My sexual secret was exposed. For several years I was secretly experimenting. I had discovered by accident that after struggling to climb poles and skinny trees I would get the most pleasurable feeling(Orgasm) I ever had and wanted to feel it more and more. 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 that developed to be a exhibitionist fetish that I could not stop thinking about. Spontaneous arousal anytime and anywhere I was quick to seek out poles. Even when on family vacations I snuck away to it. Sometimes I would feel guilt and shame. One warm afternoon after school I added embarrassment to the list when I performed the whole act from start to end in an open field behind the baseball backstop only to hear my best friend shout my name from behind some shrubs no more than 12 feet from the pole I clung to with my erect penis protruding past the pole with thighs squeezing together in a rhythmic way. 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.
Summer break, a day at a concert with friends, forced exposed genitals resulting in intense sexual arousal. I decided to share this unique experience to possibly get some feedback and insight from others that had like experiences. Imagine how it felt when the humiliation reached a turning point, when embarrassment and dread suddenly was the
very thing that excited me. I still masturbate while remembering the details being naked in public, many times during an outing to a concert at a high-profile stadium in Denver. A group of friends and I were driving to Wisconsin for the summer, staying a few days in …. I had not packed much planning to purchase what I needed once I got to my destination. Our route took us through a large college town visiting friends. We jumped at the invitation to spend the day for this concert. Weather was going to be hot and dry, so it was shorts , tshirt and flip-flops. Since I had not packed these items in my travel bag, my female companion provided what I needed. I put them on and I was laughing about how short, yet loose-fitting the cut off Levis were small and tight the t-shirt was. “I can’t wear this” I protested. We were running late so nobody was hearing me. Before I knew it I was in the car with nothing more than Levicut-offs ,t-shirt and flip-flops. No underwear with these shorts meant my penis and balls and anus would be flying in the wind. I was already feeling my penis getting hard with nothing to contain it. My balls and anus on the cool leather seats , o h my god , I am in for it today. We parked the car and as I clamored out the back seat my full package tight balls and all shown in the bright morning sun and timing could not have been planned any better, or worse. I didn’t go unnoticed by the throngs of concert goers unloading from cars and congregating. The only thing I had going for me was I was surrounded by my peers with more liberal attitudes generally. Standing in line in the parking lot to enter the gate I could see and feel the glances and stares I was getting from all sides. My attempts to get more coverage out of the daisy dukes cutoff jeans by wearing them lower on my waist failed. I could not keep my hard cock concealed and this only excited me more . I only wanted to get to our seats. I never thought this would actually happen, except only in my fantasies. A fantasy where I am forced to be totally naked in public by circumstance I have no control over, drive my masturbation sessions to climax/ejaculation . I was a closet exhibitionist until this weekend. Now everyone knew the truth. My predicament continued for the next 5 hours. No place to hide. No privacy to get some release, there was just nowhere to go. Like , I was stuck in my own personal twilight zone.
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.