I usually just use the good old hand. However, one time, after sheer curiousity, I found a hole in the side of my mattress to be inviting. So I decided to give it a go. After testing it out for about 5 minutes, I found it not be furthering my experience along any, so I went back to Rosie Palm and her 5 sisters.
However, it happened, and although not ever recorded (save for right now in this topic), a hole in a bed once became Idle Thought’s most unusual item to assist in masturbation.
What’s yours?
A sonicare toothbrush*.
*For the record it was an OLD toothbrush part…not one that would ever be used in one’s mouth again
One of those vibrating orbital sanders. Good god that thing was intense.
You know those scarfs made out of fuzzy yarn that are knit in a tube? Well I was trying to find an outfit for an anything-but-clothes party, so I decided to try it on as a dress (it’s pretty stretchy). I remember putting it on. I remember thinking “hmm, this feels kinda-” and then nothing for a while after that 
Does watching Emeril Lagasse count as unusual/interesting/odd?
Yeah, I think he’s hot in an unusual/interesting/odd kind of way. Bam.
Also, an old-school alarm clock, the kind with the two little bells on the top. Loud, but vibratey.
When I was thirteen I used to lean against the washing machine. . .
A horse, bareback, when I was maybe 15. I don’t know if it was male or female, but it didn’t make any difference at the time. Who wouldn’t, riding around in the hot Bakersfield sun wearing nothing but too large cut-off levis. 
Pretty common, I hear, but I’ve never talked to anyone about it. I’m not bashful, it’s just never came (heh heh ;)) up.
Peace,
mangeorge
a few years ago, a gentleman here wrote about the time he used toothpaste with an abrasive ingredient as a lubricant when he masturbated. once. 
one of the funniest things i have ever read.
Ummmm… Mace?
It wasn’t a very succesful experiment, and It was inadvertent. I was fairly new at the process, but hip to lubricants, and underground comix, anyway, on vacation, in an unfamiliar bathroom, looking for handlotion, conditioner, or the like, I came across a black can with the label peeled off. To ascertain it’s contents, I sprayed some on the edge of the sink, dipped my fingers in, and took a whiff.
I didn’t finish, that time. I did kinda puke, though.
Where I was brought up, a gentleman did not write about such things. :dubious:
Anyway, I find CNN’s Saturday morning all-female panel show On The Story works nicely, as long as that pickle-faced Barbara Starr isn’t there.
another gentleman’s motivation was in keeping his goldfish fed…
A drum. Djembe, to be specific. I never knew why they were the most popular drums at the drum circle until I stradled one (the preferred playing method, honestly!) and the deep bass boom from the center or the drum does interesting vibratory things. Coupled with (heh) the energy from 100 other drummers around me and a six story bonfire on a July night, and it was a really exhilarating experience.
I don’t think anyone else noticed.
But I wonder how many others were similarly occupied.
An episode of Inuyasha.
But as is the nature of the medium, they constantly switched off of Kagome to the various other characters. It is somewhat disturbing to find yourself in mid-stroke staring at some old Japanese dude rather than a hot 15 year old girl in a short skirt. I eventually gave up and found some actual porn.
There was that…but you didn’t mention the guy who licked a dog’s asshole. Although admittedly it’s not clear if that ever was masturbation material…or just something to make him a SDMB legend.
But I’m just metioning that to make me look better, as it was…a dog toy. Well, it was meant for the dog but it was such an interesting shape that i thought…well…
A can of tomatoes, a 1984 Chevy Cavalier, three copies of The Straight Dope by Cecil Adams, Nutrasweet, and a paper airplane.
Oh wait, wrong thread…
Marge Simpson voice: I don’t know what you have planned for tonight, but you can count me out.
Well, uh, there’s this jet in the, uh, hot tub. :eek:
Well, we have something in common.
I have molested a lot of weird objects in my day. Lots and lots of things. Anything that can be proven to vibrate that I could find time alone with, I tested out. I don’t even want to talk about insertion. Those years of 13 to 15 I was pretty much possessed. I was trying to break my hymen and I went through a number of items. I remember this one time I tried a carrot, but it was too cold so I put it on the floor next to the bed and forgot about it in a pile of teenager stuff. Then a few days later a friend was over and she was rubbing her eyes and saying, “is that a carrot or am I seeing things?” I was pretty cool. “Um like, yeah let’s go to the mall now okay?!” Anyhow, the cover to a braun cordless curling iron finally made a woman out of me.
Surely I’m not the only man aquainted with Sally Shower-Massage.
Shirely not.
Second hand experience:
In the videogame Halo, the Warthog (Think all terrain Jeep with a mounted machine gun), the gun has unlimited ammo, and makes the controller SERIOUSLY vibrate.