These Masturbation Booths Should Be Installed On Every College Campus In America

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You’re in history class, and the professor is droning on and on about the dates of old revolutions — all of which are going to be on the next exam. You’re stressed as all hell. Also, as you were flipping through the pages of your textbook, you caught a glimpse of an errant boob peaking out of a toga in an ancient Roman painting. You want nothing more than to unzip your trousers, squirt a dollop of moisturizer into your hand, and go to town on yourself. Unfortunately, jacking off in a crowded lecture hall is frowned upon.

That’s why this masturbation booth, courtesy of sex toy company Hot Octopuss, could change everything.

The GuyFi booth recently opened on the crowded streets of New York City, and it’s geared toward stressed out businessmen. But a Spank Hut would be right at home on university grounds, which house thousands of equally stressed out and even hornier college dudes.

Put one in the corner of every classroom. Throw in one of those cushioned benches with the disposable sheets of paper like in the doctor’s office. It’d be a hit.

They idea was gleaned from a survey which found that close to half of all men in New York City admitted to jerking it at work.

From Mashable:

Hot Octopuss was inspired by a Time Out survey, which concluded that 39% of the New York men it questioned admitted to masturbating while at work. A more expansive Glamour survey of 1,000 men in 2012 suggested 31% of its readers have done so.

Hot Octopuss created the booth so men can “take this habit out of the office and into a more suitable environment designed to give the busy Manhattan man the privacy, and the high-speed Internet connection, he deserves.”

“We may be insinuating that these booths could be used in whichever way anyone would like to ‘self soothe,'” a representative tells Mashable, “but the brand is not actively encouraging people to masturbate in public as that is an illegal offense.”

Are you kidding me, Octopuss? If you don’t condone people jerking off in there, what do you mean by “self-soothe?”

Sadly, it turns out the whole thing is a bullshit marketing ploy from a skeezy sex toy company. It seems as though splooge stations are still a ways off from becoming a reality.

Oh well. In the meantime, you’ll have to settle for finding that page in the textbook with the boob painting, scooting your chair all the way up against the desk, and going at it the old fashion way.

[via Mashable]

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  1. CommCollege69

    It was a misty Tuesday night. I was walking home from my doorman gig at the local dispensary when a startling light gleamed in the distance. Out of a jet black Cadillac station wagon popped a scantily clad voluptuous woman. The woman, sporting an Express cashmere turtleneck with two even, Hershey Kiss Nipples poking through, lacy undies and black heels, motioned me to come closer.
    As I walked toward this dauntingly sexual being, an erection capable of supporting a 45 plate shot out beneath my trench coat. A frighteningly happy look now adorned the woman’s face. She gently grasped one of my hands and led it slightly beneath her left butt cheek. With the skill and prowess of a fine jeweler, the woman took her free hand to the area of trench coat over my nipple, friskily descending down until she reached the tip of my now penis-shaped diamond (think watching two girls get it on, but not being able to join in).

    In this moment, I felt like the luckiest boy in all the land, but just as quickly as our rendezvous began, it would come to an end. She brought her tantalizingly soft index finger to the start of my shaft and back again. At this rate, I wouldn’t last a mere ten seconds. Oddly enough, this divinity of a woman proceeded to kiss me on the neck and walk away. For minutes I stood in awe, unsure of what just happened. Upon coming to my senses, I realized what I was missing, tucked my third leg through my legs and ran in her direction. Between the fog and the dimly lit city lights, my queen could not be found. As I walked back to the Cadillac to wait like a lost puppy dog, I woke up to a Sherlock Holmes book, messy shorts and two lessons learned. Never mix prescriptions, especially those you’re not prescribed. And thick girls can love you like no other, so don’t be ashamed to swim with the huskier beavers.

    9 years ago at 3:57 pm
      1. thaisticktony

        It’s not that we hate it. I’m just trying to figure out where the fuck that came from.

        9 years ago at 4:36 pm
  2. yacht_life

    Like I’d ever share a masturbation sanctuary with hippy liberals. Might catch some stupid…

    9 years ago at 4:10 pm
  3. TIM RlGGINS

    I haven’t had to masturbate since the 7th grade. Rally girls do it for me.

    9 years ago at 4:31 pm
  4. bootsoversperrys

    I like pumpin the python in my car. People get to see how much stamina I have and I get to listen to Celine at the same time

    9 years ago at 9:47 pm