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.
When I climbed on to the model stand naked for the first time I had to concentrate on not getting aroused, I was successful but it was not easy . I focused on providing assortments of gesture poses and longer poses that showed emotion and were interesting to draw. My confidence in my abilities was high. My ability to ward off spontaneous erections the moment I felt the stirring inside. That all changed while posing for anatomy class, of all times. While standing on a box and students enthusiastically huddled around me as the professor identified the external structures of the male reproductive organs using a pointer. This was far different than what I was used to in drawing classes. I felt cool morning draft from the open window when I felt a tingle, my scrotum tightening , no , not now. I was developing a erection and I could do nothing to stop it. Within seconds, my penis was lurching furiously to the beat of my heart which I could actually hear. I closed my eyes, blushing, I thought, I am fired I know it. To my surprise I heard the professor say oh, wonderful, here we can see the significant changes during arousal. Note the tightening of the scrotum as the penis prepares for ejaculation . With all students eyes on me, as they studied every detail I was at a level of arousal that I had never been before. The sensations pleasure rippled through me. I thought to myself, I can deal with this, I continued the pose even when I felt flow of pre-cum flooding my urethra. I have experienced the most intense arousal ever while posing.
I am being studied in close detail with all eyes on me. I am totally naked on a small platform or stage. This scenario I have pursued. I fantasize about being on display totally naked as long as I can remember. After I began posing naked for art it became apparent that a key aspect of this erotic fantasy involved humiliation. The first time I lost control, developing an erection in front of the student artists with all eyes on me. My decision to stay in the pose closing my eyes and attempting to calm myself . As I did this it wasn’t just me experiencing this arousal. Everyone in the studio was too along with me. Realizing this my failure to calm my pulsing rock hard penis after making an effort to do so. Continuing the pose elevated my arousal to a level I never experienced before. In the close quarters of the art studio I can feel my erection stiffen with intensity, then for a while , relax a little. As I concentrate to hold the pose without changing the position of my head , arms, amount of twist in my body. As my thoughts drift from what my plans were for later to how my friends and family must not find out my secret passion. Brought out the daze by the rhythmic thumping in my groin, back to reality when my penis , as if it had a mind of its own , has restored its rigidity. The buzz of arousal flowed through me, the hush of the studio I could hear whispering around me but could not make out what was being said. An occasional cough or a dropped pencil was all I could hear over my heart beating. I blush. How awkward a situation to be in, exposing my true self, humiliated, yet deriving pleasure from this. Shame on me? I don’t think so.