The Curious Hotel

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Im a boob man. There I said it. I love my wifes big gorgeous natural boobs. Not to big but not to small either. That being said my holy grail, the one thing Ive never experienced are small boobs. As the old Jaffa ad went... "...small ones are more juicy"  Right?

I learned early and was self taught. I was 10, almost 11,when I first woke up one morning with the front of my pj bottoms wet and sticky just in the front and my newly awakened cock was hard. I had no idea what happened. I went to the bathroom, peed, threw my pj's in the laundry basket and got ready for school. Every morning after that I'd wake up erect. That weekend I had a dream about the girl next door who I played "show and tell" with regularly. We'd regularly strip and look at each other and touch and fondle each others "privates" but not much more than gigling. The weekend after for the first time when we fondled each other I got very hard. We hugged and rolled around on her couch bodies tightly held together giggling as my newly hard cock became a new toy. For some reason I didn't see her much that summer vacation. Soon afterwards though I would wake up every morning, hugging my mattress, face down on  erect. It felt good. At some point I moved my hips slightly which made my erection slide along the bed sheet. It felt amazing. I kept moving my hips, kept gripping the mattress tightly until I felt wetness around my newly awakening cock. Mind, up to this point I never knew what an orgasm was and never actually saw myself ejaculate. All I knew was this felt great and I couldn't wait to do it again.  The summer of my 11th year on the planet I spent every minute alone or when no one was at home stripped naked and mattress humping, several times a day. It didn't take long before I was getting hard just thinking of the next chance to hump again. This was all amazing until my mom started complaining about my increased laundry loads, sheets and pjs. The only thing that I could thing of was to avoid the evidence by not just stripping myself naked but stripping the bed naked too. This got my humping the coarse cotton tick mattress fabric...which drove me insane it felt so good. I was an ardent wildly reckless young humper and before I knew it my mattress was heavily stained So I flipped it over and realized that things would have to change, the scent in my room was musky,which everyone chalked up to puberty and bought me deodorant.

Now I'm 12 and had discoverd my uncle's stash of playboy mags. The only place where I could read them in peace was the bathroom. So once I went in sat down on the toilet and I guess really looked at the photos. For the very first time, seeing those photos made me really hard. Problem I was too far away to run to my bed to hump and I was mesmerized and throbbing.I knew that I needed to do something so I just grabbed my cock. I'd never done that before. It felt good in my hand so I just squeezed it, and it felt better. The harder I squeezed it the better it felt. Soon I was squeezing hard and rocking back and forth on the toilet eyes closed because it felt good, really good. I opened my eyes when my hand felt wet and for the first time I saw myself ejaculating. It felt great but again two problems. First I had to clean up me, but more problematic, I had cum all over the borrowed Playboy mag   I tried to clean it, no use so I turned the page, saw more naked women and I was hard again. I gripped my cock again, rocked back and forth this time staring at the pictures until I erupted again. This was the first time I had watch myself orgasm and cum. I don't know how long I was in the bathroom for but I read some of the stories, got hard again and watched everything intently. My rocking was moving my hand up and down the shaft so I stopped rocking and just gripped the shaft hard and pumped up and down furiously until I came again. Afterwards I was exhausted, I had trashed the mag so threw it away.

 Later that day my cock was really tender and sore. So I did nothing for a day or so which drove me insane. Later I learned that this was what being horny felt like. Desperate I ran to the bathroom, now two days later, with a freshly borrowed girly mag, stripped naked, horny and still sore. Again I couldn't help but look at the pictures, and was desperate to touch my cock but was panicking on how to do it without it hurting, especially  because the pictures looked so good and I was soo hard. Right then my eyes locked on my Dad's menthol shaving foam. I grabbed the can shot a hand full and put it on my sore cock, it felt really great, I lightened my grip as I stroked it and it felt amazing, I knew that I was about to shoot but didn't want to destroy another magazine and create suspicion so I stood up, turned around and masturbated over the sink, it felt so good to stare at my cock and see it cum. Slowly, I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, naked, out of breath, still hard and dripping cum into the sink. I don't know why but I started masturbating again right away,this time no magazine just staring at myself masturbating in the mirror until I watched my young, naked self cum. I turned on the tap, washed my hands and calming cock and rinsed all of the evidence away down the drain. I was forever hooked on my new found love of self pleasure. I had figured out a way to pleasure myself as often as I wanted with no one the wiser. It would be years before I learned all of the vocabulary to describe what I was doing, all the same I've never stopped since.

Quote from: ugga1968 on Oct, 29, 2026, I was talking about my own experiences, not accusing anyone about anything. I think I will shut up from now on to avoid stepping on toes because I apparently have a problem about expressing my self in a foreign language.

Not at all, didn't mean it like that. you are excellent at being bilingual and i always expect your comments on any post i make 

I was talking about my own experiences, not accusing anyone about anything. I think I will shut up from now on to avoid stepping on toes because I apparently have a problem about expressing my self in a foreign language.

Quote from: ugga1968 on Oct, 28, 2026, The is a huge difference in how wet women get, but in my (limited) experience it has no impact on their sex drive or how horny they get.

I don't think there is no rule regarding wetness and and hornyness.

I'm sure you are correct and I never suggested anything other? The thing is as a young girl I always thought there maybe something wrong with me as I got so wet. I used to take a spare pair of panties to school in case I saw a lad or teacher I liked. Katy never got as wet and I soon learned that guys rather liked it!

The is a huge difference in how wet women get, but in my (limited) experience it has no impact on their sex drive or how horny they get.

I don't think there is no rule regarding wetness and and hornyness.

I had already started exploring and letting my hands wander but then came sleepovers with my lifelong friend and still to this day partner in crime, katy! We discussed things together and tried things out together Swapping tips and ideas. We then discovered that it felt even better when doing it to each other. At the age of 10 on sleepovers we would lay in bed together kissing passionately and also playing with each other. We would cum time after time and I was always worried that underneath me was a massive wet patch which didn't seem to happen to katy?

I recall when I was 7 a friend who was about a year older showed me how to masturbate; he had learned how from a couple of older boys.  But now that I think about it, I was masturbating a lot earlier than that, although I didn't even know what masturbation was.  My memories go back to when [ was 5 (I can date it because we moved into a new house just before I turned 6.)  One of my first memories was my mother yelling at me - "STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR PEE-PEE!"  I recall that I had a very tight foreskin and I was always trying to "draw it all the way back."  It was painful for awhile, but I suppose the pain added to the pleasure.  I never had my first dry orgasm at age 9 and after that masturbated daily.

  I an now 87 years old,  I first noticed patterns changing around age 79.  Until then I had been edging for several hours every day and was having 2 or 3 orgasms a week,  Then orgasms became  less important, or urgent, whatever.  I still orgasm a couple of times a week but they a much less intense than previously and the amount of semen has greatly diminished.

I am 79 and enjoy masturbating daily but I edge and just treat myself to an orgasm once or twice a week.