How I learnt pleasuring myself when I was younger

 

The first time I learnt about it was when I did not even know a word called masturbation existed. I was around 13 and used to play with kids in the neighbourhood. There was a flag post nearby and one day we all set out to climb it. My turn came and as I started climbing the pole, some sort of weird but pleasant sensation started to build up around my groin. I was perplexed, but I continued pressing my tool against the pole and climbing up. The feeling got more intense and by the time I reached half the pole, I experienced an intense dry orgasm. It was so intense that I almost felt like I was sailing mid-air, my eyes closed involuntarily, I stretched my legs. The feeling stayed for a minute and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

When I got back on the ground, I felt relaxed, happy, and accomplished. Needless to say climbing the pole became one of my favorite pastimes thereafter.

Author:Daydreamer | Category: Masturbation Male Solo

I got my first orgasm from climbing a pole on the swingset at an abandoned city park near our house. I didn't know what came over me but it felt really damn good. From then on I would go there in the evening to climb that pole. Another time, I was on one of those coin-operated mechanical horse rides that was not working at the time. I started to "pretend ride" by thrusting myself back and forth in the saddle. I had the most intense orgasm, my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I also got my first orgasm on a swing set pole in school. For the life of me I can't remember how old I was but I am guessing 9 or 10. Like everybody else, I discovered it by accident. My procedure was to climb up the pole then inch up, and slide back, inch up, and slide back until I came. At the time I honestly thought I was the only person in the world to discover this wonderful feeling. Looking back I know the P.E. teachers had to know what the hell I was doing. My enjoyment came to a jolting end when I tore the foreskin on my penis and it bled like crazy. I told the teacher I had an emergency at home and ran the few blocks to the house. Both parents worked so I managed to change my blood stained clothes (which I threw away) and ran back to school. The teacher never asked why I left. That was the last of my pole-humping.

As a kid i would climb a swing set pole at the playground and get that same wonderful feeling you did. At the time i didn't know what was happening, but knew it was something naughty.
I learned to be more discreet by using a support pole in the basement, same results, same pleasure. It became a daily thing then, as i craved the feeling. I would hold my self tightly around the pole, hold myself up and hump my legs up and down to make it happen. later found out i could get that feeling also by humping a door edge in my room, same results. That lasted a couple of years, as i found i could get that same feeling using my hand. I've always wondered if i was the only boy who did this.

I did that on poles and on the vertical trunk of our smooth barked fig tree in our back yard when I was 5 and 6 years old. Sad day when we moved ...

Great story! That sure brings back some memories. The same thing happened to me climbing the ropes in gym class. Those orgasms were so intense all I could do is hang onto the rope for dear life! Super intense and of course dry at that age and seemed to continue on for as long as one held their position on the rope or pole.