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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.

Naked on a Pole


English: Casuarina equisetifolia (view volleyb...
English: Casuarina equisetid folia (view volleyball courts). Location: Maui, Kanaha Beach (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

erotic fiction  male exhibitionism

I went to the beach at dawn and got naked behind this tall bush at the edge of the sand.  I rolled up my tee-shirt with my elastic waisted swimming trunks and tossed them out of sight. Totally naked outdoors is the ultimate of turn-ons, the risk of being seen this morning exists.  I have the fantasy about walking naked in public and being observed.  Without hesitation, I walk slowly to the beach with one hand reaching down touching myself. The more distance I put to my clothes the more excited I become.  My penis throbs, a hot heavy feeling fills my groin.  The buzz of arousal senses heightened by my nakedness.   Newly installed poles near the volleyball courts was where I was headed.  About  Half way  to the water’s edge  a cool breeze,  along  with ocean mist on my naked body  completely out in the open without my clothes  felt amazing .    My   rock hard penis jiggle with each step. I fondled myself , precum flowed onto my palm. I glanced around to see if any new people had arrived on the beach.  If anyone has noticed that I am naked. Not likely,  A  long and wide beach, lots of room, 100 feet wide 1/4 mile long.  Hiding in plain sight? .I guess.  This is the perfect pole,  just the right thickness and tall enough to get off the ground.    I reached up grabbed the  pole as high as possible.  Opening my legs  the pole firmly against my pubic area squeezing my thighs together  pulling  myself upwards with thighs clamped together.  My penis jumped as it made contact with the chilled pole.  I adjusted my grip and positioned myself into the same way I had done before.  My hard penis  always to the right of the pole. I began  slowly climbing the pole with my thighs squeezing together in a precise rhythmic motion like always.   I am really just clinging to the pole at this point continuing  but keeping stress on my arms. It feels so awesome to be naked outside like this.   A few minutes pass before I start to feel something in my abdomen, that fluttering sensation.  Now I am chasing that feeling I know will come if I concentrate and work through the fatigue I now feel in my arms and hands.  I start to gasp and breathe hard as I intensify my efforts, and speed up my thighs  rhythmic motions and subtle humping action on the pole.  A quick scan of the beach,   I see some joggers coming my way . Most likely they will  follow the wet sand .  The beach is usually deserted this early in the morning.  Today was different.  My first thought is to run to my clothes,  but, I was starting to get the sensation deep inside me.  In the throes of passion,  I was unaware how much the situation had changed.  I was in the zone , the point of no return. So close to cumming I can not stop.  Even the fatigue in my arms and hands do not stop me, I  continue.   I squeeze my thighs together with a frenzied pace.  On the edge, I continue with my eyes closed causing me to lose track of the  two female joggers .  The sound of the ocean waves drown out their chatter until  I hear , “what the fuck,  he’s naked”,   snickering turning to laughter what is he doing on that pole?   hearing only whispers . Now  walking straight towards me they approach within 20 or 30 feet then silence.   At this stage of the climb nothing seems to be more important that finishing what i started. Even after hearing people near me I kept it up. My eyes are still closed,  as I was set in  wave after wave of  pleasure  rolled up from inside my core ,   my whole body is in a full  climax.   An incapacitating  pleasure with each  contraction  , ejaculating hot fluid far distances,  landing on the sand .  I was being laughed at while I was cumming.   Not until the last wave of pleasure  passes  do I slide down.  humiliated.

Naked Again Erection in Public


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 cropped-handj-e1491563047512experience 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 pre-cum all within a few seconds.  ” Oh my god,” I thought to myself .   I had no way  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 saw only the startled faces with wide eyes looking  at 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  thinking about what just happened.  I used my gym bag to conceal my erection as I walked across campus. The drive home was less hectic than the drive to the University, yet a bit of urgency   to get home with one thing on my mind.  I wasted no time once home through the front door 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 fondled my heavy  cock with my left hand,  how wonderful the  feeling  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 afterwords and continue to fantasize/recall the experience . 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 am naked from 8-12, 1-4, 5-9 pm.  The pay is less than I am used to,  more cost in gas, I am fine with that.  The amount I spend on lube has quadrupled.  I have discovered  studio storage rooms are available as dressing rooms if requested.

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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.

amethest
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Hello,

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.