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.
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.
The human body is amazing. Exploring the possibilities, the most intense orgasm imaginable can be achieved by climbing a pole. Considerable effort is required, well worth the effort. Sometimes referred to as a exercise induced orgasm.
- E is for Ecstacy in Exercise: A New Way To Achieve the Big O? (jennyhansenauthor.wordpress.com)
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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