As far as I know, there is nothing around for guys to use that masturbates your cock while walking, so I made up a gadget. This is operated from leg motion as you walk. It has a clear plastic pipe fitted into a thin board set at a 45 degree angle to match my hard-on angle. As a leg goes forward, this causes the massage pipe to ride up my cock about 2 inches, then as that leg goes back, the massage pipe rides back down again. An elastic band around my waist pulls the board back to my body for each down stroke. With brisk walking, I get about 3 up strokes and 3 down strokes a second. I first tried this out in a pine logging forest on a deserted track. No batteries are required and no hands to operate it are required. The 2 inch stroke is adequate to fully open and close my foreskin with each stroke. I thoroughly enjoyed the incredible feeling, I was in paradise, being one with nature. I can look down at the clear plastic pipe and see how much my cock is loving the attention being given it, with red shining knob. After a while, I finally climaxed and with jellying legs, almost fell over from the ecstacy and euphoric sexual bliss I was feeling. I only have to unzip my fly to fit the device. This is perfect sexual therapy for a guy. Without a sketch accompanying this, it is a bit hard to convey the actual device. It is supported by a neck band. The board, is like an upside down letter "T". The cross arm of the T, rests on your thighs just above your knees. It is simple and cheap to make up. Why pay money to sex workers when you can do your own thing for nothing?!
I think a more sensible question here is, why on earth would one want to masturbate while walking? Because I wouldn't. It's much easier to make a fake pussy just using a latex glove, soft foam/cushion pad, and a towel.
A 500 year old temple in India, has all sorts of well done stone carvings of sexual activity. All the people shown are fully nude except for a few ornaments. One particular carving is repeated dozens of times around the outer walls. She is wearing a masturbation device. No batteries required! A wooden rod is up her ****. The bottom end, has a disc, just above knee level. The rod is supported by a band around her waist and a cord down to the rod. The cord is buried deep in her groove. As she walks, the rod is constantly waggled in her **** and the cord pulls left and right across her clit. This would no doubt produce exquisite sexual pleasure non-stop. This method was obviously greatly revered by these people and "advertised" for all to see, copy and enjoy. Imagine the thrilling delight for women of this period, going about their daily chores and being automatically masturbated. This is a true "no-hands" device. Wouldn't it be wonderful if today, we were just as uninhibited and encouraged to go about our daily activities experiencing such beautiful ecstatic pleasures. Keeping **** and clit in an almost constant state of stimulation arousal, is perfect sexual therapy for mind, body and soul. No doubt the women had many orgasms per day with this beautifully simple sex-aid. Unlimited joy, euphoric sexual bliss and happiness. Surely we all want this. Masturbation is the answer.
Self sex as a seven year old. Each night I had a bath and the bathroom door was closed. I was left to "wash" myself for half an hour or more. As an anti-scolding device, when adding hot water to the bath, my father had fitted a length of green plastic hose to the hot tap which reached down to the bath bottom. One night while I was busy playing with my very stiff cock, it occurred to me that the hose might just fit my cock. At that age, my cock was about the size of an adults finger. I took the hose off the tap and lowered it down onto my cock. It was a perfect snug fit. This felt wonderful. What incredible pleasure! This was just sooo good. Now I stroked up and down with the pipe. This gave me ecstatic sexual bliss. My cock responded by staying hard for half an hour, just majic. At the same time, Mother was playing a classical piece on the piano in the lounge. This just added to the aesthetic appreciation of the experience. No interruptions for the whole time. I was just free to enjoy my masturbation session to the fullest. My whole body was enveloped in joy and happiness. I had been trained very forcefully to NEVER play with myself, so I knew that these sessions had to be kept 100% secret. However, I wondered why such a wonderful feeling activity should be "tabu". Finally, whenever I even smelt that same type of plastic anywhere, it conjured up in my mind very sexual thoughts. Although I was too young to ejaculate and orgasm, still the feeling was overwhelmingly paradise. I also had another "sexercise" for my cock. I would suck hard on the top end of the pipe. This pulled my cock up and extended it about an inch. This stimulation felt absolutely thrilling and delightful. Also, I told myself that if I did it long enough and often enough, I would eventually obtain a permanently longer cock. I always wanted a long cock. On removing the hose, my cock stayed in this elongated condition for a few minutes, then I would repeat this very therapeutic exercise many times. I just adored the feeling. When I was finished with my session I would put the hose back on the tap so everything looked normal. My parents never found out about my nightly sessions of playing "rudy" with myself as I called it then. All kids should be allowed to experiment sexually with themselves. It is a wonderful therapy for mind, body and soul.
Sorry but this i an absolutely ridiculous idea. Not only can this hurt you but why would anyone want to wank while walking? Plus, as to your "who needs sex workers" comment, people need them because NOTHING else feels like a womans mouth or vagina, and if you think otherwise you are fooling yourself.
look,it takes all sorts to enjoy life.everyone is different and has different likes and dislikes.dont criticize him.its what he enjoys!
Many years ago, when my wife had a high libido, I bought her a special sex-aid. This was a plastic device that resembled a cock. On its top was a knob and on its bottom end was a ball about half the size of a tennis ball. This bottom ball had many raised pimples on its top side. I inserted it in my wifes **** for a test. The bottom ball now firmly up against her clit. Her panties held the unit in place.I asked her what the internal portion felt like. She said "Just like your cock!" I said "Great!" Then I got her to walk across the lounge and back. I asked her if it also stimulated her clit. She said "Oh yes!". Again I replied "Great!" This device has no batteries and is a no-hands operated device. It works on thigh movement from walking. We went for a walk around the block to "test-drive" it. After a short while, she grabbed my hand very firmly to steady herself and was saying "Oh husb, oh husb!" Her face was very flushed as she experienced her first orgasm. Before we got back home, she had another climax, just as profound as the first one. She asked me how long one wears the gadget. I told her "All day, you only take it out for a pee". With that she said "OH!" Now realising that all her sexual urges were going to be handled permanently, she said "But what about you?". I told her that I could give myself a hand job at any time. With that, she accepted the unit. The next morning while dressing, as if she needed my permission to wear the unit, she said "I suppose you want me to wear that gadget?". I said "Yes". When I came home from work, I asked her if she was still wearing it. She said "Of course!". I asked her how many climaxes she had had during the day. She said that after ten, she stopped counting! I asked her what did she now think about the unit. She replied "Well it's just a part of normal every day life" I agreed. At first she was thrilled with the prospect of being able to wear the gadget in public whilst enjoying the wonderful feeling of her secret masturbation session without anyone else having a clue what was happening with her. She used to find supermarket shopping a bore and a chore. Now she loved going back and forth between all the aisles. She also used to teach Spanish dancing. This involves a great deal of leg movement - the frenzied Flamenco moves. She said that this operated the unit beautifully. Anyone seeing her flushed face, would just assume that this was from all the exertion. After introducing her to the gadget, we had no more mutual sex for three weeks. I didn't miss the fucking one scrap! I thoroughly enjoyed the change and freedom to do my own thing. Whenever I got the urge, I would go straight to the toilet, shut the door and have a euphorically wonderful hand job. I was able to please myself when and how often I did it (which was pretty regularly). If I was in the toilet for more than five minutes, she knew what I was up to, however she never said a word about it. There was a squeaky floor board in the hallway near the toilet and I would hear her sneaking along to stand outside the toilet to listen. After using her gadget for a while, her personality changed markedly for the better. Now she was always bubbly, enthusiastic and happy. She also very regularly wanted me to go with her on long walks so she could get in her "sexercise". Because it improves personality so greatly, I would strongly recommend it for all women. There is more to sex than just intercourse. The clit plays no part whatsoever in procreation. Its function is purely there for the womans pleasure, so let's use it regularly for the heavenly delight it provides and the very therapeutic effect it has on mind, body and soul. You don't need drugs or alcohol to reach the most exquisite high, just a willingness to experiment with new ways to masturbate.
I have an outdoor plastic table in a very private fenced in back yard. It has a hole in the centre with a 4 inch long tube, intended for fitting a sun umbrella. The tube is about one and a half inch in internal diameter. When I have the place to myself, I put the table on its side, and poke my stiff cock into the tube. I use a little olive oil for lubricant. This is also good for my skin. Then I rock the table to and fro. This massages my cock beautifully, opening and closing my foreskin rhythmically. As I pull back, the lip of my knob gets caressed on the end of the pipe. This gives me an intense wonderful feeling of pleasure. It is so good, celebrating my manliness in this way. Finally, I orgasm with squirts of my love liquid shooting out. I get jellying legs from the excitement and overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. I then wash down the table with the garden hose, put the table back upright in its usual place, and everything looks normal again. No one on seeing the table, has any idea just how much incredible joy it has given me. There are just so many things about the house you can use to massage your cock in, for thrilling exciting joys.
sounds good,but I find sex toys take away the personal act of masturbation.I've used a vibrator around my penis and once had a small vibrator I strapped under my penis.this tender to breakaway the spunk out and you can't edge using vibrators.it takes a good time to reach the plateau that you can't stop or you have to start again.I find a mirror is a good.you never see your balls bounce as you're wanking.a mirror gives you that personal touch!
Masturbation is the answer. In some countries, there is an exploding population problem. It is a real struggle to feed all these extra mouths. However, if the authorities decreed that masturbation be taught to all citizens by the age of puberty, and strongly encouraged, instead of intercourse, the overpopulation problem is handled immediately! To make this "new" sexual direction as attractive as possible, it would be taught that all the joys, pleasures and happiness that intercourse provides, are all available through self loving and a lot more! All the possible methods of self stimulation through to orgasming, would be given. An incentive of a small government monetary grant could be given to girls who do NOT get pregnant. Payable every nine months. In such poor countries, access to vasectomies, tubal ligations or birth control pills is unaffordable, whereas masturbation costs nothing! All stigma of guilt in masturbation, would be thoroughly vanquished. Those being taught, would be instructed that that they are doing a wonderful service by helping their country and its dwindling scarce food recourses. They are told that every time they masturbate and have an orgasm, the incredible pleasure they give themselves, is the reward they earn for not procreating any more offspring. The parents of these youngsters, are told to ensure that their daughters and sons DO actually masturbate to orgasm regularly to free them from the urge to have intercourse. Once fully satisfied and content from a thorough masturbation session, all thoughts of partner sex, conveniently vanish from their minds.
