Smokr wrote on Mon, 13 July 2015 06:58I never had that happen. Climbing the rope was just a chore, and nothing memorable.
But I do remember well doing something that probably provided the same sensation.
On the way to my grade school was a park, and there were steel parallel bars. Yeah, I know! Imagine having steel parallel bars in a playground today!
But, anyway, I remember clearly one day, playing on one of the bars, sort of folding over one of the bars with it across the front of my hips, in the crook formed between my legs and hips, and feeling the most delicious tingling pressure.
I balanced there for quite a while! It was wonderful. It felt like nothing has since. I assume it was the same as having the rope press against things. But whatever, it became my regular thing to stop off at the park on the way to school every morning and balance over one of the bars, my nether regions tingling madly. I learned my wiener got bigger and harder when I did that, but I didn't know why.
I couldn't do it on the way home, as other kids were walking through as well, and I was embarrassed by the guilty pleasure.
I did that daily on the way to school, and over summer break when no other kids were in the park, until we moved when I was in sixth grade, and the parks near my new home had no metal parallel bars. I remember trying on a fence, but the top of the chain links hurt, and so I lost that wonderful experience. When I discovered sexual pleasure, I knew it was very close, but not quite the same.