Rex Davenport, the nearly six foot stud that you have all grown so fond of,
that middle-aged ginger furry sexually fuelled dynamo...well, it was not always
this way for him. He had to grow into the man we all adore.
Those sleek sexy aromatic socked feet (size 11 BTW) did not always
eagerly enter the boudoir of any and all playmates. These early notes
compiled by Lenny Compton, avid male photographer, chronicle
Rex Davenport’s sexual budding...a late bloomer- yes
but oh so ready to be plucked and enjoyed! Let Lenny tell this tale of Rex and his early
lusty encounters with a slightly younger Rex in London. Enjoy!
It was such a thrill to create a record of my early work with Rex and share
my experiences with this amazing man, a true hero and the ultimate late
bloomer sexually. I take such pleasure in knowing you want to read over all
my many detailed (and truly unbelievably wild at times) personal journals
dating back to when I first met Rex Davenport and began to explore his body with my
camera and first introduced him to my circle of open-minded horny
players. I shall do my best to type up as much of it as I can.
To fill you in on some personal history, I was married and then divorced with no
children. Always wanted to be a photographer and found the male nude
amazing and most intricate. I was a gay older male, closeted and in need of air! The wife
never allowed me growth in this area and my career as an art instructor
in London gave me some exposure but not
as much as I wanted. After my divorce, I retired in 2005 from working in a
college art department full-time and concentrated on enjoying my life.
It was from 2005 that I began to explore my sexuality and found that I was
really more of a voyeur than anything else. Being in my 60's, I was now
finding the company of gay and bisexual open-minded men and women most satisfying
and highly stimulating in a voyeuristic way. They had no need of sex from
me and were totally open and unashamed in front of me. I could enjoy sex
through them and satisfy myself privately.
Besides voyeurism being a fetish I was discovering so late in my own life, I also had a
passion for male feet! Socked and bare feet drove me wild. Who knew? I had always
pushed thoughts like that out of my head when married, but now- I wanted to explore!
Socks, feet and...ass play! The idea of watching a sexy man, legs high-socked feet waving like flags
and a dildo shoved inside a hot hole- well, it made my elderly blood bubble!
I shall just take each of the journal entries in order and
lay them out for your greater insight. It will take ages but we shall
get through them all and please remember how
important all this thorough and kinky exploration was to Rex's development
sexually! The man you know today is all because of this very open and
honest time I spent observing, coaxing and guiding him in all things
Rex Davenport , a mature and perfectly handsome man in his very early 40's back in the
those days who had not really spent anytime becoming a sexual being. His
career had taken off and he was certainly successful in that work-a-day
word but...his now powerful sexual desires and open-minded curiosity was
beckoning loudly. Enter me, Lenny...The story of Rex's beginnings as seen
through my eyes and recorded in my journals.
Am I a dirty old man? You be the judge, I hope so!
Curious Rex responded to a small ad I placed in a naturist newspaper back then. It
simply stated that I was an eager amateur photographer looking for men who
were camera "virgins" and who wanted to explore their sexuality before my
probing lens. I insisted that I meet each of them twice, once in a public
setting and then in their home for security reasons in case they turned out
to be unsavoury in some way. Rex answered first and, as it turned out, very
A very keen yet shy Rex and I met for a coffee in a small café where we could talk. He was
shocked to meet a 60 something granddaddy-type who looked well kempt and could be
someone's dear old daddy. I comforted him by fully introducing myself
and calmly and openly describing my voyeuristic, wonderfully kinky and
completely honest intentions. My mission as I expounded in colourful detail
to Rex, was to find a bisexual or gay man that was a totally
uninhibited exhibitionist and was a virgin to nude photos. I wanted to
watch my discovery unfold before my eager eyes and camera! Rex loved the idea
of being naked and exposed to others...it was a lifelong desire, a craving of his.
OK! I checked out his lovely feet right away, they looked huge! I was in love! I wanted this
man to be my subject and I wanted to love those socked feet, up close and face to toes!
Rex revealed he was eager to meet others and hoped that through his work
with me he may meet some open-minded playmates. I assured him that I knew
some delightful guys and a few crazy wild gals and, in time, would introduce him happily. He
explained his lifelong nudist desires, his very open sexual cravings and how
much he wanted to be photographed nude by a photographer but wanted the
photos kept private due to his highly important job in London. He explained
he had experimented a bit with a self- timer but never before with another
person behind the lens. He also admitted to being a near virgin to heavy-duty sex with
another person except for some extended foreplay with some men and very few
women in the past. I could barely contain my excitement, a true virgin for
I knew as we talked he was ripe for my experiment. That handsome face,
ginger short hair and sweet green eyes spoke volumes! I quizzed him very
carefully about his comfort level. I needed to know if he was
totally open to me. I was about 20 years or more his senior and was
becoming a bit of a sexual guru in regard to the male from all
my time spent with my dear gay and bisexual chums I had met since my divorce.
I coaxed Rex into a second meeting at his well appointed home the following week. I
knew from my café visit his clothed body was a delight and just perfect
for my voyeuristic exploits... but nude, I could only imagine!!! And seeing his socked feet
was number one on my list. He was running late the night we met and
I waited for him on his doorstep for nearly 20 minutes. I brought the usual tools
that would help to relax Rex and ease any inhibitions he may still have felt about me, a bottle of
excellent wine and some sexy samples of some experimental photos I had
taken of a hot male gay couple years before when I first worked in the art school.
Well, he was still in his office expensive dress shirt and tie for the first part of our
meeting. We sat in the attractive living area downstairs and sipped my
strong, intoxicating wine and I showed him my sexy model portfolio. He was
assured that I had the greatest patience when working with those wonderful
models years earlier and I intended to just let Rex unfold at his own pace
sexually before my camera lens and he could be free to explore whatever he
wanted and secretly, in time whatever I wanted as well!!! I must have
poured him several glasses of wine before he even undid his tie and
unbuttoned two shirt buttons.
I kept expounding on how beautiful the male body was and continued using my
portfolio to stress my points. Rex was quite tipsy and I am embarrassed to
admit to you that I did this on purpose to relax him and gain his
trust. The exhibitionist in him emerged, as I knew it would, and to be
honest, I had to see the goods in order to know if deep down I wanted him
as the subject of my intensive study. He got more comfortable by kicking
off his shoes and tossing aside his tie.
His large size 11 feet were clad in thin dark blue nylon cotton blended socks, very sleek looking
and scented from a day of high-pressured work. I could nearly see-thru the sweaty bottom of each
socked foot as he relaxed before me. My own cock was raging. I was cut, damn it...I hoped
Rex was uncut. This was all so exciting!
I continued to stroke his ego with comments about his fine body, great feet
and wasn't it about time he showed it off to me and so on. Rex's red, well-trimmed
hair was slightly tussled and his handsome face now flushed pink thanks to
the wine...I was drawn to this sexy stud! The next move was for me to
become invisible and I urged him to pretend I was not there and just enjoy
himself, and to aid this I produced my final weapon, a sexy bottle of foam
bath scented with lavender.
I suggested to him to take a tub and just be
himself...as if I was just a chair in the corner. I told him he needed to
take that tub in order to be considered as my model. It felt like an order
and from that day on, I was sort of the one who called the shots! He took
me very seriously. He did want to be photographed, explored, handled and
observed to the fullest.
I recall in my highly sexualized way, knowing my voyeuristic lusts were
going to begin to be fulfilled, guiding him up the stairs to where I
presumed a tub was waiting. His sexy dark socked feet treading up
those expensively carpeted steps. I held my leather carryall bag of tricks tightly
with my camera fully charged and ready for the first exposures.
He wobbled into the large bedroom. Turning on a light, I saw the
tub in the small en-suite bathroom
just off the bedroom. He went into automatic. I filled the tub, added the
bubbles and he playfully started to strip down. His body was 100% all I needed for
my lustful photo explorations. He revealed to me a body that would give
hours of countless private orgasms to me while reviewing each and every
photo I shot of him.
He removed his silky shirt to expose his gingery hairy chest and he then slid his
trousers off. His white bikini briefs held a bulging secret within that I craved
to see. His eyes were dazed and peaceful as he bent to tug off each
clinging sweaty long OTC dark blue dress sock. I stopped him.
“Wait, Rex. Let me look at you. The look of the male in sexy socks
and underwear, so provocative and alluring.” I said gaping at him.
“You like socks? You mean, you think I have sexy feet?” he asked raising one foot forward.
He was so unsteady from my wine.
I may have been grandfatherly in looks, but this old geezer knew what he liked.
My knees bent and I knelt before his one raised foot, the socked glory before my eyes
“Yes, Rex, let’s say it’s a fetish of mine...and you have perfect feet.” I said grovelling.
“Get closer, it’s OK, I like it. It’s a new thing and I am all about new things.” Tipsy Rex said with a
warmth that drew me in.
His large socked foot now made contact with my face; Rex braced his hand on the
dresser so not fall over as I began to sniff and drink in the best scent ever, Rex Davenport
man-scent...his socked foot gave off the aroma of musky leather and hard work.
Could I be his photographer, sexual guru and worship his perfect feet...Hell yes!
Much more to cum from Lenny’s Journals of Rex!!! Feedback and comments much loved!!! DJXXX