Let me start by stating that if reincarnation exists, I prefer to return to this world as a woman. Whereas we men are limited in the number of orgasms we can have in a given timeframe, women are able to go on and on. Moreover they can have the additional joy, physically impossible for men, of peeing immediately before, after and even during orgasm, as Claire illustrated recently in her extremely erotic story (squirt, squirt). Last but not least they do not raise any suspicion when they move about in public being completely naked under a coat or wearing nothing under a short skirt. Wow!
Like most of my peers, I started masturbating around the age of ten or eleven (don't remember exactly). Once I had discovered this fantastic activity, I did it very regularly and very frequently and in almost all imaginable places, the desire to do it being far stronger - thank God - than the suppression the Catholic church tried to force upon us at the time when I was young. Over the years though, the act itself was rather 'concise'. With my above average sex drive, I was always easily and quickly turned on and if the situation permitted I took out my love-wand and stroked myself to orgasm, all within minutes. During the last few years however, I developed games to enhance the joy of self love.
In one of those games I'm (remotely) approaching a female ability, by moving about (at home and in public) without underpants in specially prepared trousers, i.e. both pockets have been cut out.
It's lovely to feel my semi-erect playmate dangling freely as I walk, pre-come running down my legs and making wet spots inside my trousers. Out in the street, in the supermarket or wherever, I put my hand casually in my 'pocket', stroking him slowly and every now and then taking some of the fluid with a fingertip, licking it and smelling the scent of my sex from my fingers. Careful in my movements I stroke him to full size when possible. This naughty and horny little game may go on for hours, as long as I'm not tipping over, but sometimes I get very, very close. There have been occasions - in a public place - when I wasn't quite sure wether the love-milk had started its irreversable upward journey or not. The thought that an orgasm might occur at an inconvenient moment and/or in an inconvenient place is, oddly enough, both embarrassing and intensely erotic at the same time and makes me even more horny than I already am. Which is why I plan to conclude my game with a full but 'controlled' orgasm in a (semi?) public place some day in the near future. Admittedly, this game is not very suitable for hot summer days, when one tends to wear light coloured, thin trousers. Stains of pre-come are rapidly visible then, let alone....