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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.

May be Habit Forming


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.

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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Caught Naked


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.

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.