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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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Naked Again Erection in Public Place

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.

climbing poles story

Climbing a vertical Cockaigne pole.
Climbing a vertical Cockaigne pole. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.

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Pole Sex Addiction

masturbation by climbing vertical poles

I am only recently able to reveal my secret sex addiction. It is bizarre and unusual to say the least, but real. When I was young.  I started this. I discovered by accident that I would get a pleasurable feeling inside my lower abdomen when I would climb poles and trees, English: Exercise bars, Highway to Health Pict...or just do pull ups during physical ed. class. Eventually I would climb almost anything to achieve the sensation. After many months, my secret enjoyment continued. During the summer I would walk to the local school yard and go to recess yards where the poles were. Tether ball poles, volleyball poles, even handrails. Gate poles and sign post were excellent to. As long as I could grasp on them and climb them. Generally, I find a pole .. like a tether ball pole for example, then undress totally naked, making it  many times more gratifying. Anyway, now fully naked and aroused, penis throbbing visibly. I would venture out into the wide openness, grasp the pole and start climbing very slowly while clamping my thighs together squeezing my erection further upwards and outwards. My eyes scanning my surroundings for anyone that might catch me.Climbing slowly, almost as long as 10 minutes till I start to feel the beginnings of the unbelievably explosive climax that I knew would come. Eventually as if someone flipped a switch, orgasm would overcome me and cause me to be frozen in sheer pleasure. My arms and hands in pain and leg fatigued, but still in rhythm, pressing together with precise timing. When I was getting near the climax my watchful eyes would shut, abandoning any concern that I might be seen. For the next 2 to 3 minutes it was up to chance whether I would be viewed by a stranger. Anyone that might happen across my path would not only be shocked with what they were watching, but amazed that I continued to complete my act in plain view of them. Of course I would eventually have to face the moment when I had to jump down and scurry to where my clothes were and ride my bike away.



Aparently you found my journal through fetishconfess. It seems we share a fetish.

As I’m sure you read I’ve been using poles since I was a little girl. I didn’t realize until recently that it works for guys as well.

Your story made me very hot, we should chat sometime.