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Climbing to a Surprise

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: calmblue Posted on: 06 Aug 2005 1 comments
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I remember discovering my penis.It had always been there, of course, to pee out of (my father and I used to pee together in the same toilet when I was little), but one night when I was four or five, lying in bed, I looked down and saw that my penis had gone stiff. I might have been playing with it--twisting it absently, pulling on it. I must have pulled down my pajama bottoms a bit, because now, in the half-light that came from the side somewhere, I was watching myself play with it. With a feeling of fun and exploration I flipped my stiff penis back and forth so it wagged, bouncing. It felt good, and part of that was just the feeling of delight in discovery.Flash forward: I'm in grade three, so eight or nine years old. It's gym class. I think all the grade threes have gym together, because there are kids here who aren't from my own classroom. There are a number of different activities we are doing, in stations, kids being sent from one to another. One of these is rope-climbing. The thick ropes are hung from the steel girders that cross the ceiling--a long way up. I don't think I can climb that high, or that I want to! But my turn comes and up I go. I'll see how far I can make it.As I climb, gripping the fat rope, pulling myself up, trying to lock it between my legs and feet, I start getting a funny, warm feeling somewhere near my crotch. I keep climbing. Yes--there's a definite feeling...and it feels good. It's a warm, itchy kind of feeling, but definitely pleasant. And as I climb higher (don't want to stop now), the feeling gets stronger. What is this? I wonder. What's happening? I don't know, but I like it very much.I'm panting with the effort, and getting high on the rope. I'm noticing that certain types of moves make the feeling grow stronger--when I open my legs wider before clamping them closed around the rope, as though I were trying to grab the rope with the inside of my thighs, high up. I'm getting close to the steel girder now. And as I reach the top of the rope, looking far down at all the other boys and girls doing other activities below, waiting in line, the feeling kind of bursts in me. Gripping the rope, I open and close my legs around it, pumping, lifting my knees higher, and this makes a strong explosion of utter pleasure flare somewhere deep down inside my body, near where the tops of my legs are moving against the rope. Gasping and crimped to the rope, high up, I work my legs around it, feeling the intense, exquisite pleasure thumping inside me. Hold on--don't fall! I think. I grab at the rope weakly with my legs, milking the last sweetness from the experience, then, tired, half-slide back down to the floor.Did anyone see me? I wonder. Does anyone know? What was that? I look at the other guys going up the ropes--is this happening to them? I'm not sure. But I see another boy, now also reaching the top of a rope. His face is red, and there's something about the way he's moving his legs--yes, I'm pretty sure he's feeling this too. I know exactly what he's feeling, why he's taking this much time reaching the very top of the rope. He's staring, clamped onto the rope, moving his legs again and again. Yes, he's feeling that good, good feeling too and making it last as much as he can.What a strange, wonderful new thing.___________________[sig]calmblue[/sig]