Polegasm at It's Best

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.