When I was eight I stumbled on a phenomena that was to have a considerable bearing on my future life. It’s not something I have found easy to talk about in particular to those people that are close to me however being able to write about it and read of other people’s experiences has helped a great deal which is why I am here today.
It all started during a PE lesson at school when we had the opportunity to make use of the gym equipment. I was an athletic eight year old girl who enjoyed all sorts of physical exercise and to me this was an environment I was at home in, and none more so than on the ropes. Most youngsters are self taught when it comes to climbing and I was no exception, I had little fear in climbing the rope and never even considered what might happen if I fell off. I can remember we had a PE bag which was nothing more than a cloth sack laced at the top it would hold my shorts and plimsolls and would hang on my coat peg. Plimsolls are great for climbing in that the soft rubber soles would grip the rope allowing me to free an arm to pull my body up the rope before gripping with my feet again. All the time my thighs would be wrapped tight around it as I headed upwards. It was then that I noticed a strange sensation in my lower tummy and legs which seemed to come and go, it was not unpleasant and in a way I started to chase this feeling which was getting strongerj the further i climbed. I was now about half way and my objective of trying to get to the top was now rapidly diminishing replaced completely by this amazing feeling that was pulsing through my body. I was not exactly sure what was going on but I soon learned that I no longer had to climb the rope to raise the tempo in fact quite the opposite as long as I shimmeyed my legs up and down in a climbing motion the feeling intensified beyond belief. Just as I was beginning to wonder how long I could hang on for as this most amazing feeling continued to flush through my body leaving me drained and hanging on for dear life. Slowly but surely normality returned and I opened my eyes, I was expecting the entire class to be watching me but for some reason or another nobody showed any interest whatsoever. I decided that it might be best to try the climbing frame while I thought about what had just happened, but the only thing I could really think about was doing it again. Sure enough at the tender age of eight I had just had my first funny feeling, not that I knew what it was called or for that matter that it was a sexual experience. I did recall feeling quite hot and bothered between my legs but nothing unusual. I soon put it out of my mind until the next time that is
I can’t remember when the next time was but it was during PE and came by surprise just as before. I can remember racing one of my friends Vicky to the top which I won quite easily and having got down I was soon back up this time showing off my ability to virtually sit on the rope by clamping the soles of my feet together on the rope and splaying my knees which would allow me to sit on my heels the rope directly between my legs. My teacher had noticed my confidence on the rope and like any good coach was keen for me to demonstrate to the class just how it was done. Proud to be asked I was soon halfway when she got me to stop asking me to climb in slow motion so the others could see my technique I had been aware of the funny feeling starting to build on a previous climb but it had gone as soon as my feet touched the ground. This time it was building quickly and I knew somehow it was going to be tough to get to the top which was what my teacher had asked me to do. It seemed that the slower I climbed the quicker the sensationalism raced through my body and just as before I had to stop and hang on for dear life as the funny feeling raged through my body. I was aware my teacher was shouting if I was ok when I opened my eyes and slowly slid down to the ground completely exhausted. Nothing was said but Vicky had been watching had noticed my attemp to conceal the funny feeling and asked me about it, telling me she had felt it too. For some reason I felt awkward to talk about it as If I knew it was a taboo subject. But she just blurted it out as if it was the most natural thing in the world. So the two of us had become full members of the funny feeling club it was for me the beginning of a journey one that has lasted until this day.
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Amazing, and such a HUGE turn on! I too have that same climbing fetish as I’m sure many do.
My problem is, because of lower body weakness, I am no longer able to climb poles. As a kid, I absolutely loved to climb poles and small trees and whatever else I could wrap my legs around. I miss it so much.
Your stories are so awesome.
I’ve searched all over the web for videos of males or females climbing poles or trees or anything else, particularly nude and cumming while doing it. I’m surprised that I am having such a hard time finding any. I would have thought that there would be many videos ‘out there’. But so far, I have had no luck at all.
Would you know of any forums or blogs that discuss this and have videos?
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Thank you, I agree entirely which is why I decided to write my story which is far from finished. As you share my affliction you will understand better than any what we are looking for, I’m not talking recognition it’s more a case of reading or looking at something that reflects who and what gives us such pleasure. Thank you Nici
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Hi Nici,
I loved reading your adventures, wow, it brings back such memories. Walking around late in the evenings, just trying to find that place we could escape to and enjoy the moments of climbing. I look forward to hearing your other stories, such an important part of our childhood and development and figuring out who we are. And yes, as Dom said, the amazing turn-on of the feeling we get from that, which is really quite also, unlike anything you ever experience in sex. I dont know why, but its mind-numbing, and mind-blowing both at the same time. There is no other condition in the world, at least in mine that compares. Like you said, it would be hard to explain and share that with someone close to you, as I am sure they would feel slighted.
I too, had the thrill of experiencing it with someone else, a female friend of mine that lived up the street, but being as dumb as us boys are at that age, I dismissed it like I didnt know what she was talking about. She was asking me in that same wording you used, do you get that funny feeling when you climb on something, as she proceeded up the T-shaped clothesline pole in the backyard of her house. I just pretended I didnt know what she was talking about, as she was like 3 years older than me, mustve been around 9-10. Bbut if I had just said yes, I can only imagine it would have been a pretty exciting memory. I do remember watching her as she clinged to that pole, with her shorts pressed up against it, and her holding on for a few moments. I remember it like yesterday and reading your stories about that boy at the playground, wonder if maybe she saw me sometime and was also trying to break the ice to talk to someone about it.
Great stories and cant wait to read some more from you.
Thanks
Kevin
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Kevin thanks for responding, perhaps you need to tell me more?
You have an Interesting point of view and one I very much appreciate. We all think that everybody can see what we are doing and why. The truth is my husband has watched me climb a pole and has absolutely no idea what is going on, simply put he has no idea about climbing and believes to this day I do it for exercise only
Now I have shared all sorts of sex with my husband but I have never been able to tell him my secret. Tom was of course the only boy I have ever been able to share the experience with, and that rather crude episode had at the time a different meaning to how I feel now. As I hoped to put a cross I was more interested in his erection than the funny feeling but at the time did not understand why. Being younger than me physically but more sexually aware Tom probably understood more than I realised about what actually happened, we have never spoken about the subject since but I can still see him in my fantasies today climbing that pole.
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Morning Nici,
Thanks for commenting back, nice to be able to share the thoughts with someone about it.
I will share all you want to hear, since this is something you kinda keep inside you and cant really share with anyone. I mean, not that I havent mentioned it to a girlfriend or two in the past, just curiously like, but always got the same answer, that they never heard of that and thought it strange mainly because they never felt that, so I left it at that. That was years ago, after that I just kept it to myself. It became my secret of my time. Mine was discovered quite by accident, I remember the day on the playground, everyone was on these monkey bars, 4th grade recess, so I ran over and was at the bottom. It was one of those big octagonal ones with the rungs you could climb and the 4 poles in the middle. One of my friends challenged me to try and climb straight up the pole. So I took to it, I was a little kid during that time so it wasnt easy, and I couldnt make it, that was really my first time on those bars.I got about 2/3 of the way up and thats when I felt it, didnt know what it was but it was building. I was just trying to push on, and the harder I tried to climb, the more it got intense, and then it happened. I had no idea what it was, I just held on for dear life. Wondering if anyone was staring at me. I slowly slid down, but i remember not wanting to take the pole away from contact with me. It was incredible. I was in a daze. But that was where I stopped that day. But the door had been opened and I knew I had to experience that again.
That afternoon, when school let out, I went out the back door, ran to those bars and since everyone was headed to the buses, there was nobody on the playground, I had about 2 minutes, so up the pole I went, again the feeling built, and the higher I pushed the more intense It got. This time I opened my legs and just pulled with my hands, so all the pressure was on me pulling up, and my penis was directly against the bar, and boom, I exploded, that intense mind-numbing feeling was so great, had to close my eyes and bite my lip, and it was like the world just disappeared. I was also pushed cause I had to catch the bus, but I didnt want to leave my contact with that pole until all the pulsing had subsided,,,OMG. I ran and got on the bus my mind racing, and the whole way home, just sat staring out the window, wondering what it was that was happening. I had no idea, I just knew that it felt sooooo good. That begin my long journey of many many times I would come to know that feeling.
As I mentioned earlier, about the time in the backyard with my friends sister, Teresa, she was doing it on the T-shaped clothesline pole, and asked me that question if I had ever experienced it, that was like a year after I had discovered it, I was too embarrassed to say yes, but I remember watching in amazement as she did much like you, she scissored her legs on the pole so her feet were on the sides and I remember watching her push pressure with her puss area, not really knowing how girls looked at that time. But i believe the most amazing thing was her facial expression, the wide eyed stare as she pulled her chin over the top, and then the clinching tightly of her eyes, I knew what she was feeling, and the fact of her asking me right before if I ever felt that tickling sensation, when I climbed. I knew when she wrapped her legs tightly around the pole and just hung on, she must have been feeling that same feeling.
Nobody ever really watched me that I am aware of, there were many times I almost got caught, but never did. Such became my obsession, that really carried through my entire teen-hood era. I climbed many things, including doors, that gave me that feeling. Such an intense feeling, its almost like an internal orgasm that overcomes your whole.
Would love to continue sharing stories with you, and hear more of yours. There just isnt a lot of people online that have talked about it. I was so surprised and the stories I have found, are very vague. I was really surprised with what the internet is, that more people dont share their experiences, it is so fun to read about, to compare what others may have experienced with this. But there isnt a lot. Thanks for replying back, and I look forward to another story from you.
Kevin
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Good Morning Nici,
Been a while since I commented back to you. This morning enjoying my coffee and thought I would share some more thoughts with you. I remember growing up, there was always construction going on in the neighborhood, like you described in one of your stories. I remember as kids we used to always hang out in the different floors of these house, until we got run off. The cool thing was you could return to these after dark and since they hadn’t put in the electric yet, you could walk all through it. I remember I would go in these while they were still just the wall studs and framing. Gave an excellent place to hang from, the floor joist of the second floors. Since they hadn’t put in the drywall, you could put your legs on either side of a 2X4. Then I could pull myself up, and enjoy the orgasms in there. One thing that I really loved, was it was dark as could be inside them. And when you had an orgasm, and I would hang there with my legs wrapped around the 2X4, was you could suddenly hear every little sound of the night.
I remember so many of the nights like I mentioned earlier, climbing someones clothesline pole, you have an orgasm, or 3, lol. And then fall into the damp grass, and just look up at the stars. Just lay there an not move, and listen to the sounds at night, it was like right after my orgasm, everything just got very acute. Its funny, sitting here thinking about these times, the memories just flood back into my mind. I remember when I used to go to swimming lessons at the pool club next to my elementary school, and we would stay until dark. I had a pass key, which was nothing more than a poker chip on it, but it allowed me to come and go out of the club when I wanted. I would slip out almost every night and run over to that jungle jim. It was dark on the playground, and nobody was around. Cant do these things today. I would climb the jungle jim, in my bathing suit, still somewhat damp from swimming, it made it real slippery on the pole. And bathing suits being really thin material, just made the sensitivity that much more. I would try and position the pole right over the tip, shinny up to the top and hang there, legs open, and just pull myself up, so my elbows were at the 90 degree angle. I would hang there, in the total darkness, and it would just wash over me. So intense. I remember doing that and then slowly sliding down the pole, holding myself tight to it, feeling every movement, then lay down on the asphalt basketball court, next to the jungle gym, still very warm from the sun on it all day. And just lay and look at the stars. It was like my senses became so acute after each orgasm.
I remember one night I got an idea, I wanted to see how many times I could get that funny feeling, I remember I was able to climb one clothesline like 3 times in a row, having orgasm each time. Then i just walked around the neighborhood, to one of my other clotheslines, let about 10 minutes pass and do it again. I was determined to see how many times I could make this happen. Well, I got 2 more times out of it, then was just too exhausted to try anymore.
Thank you for helping me rekindle all these memories I have of the times I used to spend climbing. When I think about it, I really did this a lot, I mean like a whole lot. Most all the times were at night, and laying and listening after. Maybe thats why I like sitting out at night and looking at the stars today on my widows peak. I thought it was just the pure relaxation, but now I am thinking it was engrained in me at an early age.
Thank you, I will continue to share my thoughts with you if you like as they come into my mind.
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Ah Kevin that took me back. Throughout my early years as a teenager I had this uncontrollable affinity for building sites. My village in the UK developed quickly as housing estates sprang up all around. I was not allowed out late at night my parents being strict with my brothers and sister, but at thirteen I did have a paper round. To do this and still be on time for school I had to be up very early and would often be in the shop to collect my papers at four thirty in the morning. This is a special time of day as the world still sleeps and it seemed as if I was the only one around. I used my bike to get around and the lure of a building site at that time in the morning was often to strong and I would plan a bit of me time especially at weekends when I would have more time. For me it was the scaffolding poles those beautiful steel tubes that attracted me most, I would wander from pole to pole trying one here and there climbing in short bursts just enough to bring the feeling on before moving on to another pole, it was heaven. If it was dark I would discard my clothes and shoes climbing and picking my way around the site half naked was as much of a turn on as the poles themselves. Like you I also tried one day to see how many times I could do it, having realised once or twice previously there seemed no limit with the recovery period usually just minutes. This one morning I had planned a visit on a Sunday in late summer, I had started early and the dawn was just breaking as I made my first attempt, a single pole on the corner of a half built house was exposed to the road but it was clear of obstructions and as it was new it would not mark my jeans. Climbing slowly knees splayed I soon engaged that wonderful feeling, and then stopped climbing to release my feet from the pole, hanging on for dear life I had learned that by shimmying my knees up and down in a humping motion the feeling became so intense it was irresistible, before orgasm took me to a finale. Sliding down I was determined to do it again but was aware that my initial driver had gone. It was then that I put my hand down inside my jeans I knew how wet it was going to feel. This helped no end and I moved to the back of the site away from the road unzipping my jeans and slipping out of my panties on the way. My next climbing would be without these and the third completely naked, was my plan. I can remember that the second and third climbs became harder and harder but each time I was rewarded with that amazing feeling flushing through my body as I would wallow in ecstasy. Dawn was breaking now and I removed my bra to attempt climb number four, I felt my nipples go stiff in the cool morning air and completely nude I strutted around pretending to be a stripper in a night club. I was extremely tired but feeling when I took to a pole was amazing my nipples so stiff they hurt against the cool steel and my legs encouraged to feel the fluttering feeling begin again in my lower body. By now I was so tired, I used a pole with a cross pole at ten feet off the ground, hooking both arms over the top helped greatly as my weight was taken from my hands and arms. In this position I could really use my legs pulling up my knees first to my chest then releasing them and allowing my crotch to come into contact with the pole as the feelings improved as I repeated this movement again and again. But this was my fourth attempt and my exertions were getting the better of me, the cover of darkness had now gone and I was exposed completely desperate to get there again. Slowly it began to build, but my arms were really rubbing now and the pain was becoming more and more noticeable so changing position was my only choice, I soon realised I could go no further, so slipping to the ground I thrust my Pusey at the pole my vulva coming in direct contact felt amazingly good, with my feet either side I clasped the pole between my thighs and lifted them to my chest holding on for as long as I could without moving. This was not unpleasant and letting go I felt the need to masturbate which was even better. Changing back to my original position and then back again suddenly I knew I was going to cum, it was like being hit with a hammer the feeling was so ferocious. My Pusey was thrusting at the pole my open vulva completely exposed as I masturbated to a truly wonderful climax my legs barely able to hold my weight shaking uncontrollably as I collapsed around the pole on the ground. I just laid there the early morning sun now warming my naked body my energy completely spent.
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Its amazing the thoughts that provoke the memories of our being here. Things I read in your past and things they relate to in mine. Im sure we all carry some aspect of this in each of our lives. Its funny the things you say about having a paper route, I too had part in a paper route with one of my best friends growing up, and like you, that was some of my early freedoms that allowed me to go venture out on my own. Especially the weekend papers which here in the states are always larger on the weekends. Sunday morning especially would be very large and required as you said, getting up in the wee hours of the morning to go and pick them up, wrap and band them, and go to deliver, all before the first light began to bathe over the neighborhood. I too, used some of that time to take my part of the route and venture to the neighborhood next to ours. There was this swingset in the playground where I used to cut through to deliver, and I the same as you. Took the time in the darkness, when the rest of the world was sleeping, to enjoy the relief of pulling myself up the bars. Trying to find the right one that had the proper angle to grip. All the while, creating the tingling, that you knew, had to be released. I climbed the monkey bars many a time, the one with the ladder horizontal. I could hang on to the top, on the side of the ladder going up. I remember it had a coupling at the top of the ladder where it turned 90 degrees. This was a little larger than the ladder part and offered the perfect place to hang and let nature do the rest. I can feel that coldness of the pipes now, remembering how it was cold from the night air, not having been warmed by the sun. I can picture the sensations now, the anxiousness I would feel climbing up, and knowing that once I reached the top corner, I could push my legs out, so that the pressure would push against my groin. I remember I would take my penis and lay it sideways, so that the pipe pressed right against the tip. Then the world would just disappear around me, as I too felt the welling up inside, the buildup, the growing pressure. And it amazed me how fast it would come on, mere seconds, and then release, the heavenly pulsing release that would overcome my body, wrapping my legs around, and just barley pushing my groin onto and away from the cold steel bar. Some mornings it was the monkey bars, other mornings it was the swingset, although that took more care, as they were higher off the ground. But the slide down, while the waves of the orgasm were pulsing thru my body was incredible. I would rest at the bottom, still pressed against the bar. Getting the last waves out of me. WOW, Thank you for stirring that memory in my. I remember I would get back on my bike, let out that sigh of relief, and continue on, along on my route delivering the papers and meeting my friend back at the stop. The world never knew, nor could they see as there were no lights at this playground. Only the stars to light the night and occasionally the moon. I too was around 13 when I was able to do that.
I remember doing as you did one time, there was this elementary school up the hill from my house where I lived with my parents. It too had one of those jungle gyms out back of the school on the back playground, totally around the backside of the school. There no houses next to it, just woods that went down to a creek behind there. That is the one time that I recall getting totally naked, going around to different things on that playground, trying to find the right type of structure to hang on. I recall there being this huge metal slide, that went way up in the air. It seemed huge then, but probably wasn’t that large. I remember the steps went up to the top of it at an angle, the rails curled over and went back to the ground, straight down beside the edge of the slide back to the ground. This too gave the perfect spot to wrap my hands around the pole, lock them over the slide and hang on this pole. This was one time I remember doing as you, I shed all my clothes to do this, as I felt I was so far out from any approach to the playground, nobody could see me. I remember the feeling of hanging there on the backside of the slide, just in case someone did come, I was obstructed from view. Plus the added bonus I could get onto this pole without having to pull myself up from the ground, this I think is why I got totally naked, and laid my clothes up on the slide, to feel totally free, very risqué. But I didn’t know what that meant at the time, I just knew I didn’t want to get caught like that, but the excitement of hanging there, naked, and the icey cold pole against the tip. I remember this time I bent my penis down straight between my legs, so it was against the back side of my penis, and against the back side of the tip, just kind of pulling my body weight up and down, not sliding on the pole, but just rocking against it. I remember holding my legs way out and as you said, just rocking my legs up and down, my knees towards my chest. I was feeling the impending pressure that would start the minute my legs were hanging free. This brought on the most incredible wave of intensity. I remember this so vividly, and I also remember I was old enough to have semen come out, as I remember just hanging there, thinking omg, there is going to be the huge wave of intensity and no interaction from me but just to hang there, and remember when it overpowered me, I was forcing myself to hang with my legs open, feeling with each wave washing over me, a squirting feeling like no other, with it shooting out, and with the still night air, could hear it hitting the dirt ground below. That was amazing, I was able to just keep hanging with my hands and arms locked against the slide, so I wouldn’t fall. It felt like I came so much, even though it was just a small bit, it always felt like a lot.
Wow, the more we talk about this, the more places I remember feeling this incredible gift I was able to feel. I didn’t know little about sex, but I knew this feeling was so intense, and such a big part of my early teen years. Your memories of your adventures sure stirs memories of mine. These things I used to do, would just leave me breathless, and I recall after each and every one of them, thinking to myself, wow, that just makes me feel so incredibly good.
I have many more that I recall from around 5th grade, in the bathroom, staying after school and using the stall door, it was the think kind, that swings open and closed, I recall these at all the schools. Perfect for hanging on the edge. But I will leave with that, will tell you more another time.
Thank you Nici, for sharing with me.
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Hello. I really enjoy reading about both of your experiences! I’m a 38 yr. old male and I too discovered this wonderful feeling at a very young age. I think I was about 5 or 6 when it first happened while climbing a tree in our backyard. I would also climb the clothesline pole. I’ve read a lot about peoples experiences with this but have not been able to find any videos, other than the one with the girl and the door while she was at work.
I’ve always wanted to watch someone else do it in person.
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Hi Trey
Thanks for writing, it’s a great turn on to be able to watch another person knowing exactly what they are feeling. That initial flutter, deep down inside, that develops with every raise of your hips, as you go hunting for that exquisite feeling that drives you on. It’s great how it builds and develops finally exploding through your body as you are left hanging on for dear life to the most beautiful feeling I can achieve. But what about people who can’t feel that, I would put us climbers in a very small number less than 5%. If your not a climber and you came across a woman maybe me climbing a pole what would you think, If I was naked then it might turn you on but you would not give it a second thought if I was clothed, you would just think I was exercising. That’s why there are very few videos because they don’t appeal to most people. There are a couple that if your smart you can tell they are climbers but they are mainly children.
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Hi Nici,
You’re probably right about that. Most would probably look at what we do as a ‘kid’ thing, not giving it a second thought of how it could be carried over into adulthood as a fetish of some type.
There’s a blogger who calls himself Rawdewd who has made it very public about his climbing fetish. But as with any other site, he posts no videos.
I agree with Trey, I would love to see a video of either a naked man or woman climbing to orgasm, I think it would be a totally hot video.
But I don’t think that many people would look at it the same way.
I think the video segment of Anne Margret in the movie Tommy inspired me the most. The scene where she’s straddling the round cushion and ‘climbing’ it as foods are being ejected from her television.
I’ve seen youtube videos of those climbing poles as though they’re just doing it out of fun and pictures of others straddling things as though climbing, but have yet to find that particular video I’m searching for.
I guess until then, seeing it described as expertly as you do will have to suffice.
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Good Morning,
I like how the group of us is starting to grow, this seems to be something is connected with some people, judging from the other things people have said online. Although for most, its a personal moment in time, that probably is inspired by the urge rather that the satisfaction of exhibitionism. Hence, the video of the girl on the surveillance video on the door. That is probably the only way most anyone would ever get seen doing it. But as Nici and I have both spoken about, it is also the excitement at times of knowing someone may catch you, or sense what you may be doing, that also drives the passion.
It would be awesome to see videos, of that character, but Im not sure we will ever get that pleasure of being able to see them, as it appears that nobody would ever plan them. Not unless they have that exhibionist side. But who knows, maybe as more people leave notes here, there is always hope, right!!!!
I know I do find myself looking around, whenever I am near somewhere that has the facilities to support anyones climbing activity, and yes, I would be watching, as I am sure most all of us would be that enjoy.
Aces to Nici, she has been an inspiration and a true spirit to have shared the details of her adventures, in such a depth, that you can picture what she must be experiencing, while also giving us a male, insight into what a girl actually feels as the upwelling occurs, which has been, and always will be a mystery to the opposite sex. I know we all, both male and female, wonder, exactly what the process of an orgasm feels like to the other. Through Nici’s thoughts, and I thank you for that Nici, it gives us that insight.
Continue, and venture on, this blog is obviously getting exposure for you, and hopefully, someone reading will take it to another level and present us with a video of this, in todays world of technology, I would think it would only be a matter of time.
Kevin
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I like the fact that we share the same enthusiasm for this. And as adults, we still climb to achieve this wonderful intense orgasm. I often find myself evaluating the poles on playgrounds if I happen to dive past one. I look for the width and if there is the T shape where you can rest your arms. Sometimes after seeing some nice looking poles on a playground, I would just keep thinking about it and couldn’t get it out of my head. So I would wait until dark, when nobody is at the playground, and go climb. The thrill and excitement builds as I drive to the park. When I get there I’m practically shaking with anticipation. I leave my clothes on, because that’s how I’ve always done it. I start to climb in place and the first 5 or so lifts of my legs nothing happens but then in the distant faint feeling starts. It builds with every stroke of my legs lifting and squeezing the pole. I’m panting at this point. I want to keep going but I also want to make this feeling last. So I stop to catch my breath, my heart is beating fast. After about only 30 seconds or so, I start up again. This time, the fluttering feeling begins right away, and my hips start to involuntarily buck towards the pole. I can feel an orgasm starting to form and the build up of cum. One of the best things about doing this as a kid was the dry orgasms and didn’t have any “clean up” haha. Plus as a kid I could have multiple dry orgasms this way. Now I will just let my cum shoot in my underwear or sometimes I’ll put a condom on to catch the load as a climb in place.
I think it would be great to meet people like Nici and you guys and have climbing sessions. Learn techniques and just watch each others face as we slip into bliss while climbing. I never climbed like this with anyone as a kid and didn’t talk about it. Mainly because I didn’t even know it was an orgasm I was feeling lol.
I’ve checked out Rawdewds blog page as well. It’s not as detailed and updated like Nici’s, but still interesting. Also those YouTube videos you mentioned. Mainly just kids messing goofing off. There was a vid on xtube though of a guy doing pull ups until orgasm. He hung there and pulled his legs up over and over until he came.
Anyway I’m glad we can communicate this way and hope to chat some more and share experiences climbing both as a kid and as an adult.
What do most of you climb these days?
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My favorite when I was young, was always the monkey bars, the kind with that looks like an upside-down bee-hive, with the rungs you can climb up, from several sides, I remember it being large, and there were 4 poles in the middle, work very slick from all the kids on them at every recess. My second favorite was always the clothesline poles, that are T-shaped, although you rarely see those anymore.
I myself, like Nici, did have the opportunity to watch someone else climb that wanted to, when i was around 11, it was an older sister of one of my best friends growing up, she would use the clothesline pole and climb it as Nici described, and asked me if I had ever done it, and does it make me feel funny climbing. Of course i denied knowing what she was talking about, only because of how young I was. I can only imagine, how my education would have progressed, had I only engaged in here play. She did proceed to climb, and legs splayed on either side, while I was watching, and that same lovely feeling overcame her face, as she wrapped her legs tightly around the pole, while holding on to the top, arms over, and as I recall, breathing heavy. I sure wish I had asked her then to explore this more, I just acted like i didnt know what she was talking about. I thought she was trying to trick me or something, but only later did I realize, she wanted to share in this. It is nice to be able to communicate with others, about the experiences, hopefully others will find this blog and join in.
Kevin
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So where does everyone live? I’m near Pittsburgh, PA.
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Im north of Boston, Ma. But originally from Va.
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Do you still climb as an adult Kevin? If so what do you use? I’m thinking about making a vid of me climbing a pole. Will have to figure out where since it would need to be somewhat light outside and where to put my camera phone.
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One time during the winter months, I was home alone and I got the urge to climb, but it was too cold outside. It had been so long since I climbed anything that I actually forgot about it for a while. I walked around the house trying to find something to climb. I tried the edge of the bathroom door,but it just didn’t work.
So I had the idea to try climbing one of the posts on my bunkbed I shared with my brother. I waited until nobody was home, I was about 12 at the time, I stripped down to my white tighty whitey underwear lol. I started to shimmy in place and before long it happened. I got that great pulsating feeling that washed over me and I was satisfied at last. I now had found a good indoor climbing pole!
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So we seem to have an audience, it’s nice to know a little bit about you guys, nothing personal but rather the drivers behind what we all do. I’m from the UK as I’m sure you have already worked out, what do I climb now well I prefer any sort of pole, doors and ropes don’t quite do it for me. After all what else is there, trees are a possibility but only if they are young saplings, and I have to admit to having an affinity for woodlands.
Not sure who said it, but I to am also always on the lookout for anything I can climb. Certain places turn me on, and then and if the situation is right I will go looking for something to get my legs around.
I have read a lot about exercise induced orgasms, which seems mainly to be a woman thing, however there is also a group of males who are able to reach orgasm by massaging their prostrate. As I I don’t have one of these I would really love to understand what’s going on here as many male climbers agree that the hips up and down motion stimulates the prostrate internally.
There are some athletes capable of exercising to such a point that they get a release of endorphin, which I have had some experience off, but in my case it was due to chronic back pain.
I would like to go back to your desire to see a video of a climber reaching orgasm. So what do you expect to see? I’m not sure your going to see ejaculating penises on U Tube or for that matter squirting females, is that what you want to see? I have checked out many of the climbing vids and I have to say there is evidence of the funny feeling in quite a few of them. For example the Amanda Black aka Jenny B episodes are actually classic climbing, she is actually having those feelings believe me. Not only is she having those feelings she is doing it again and again, after all who was taking the video and in one there are certain frames repeated over and over again, well why? I don’t know about you guys but for me restraint, makes it better, making those feelings last longer pushes me to better and better orgasms. I have to try really hard not to touch my self or let my body come into contact with the pole because that just pushes me over the top.
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I would like to witness someone climbing and experiencing the blissful feeling and the look on their face. Also would like to watch others techniques.
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Same here. I’m really surprised I can’t find any videos online, other than a few basic ones. Pole climbing must not be that popular of a fetish for there to be any videos. At least none that I have seen. I’d love to know of any.
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I cant begin to describe how wonderful it is Nici in reading your posts and the comments made by the other followers. Indeed, I never thought there would be the chance to discuss this most intense of feelings, so this really feels like a coming home of sorts via a big deep breath. Like you and others, I discovered this phenomenon entirely by accident while climbing ropes in the gym at school at an early age. Even to this day I can vividly remember that first time and how I thought I was going to black out 20 feet up the rope by virtue of complete euphoric ecstasy that seemed to go on an on for as long as I could hold onto the rope! Of course, I continue to climb to this day, and have installed a 14 foot polished brass dancer pole in my home (vaulted ceiling) to continue this exquisite pleasure.
One thing that stands out in my mind is the comparison between youth and now, (I am about your age) and how quickly the funny feeling built up as a young man, but now it takes a good 20 minutes or so to reach orgasm via an ever increasing crescendo. When I was younger the “Funny Feeling” radiated out from the lower abdomen and engulfed me from head to toe, these days there is still the lower tummy area, but the funny feeling is really strong as well in the perineum area (and quite deep I might add) and the final orgasm is unimaginably intense which I cannot achieve through any other means, not other masturbation or even sex. That area below my testicles radiates pleasure for at least a full day after one of those super orgasms and is a constant reminder of the wild pleasure. Another point is that when I get close, I can literally feel the semen race quickly from the base of the prostate through the urethra and right on out. That part happens very quickly at the end. Of particular note is that this climbing orgasm happens for me completely flaccid but this is not achievable using any other “conventional” means which always has a stand at attention erection.
One difficulty I have had as an adult is the strength to weight ratio is a little less in my favor these days, and with that I searched and found climbers caulk that comes in liquid form and dries very quickly. It is called “Mammut liquid climbers chalk” (200ml size) available on Amazon. This stuff helps tremendously as it allows me to hold onto the polished brass surface much longer as you raise and lower those splayed knees.
I agree with the other comments, there seems to be nothing out there on the internet concerning this pleasure which seems quite amazing to me given what seems like thousands of different fetishes of nearly everything imaginable. One might naturally ask what people would like to see? Well, I am most interested in seeing the different techniques utilized by both male and female climbers and of course the glassy eyed thousand yard stare when the ecstasy of gold hits home. I am a heterosexual male, so witnessing the female techniques would be most amazing to me because you wonder what the opposite sex feels your entire life! Of course the ultimate for me would be seeing a female that is completely waxed grinding on the pole which actually is part of my visualization process on the road to orgasm.
In close I just want to say a heartfelt thank you for sharing your experiences Nici and getting this information out for I have learned much and always eagerly await you next post…..
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Really well said I was interested in the part where you ejaculate. Your not the first to say you can cum via a flaccid penis. Not sure I can imagine that. From a girlie point of view I love to see spraying semen especially if I have my hands on a really stiff penis at the time. But just as good is watching an ejaculation with no hands at all. You take me back to my school days when I saw my teacher peeing, ever since then I’ve had a fixation for holding a penis while it urinates. Guess who’s totally at home watering the garden.
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Thank You Nici,
I hope your plants received a good bit of watering today? 🙂 Yes and to elaborate further, the flaccid ejaculation only happens when I climb and cannot be duplicated by me from any other means. Perhaps the arm and abominable strain causes this? I am not sure, but I do know that prior to the climb when my mind is engrossed in visual imagery (and of the anticipatory climb) I am sporting a full erection, testicles are 2/3 retracted and the tip of my penis is leaking pre-cum drop after precious drop. It is truly a sight to behold. The minute I start to climb however the erection disappears and I become engulfed in the ever building tickling feeling. Again, I get the lower tummy sensation but also inside of me that seems much deeper than the prostate area directly below the testicles. I guess the female equivalent area would be just about where the entrance to the vagina would be? Its somewhat puzzling to me the deep sensation I get because I am not one of those men who can come solely from prostate stimulation alone. Its a nice power adder sure enough, but it is not a stand alone event for me but I do know some men that it certainty is. Of course the tickling builds slowly with no penis stimulation whatsoever other than the occasional bump on the pole which does feel quite nice. The movement of the legs from the chest and then to the fully extended down position feels heavenly. Sometimes while my legs are parallel with my waist I open and close them on the pole.
The visual imagery I have before and during the climb plays a huge role in the total event. Its strange in that even with the intense tickling going on the thoughts that are occurring are almost vision like, its akin to dumping gasoline on an existing inferno. My mind races wildly and is torn between the heavenly yet primordial tickle and those powerful thoughts in imagery.
As stated above, I am a heterosexual male, so my visualization is that of females with a completely hair free vulva sporting that unique puffy outer labia look that only women have with not so much as a hair in sight. I imagine a woman climbing the pole and grinding that hairless and plump mound on an opposite pole until overcome by the esoteric funny feeling. I can almost hear her squirt hit the ground at the apogee of ecstasy!! OMG, even now it still gets me tingling as I type this passage for it is such a powerful image in my minds eye. Of course the imagery for different climbers would be as unique as their fingerprints based on infinite variables.
At this point in the climb I cant stop, and as the orgasm comes on I squirt the most intensely way possible and can sometimes hear the semen hit the floor or nearby wall propelled by unbridled and pleasured ferocity. Its just so intense I cant describe it any further, but the inner calm that follows when I dismount the pole is one of extreme calm and satisfaction. As stated before, I retain a constant reminder of the event in that area below my testicles for a full day after a climbing session. Its like the area has a memory or something?
At any rate, I hope this passage adds to the knowledge we all seek in this small but dedicated circle of people who discovered this orgasmic treasure by accident in their youth. Regular sex is great and even traditional masturbation is great, but this climbing climax is the comparative difference between radio and hi definition television 🙂 Thank you again Nici and the other followers, I anxiously await the next post…….
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Spirit0665, that was a great detailed story of your experience. I love reading other people’s experience in this wonderful feeling and act. I am similar to you, in my anticipation of climbing gets me hard and horny. And the deep down tickling feeling that grows and, grows. But the only thing that’s different for me is when about about to cum from climbing, my cock does get hard. It sometimes even gets in the way of the pole, but I just push it to one side and continue to move my legs up and down and out.
I wish I could post some pics of poles I climb. Some of them are just prefect. They look like they were designed to do this! Haha
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Thank you so much Trey!
Being able to discuss this issue openly with like minded people is a treasure beyond words. I have never talked about my climbing experiences before except for one time and the person whom I tried to explain it to looked at me like I had three heads! I am eternally thankful that Nici was able to get this information out on the net for it is such a coming home sort of feeling being with people who understand that the funny feeling is truly the Mt. Everest of orgasmic intensity. Like you, I read the other stories with such anticipation and the knowledge gained from them is priceless. Nici has the unique prospective of the female experience and I am just gobsmacked in reading her posts as I have wondered for decades how this is for females. These posts are wonderful ! Thank you so much Nici, Trey and everyone else!!!!!!
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Yes Nici’s storit’s are great! I love reading them and even though it’s from a female perspective, it’s very similar to us males. I love how intense her experience are and how the pole makes her orgasm again and again.
I do wish I could experience the intense “dry orgasms” I did when I was really young and started climbing.
It’s great that we all still climb as adults!
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Well gentlemen what can I say?
Spirit that was truly a remarkable catalogue of your endeavours and probably the most eloquent of all of our respondents to date. You know guys I created this blog in the first place because I knew there were people like me out there who had similar feelings and you have all contributed to a special group of which we all are.
I am proud to have made an acquaintance with each and every one of you. This forum has a special meaning to me, and I really enjoy writing about my exploits and further than that the impact climbing has had on my life.
I probably don’t need to tell you this but climbing has dominated me ever since I first claimed that rope. From that day till this climbing continues to dominate my life to such a degree I have lost virtually all interest in masturbation. In all truth I find it easier to cum over a potential climbing video that any pornographic sex act.
You know if there was one thing I could wish for at this time. It would be for a female contribution to this blog, please if your out there and I know you are. Tell us about yourself.
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What fantastic stories. I experienced the exact same feeling as a youngster climbing in gym class and then at home climbing small trees in upstate NY. The feeling never goes away as far as I can tell.
Here’s a little different twist. As I got older and heavier climbing a rope or pole got more difficult, however I have always been fascinated by utility people climbing poles, sooooo I got a safety belt with climbing strap and a set of climbers. I learned how to climb safely and it is almost the same feeling. I have a pair of snug stretch Levi’s which seem to add to the effect.
At 74 (yep even at that age, it’s still there) I strap on my climbers and belt. I have a 12 ft utility pole in the back yard and I toss the strap around the pole and stab one climber after the other into the pole until I’m about 6-8 feet up.
Now here’s what I like, I can hold that position for a very long time with both feet supported and my body held in place by the safety strap.
With that fantastic feeling, I can daydream erotic thoughts, I feel like I am on top of the world, and I have free access to tease and play.
I thought you might be interested in this (probably unusual) experience.
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Well I thought I was the only one it happened to as well, first time was like some one else said on the monkey bars at school at about 10 years old yes the one shaped like the inside of a bee hive. I progressed too the edge of doors as I got older and the clothes line pole just like others here and yes the scaffolding poles on building sites. Incredible tingling feeling just like others have also said you didn’t have to shimmy all the way up the pole you could stop in one place and do the leg motion.Exact same finish as others have said and an exhausted satisfied ending. The biggest question I always asked was what sort of orgasam was it and can some one explain what it was.
I have not tried to replicate what I went through and would not know if it was still possible as you get older
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It’s good to know that am not the only one who experiences the funny feeling…it’s so nice beyond explanation..
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I’m 44 years old and have only been able to use my bedroom door for years. Whe I was younger I used my bunk bed post, I was still young enough to cum without ejaculating and I have to say those were the most intense orgasms of my life! The way my whole manhood would pulsate was like no other I’ve ever felt lol pressing my penis against the bedpost while I came really made the pulsation of the orgasm stand out…. And at that age the pulsating was quick, like blinking it your eyes and with no ejaculation, I pull do it several times a day. Now, at my age, I still I have to be fully naked and completely shaved when I do it. The sensation is too good to let ant material stand between me and the object I’m humping. Now I have to put a little lotion or lube on the shaft of my erection when I climb on, my younger self didn’t need that for some reason. Now I’ll grab the top of the door, ease myself on to the edge and begin to hang. As I hang, gripping the top of the door, I begin to lift my knees up and opened my legs in a bit of rhythm. The backside of my shaft and the bottom area of the head of my penis is in contact with the door. When I start to get close to orgasm from the opening and closing of my legs while I lift my knees up and down I start to clinch to the door with my thighs tighter…. Then boom cumming on myself and down the door. I have recorded it on my iPad before. I wanted to see what I looked like while I did it…. I turned myself on because I could not see my face. I also wanted to see what my underside between my bhole and scrote looked like while I was having an orgasm and wouldn’t ya know… t was a fast blinking type orgasm my gooch pulsated like when I was a kid. I saved the video for a while, debating on posting it here but I feared it would be stolen and posted on some website for the world to see and I’m not ready for that. If I knew for certain the video would stay on here for our community to watch, I’d record another one.
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Excellent story!
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When I was around 5 or 6, I discovered the funny feeling by climbing the fireman’s poles on the playground. I would pull my body up and squeeze my thighs together, pushing the metal against my “peepee”. I would do this at recess everyday once I found out how good it felt, and would do it in front of everyone on the playground. I soon discovered I could get this funny feeling by “climbing” the corner of the ottoman at my house and the bannister of the stairs, and would do this all the time. I have tons of stories and honestly would be super interested in considering creating some sort of site where i could share with you all stories and videos of me climbing
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Hi thanks so much for contributing, it’s really nice to hear from another female. I’m certain that
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Great to find someone who appreciates the excitement. Love climber girl’s remarks. Love to find girls with the “urge”.
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Not sure if you received that message but it nice to hear from another female.
I remember thinking that other people would know what I was doing when I was in my early teens. By then I had realised that it was a sexual act, that produced this amazing feeling but it was different and last much longer than an normal climax. Sharing with a like minded boy was special because it gave me an insight into how the male mind and body operate as well being able to ask questions. It took us a while to understand that those that can chive the funny feeling make up a very small minority which fascinates me to this day. When I have the courage and I have tried this before, I climb in front of others to see those who might be interested, virtually none are all believing my reasons are because I’m a pole dancing instructor or just keeping fit.
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So nice to have you reply so soon 🙂 I’ve been reading this site for weeks debating whether to post and have came many times reading your stories.
I didn’t realize it was a sexual thing until I realized my brother was doing it too and my parents were saying behind our backs that they “knew what he was doing”. They would tell him to come down and he would hold his legs up there, squeezing and pulsing and getting that “funny feeling”. Once I caught him climbing the banister in our home, and he called it feefeeing. He said it made his privates feel really good. I was embarassed but later that night went and tried out the banister for myself. I soon ended up climbing it every night until I couldn’t feel my arms or between my legs anymore.
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You are certainly “one of us”. I love the feeling of climbing and then finding something to press up against while looking down. This even includes preparing myself mentally by slowly climbing a pole with climbers and safety belt.
I love the idea of a video website.
Is that “doable”?
-G-.
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Whow I wish I could have done that, part of the excitement for me is to plan what I’m going to do. The plans do not always work out but when they do the feeling is always well just the best. When I was just finding out about the funny feeling it was Tom that showed me. I was not aware of how good it would feel and was more interested in seeing an erect penis. So I didn’t actually find out by mistake if you get my meaning. I will never forget the sight of his stiffy humping away at that steel pole, his red bell end protruding from what looked like a candle as his foreskin was forced back along the shaft. It still remains my go to fantasy as that stream of clear liquid erupted from the tip and splashed over my thighs. There is a co reader who also uses the banister rail for gratification, her secret is more about pressure on her diamond because she mounts the base of the banister in order to let her legs rock back and forth freely. Thinking about both of you has already got me in the mood but it’s to cold to go climbing outside and the poles at work will not give up my secrets until after class tomorrow.
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Ugh I would love to see a boy climbing a pole naked, I’ve never seen a cock hump the pole as someone climbs and that would be so hot to me. I wonder if there is a way some of us who are into this fetish could find a way to share videos between just ourselves?
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There was a really great video of a guy climbing a sapling tree, it was on a gay site he was completely naked and he just pulled himself up and down before cumming from a very erect penis. I think it’s been taken down now but one of the best I have seen.
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Love your story! Enjoy!
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