seek out poles. Even when on family vacations I sneak away to it. Sometimes I would feel guilty. One warm afternoon after school it seemed convenient to duck behind the baseball backstop during the off-season. Undressing next to the perfect pole I began to climb pole with my erect penis protruding past the pole, thighs squeezing together . I was in no hurry so I took my time stopping and starting a few times. I ejaculated strong while I held on prolonging the pleasure. As I slid down to the ground I heard a voice shout my name. I had not been alone . 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.
I have no doubt the climax is the best when climbing a smooth steel pole while completely naked. There are times when a pole is not available and the risk of getting caught is too great. There is a way to orgasm using the edge of a door the same as you climb a pole. The key element here is creating extream muscle tension in the arms and featured abdominal. With the door edge in front of you get a grip on the top of the door then pull yourself up with one leg on each side. As you hang there pull yourself upwards slightly and, if you prefer, move your pelvis in a humping motion to stimulate your genitals directly on the door edge. Achieving orgasm this way takes considerable effort. If after a few minutes you aren’t feeling a slight tickle in your lower abdomen take a quick rest then continue where you left off. The most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced with ability to repeat as many times as you wish.
I know that feeling. Isn’t it wonderful. I have been an avid pole climber since I was 7 or 8 and have a host of story’s about my exploits. Unlike you I am female but I to found out about climbing naked and for me it’s the best. Where I live there are few opportunities to do this without the fear of being caught and now I’m 43 there are not to many excuses you can give for being ten to twenty feet up a pole wearing nothing but a smile. I have also found that climbing requires time. These days I can climb for anything up to twenty minutes raising that wonderful feeling inside vagina a notch at a time reaching further and further for those fluttering sensations and then focusing on the muscular pulses they bring. Once I have that incredible feeling in my loins I can raise it further by tensioning the muscles in my legs which by now are jackknifed either side of the pole, using a distinct humping motion the feelings start to pulse in my lower body gradually coming closer and closer together. Finally close to total exhaustion the feelings come so close together it becomes continuous which finally pushes me over the top resulting in a fully body orgasm which just goes on and on for as long as I can hold my position on the pole. There are only a few places I can climb with confidence that I will not be caught, my favourite being sapling tree in the woods near my home. Its perfect climbing semi or fully naked protected by other trees from a seldom used country path and away from the public.