Best Cock Ring For Men Of All Ages
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 | To begin at the beginning I’ll say it was my twenty-three year old step son Jimmy who told me about HARDWEAR. It was a weird conversation, him telling me about what he called the best cock ring ever. He said it made him feel like superman: got him super hard and gave him a porn star sized penis. The whole talk was like a reversal of the birds and the bees conversation where the young buck tells the old stag (I’m sixty-three years old by the way) how sex works instead of the other way around. Whoever says the old have nothing to learn from the young is mistaken, learning (I’ve learned) can flow in many directions.
I’d been depressed, I really don’t remember for how long but it was a matter of years not months. I’d been to a urologist and Viagra wasn’t doing it for me. Putting everything in perspective for you: Jimmy’s mom is nineteen years younger than me, we were married when she was twenty-nine, when I was forty-eight, when Jimmy was four. My wife is now the same age I was when we were married, and as beautiful and vital today as ever. But I am not the same man I was nineteen years ago. We’d always enjoyed a very sexual life together full of heat and energy (dare I say athleticism even, we could really shake up a bedroom when the time came) but in the last few years things had changed. |
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| Erections weren’t easy. Erections weren’t strong. Erections didn’t last. Viagra did something for me but it still wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t enough. And for a while I just kind of found myself shuffling around in a blue funk feeling like an old man that could no longer satisfy his young wife. She never did anything to make me feel this way—I feel obligated to point this out. She was very understanding, as beautiful in temperament as in form, but I felt useless to her.
Then one day in a fog I left a prescription for my Viagra on the kitchen table and Jimmy found it. “Dad, come here!” I heard his loud bass filled voice boom through the house. “I got something better than this s---!” What was he shouting about, I wondered. Entering the kitchen I found him holding the little white slip of paper with my prescription on it, and I was instantly very angry. Never mind I was the dummy who left it there, what was he doing nosing around in my things. I love Jimmy—not like my own son, that sounds too distant, rather to me he simply is my son. In that instant I was mad as hell at my son’s intrusion into my personal business. He had no way of knowing how hyper-sensitive I was right then on the topic of sexual performance. He was grinning and it was pissing me off. He was so young and handsome and strong bodied, I jumped instantly to a conclusion—as stupid old men will do sometimes—that he was making fun of me. |
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| “Don’t be mad, Dad. I just want to show you something... something better than this.” Jimmy must have seen it on my face, the mounting rage. I was going to say something nasty. I was going to scream something at him about minding his own god-damned business. But then I saw something too, in his eyes, he wasn’t making fun. He really was trying to enlighten me about something. Anger turned to annoyance. Jimmy is a fireman after all not a sex therapist. Since when did he become Doctor Ruth? His mouth continued to move and I held my tongue continuing to brood, hearing but not really listening. I followed him through the house to his bedroom where in his nightstand he pulled out an unusual looking and handsomely crafted horseshoe shaped device. “You wear it on your dick,” he was saying, “behind the balls.” His expression and tone said that this was the most obvious thing in the world. He had another piece of it, a clip that he interlocked onto the horseshoe. “You latch the pieces together and it’s awesome. It gets you hard like nothing you’ve ever seen… and big, really big… and you go all night… and when you finally shoot it is amazing.”
I held it, not even fully thinking about where it had been. If cock rings could talk his would have had some things to say… Jimmy gets around—let me tell you—with an assortment of extremely beautiful young women. Holding the device there was no denying it was a nice piece of hardware, and even as I was thinking this, he was telling me “It’s called HARDWEAR, dad, it’s the best cock ring ever.” |
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| I apologized to Jimmy while we were sitting at his computer reviewing the myhardwear.com web site, I hadn’t actually balled him out about snooping into my prescription, I’d stopped myself just in time to avoid that, but I’d thought enough bad thoughts at Jimmy that I felt terribly guilty and stupid when it turned out he was just trying to help me—I love that boy.
As it turns out Jimmy apparently knows as much about lighting a fire in the bedroom as he does about putting them out to save people’s lives and property. When I was in my early twenties it was the late sixties early seventies… I was dabbling with a little LSD (not a proud fact, just a fact, a little bit of a fun fact), Jimmy, as it turns out has dabbled with every boner pill known to man. “You don’t need a prescription, you can buy those things on-line from any foreign pharmacy, but the hype is bigger than the boner you get from the pills,” he told me. “HARDWEAR though, that’s the real deal mechanical s---, works every time.” So, we went through the site, we upgraded to gold member level and watched video after video of all different guys wearing HARDWEAR with amazing women and there was no question it was working for them. The sex was super intense, the erections huge and hard, and it was all very effortless… the device was doing the heavy lifting, you could just tell.
I learned two things that day. First I learned that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks. And second I learned that my son is a bit of a sex fiend. It’s not uncommon, he tells me, for him to squirt three times a day… he always has his HARDWEAR and a couple of condoms in his pocket... if he can’t get to any of his many girls he has no problem beating off to porn (and let me assure you a card catalog would be needed to index his porn collection, this is how extensive it is—accept that people his age don’t even know what card catalogs are anymore). I hope the boy doesn’t need therapy for sex addiction later in life, but that’s an entirely different story. The real point is he was right. If HARDWEAR could power his outrageous superman libido then why couldn’t it do wonders for me? And it did. |
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| The rest is pretty much history. I ordered a Horseshoe Cock Ring that day and three days later it arrived, and it was amazing. Viagra alone was never enough to restore my sex life. But I can use HARDWEAR alone or in combination with Viagra, and the results are amazing. My erection is as hard as it was decades ago and bigger and bulgier than I’ve ever seen it. When something is life changing in the positive sense it makes you want to share, it makes you want to shout it from the rooftops. This is why I had to share my HARDWEAR success story. There is no question at all, it is best cock ring for guys all of ages. I love my HARDWEAR, my wife loves my hardware in HARDWEAR, and obviously my son (and his countless girlfriends) are just ecstatic about it—I hope he really is wearing condoms with all of them, but again that’s a different story. Thanks so much guys for an unbeatable male enhancement experience, my entire family loves your gear. |
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