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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! Introduction: 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 sexual. 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 successfully. 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 my directing! 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 and nose. “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

What no one really knows is, I'm a talented singer. To be honest, listening to me when I sing is an adventure. A squeaky door sounds much better. But I love music. I suppose you are like me that you guys hear music, but do not listen. But there are many moments in my life when I really listen to music. Sometimes it happens that a song touches me for some reason. It is possible that I have even heard the song several times before. Other songs are important to me because I have a direct connection to them. I associate these with a special experience or emotion. Does it happen occasionally that you like a cover more than the original? All these songs have a significance for me. Mad World I admit I like the cover versions by Gary Jules and Adam Lambert much more than the original. I've chosen this video, because Adam performed powerful and emotional. The original by Tears For Fears The Sound of Silence Once again the cover is the better one for me. It has more power, but it's still emotional. Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening Those lines were written by Paul Simon in 1963/64. Are those lines still valid? Here's the original by Simon and Garfunkel You Raise Me Up I wasn't aware that's a song by Secret Garden. Josh Groban's cover was the version I knew as the original. How often did you guys listen to Hallelujah? Jeff Buckley touched my heart. RIP Jeff Buckley The next song will always be remembered in connection with one of the embarrassing moments. Better do not ask why. To be continued in the comments.

Handsome mature Rex lay with legs wide open wearing only Bernie's sheer moist black socks. Bernie looked completely overwhelmed and extremely excited as if he might explode. With youthful exuberance, he reached out lustily and put his finger tip into Rex's scorching hot, luxuriously moist asshole. Rex let out a sigh of great pleasure and Bernie inserted the finger just that tiny bit deeper. Rex raised his sweaty socked feet and rested them comfortably upon Bernie's wide shoulders. "This feels so good! I want more! Bernie, thank you for finally dropping by!" he stammered as Bernie massaged his nimble finger in and out of Rex's hungry ass and relaxed the tight muscles with each pass through. "My pleasure, Rex! You just let me worship you...MMMMMM!! You go with the flow as they say. Now enjoy and don't hold back," Bernie encouraged in his well trained soothing doctor's office tone. Rex moaned with bliss as Bernie continued to finger his ass and gently stroke his tight, fuzzy ball sack. Next Bernie bent down and took Rex's uncut cock all the way into his mouth in one gulp. He sucked like a pro and bobbed up and down rhythmically to the beat of the finger action he was continuing in Rex's velvety hole below. Rex gasped with continuous delight and further encouraged Bernie with little whimpers and moans. "Yes....Oooohhhh.....More....Yes.....There.....MORE...MMMMMMM", Rex managed to burble. Bernie skilfully licked his way down to the ball sack and swished his tongue all over its' furry surface. In no time, he found his way to where his finger was busy pushing in and out. Bernie tenderly licked all round Rex's warm, tender ass ring whilst fucking away with his index finger. The constant sucking sound of the finger work combined with the slurping tongue noises made for an erotic symphony of sex. Rex fully reared back, further opening his ass and held his legs wide with his hands so Bert could really get in there! Rex's black socked feet waved above the bed like two triumphant flags in the breeze. Bernie hungrily took his finger out of Rex's wet hole and pulled his muscular ass cheeks wide open and begun a full tongue assault on the quivering, tender rosebud before him. "Bernie, you are one hell of an ass eater. GO DEEPER. Oh, Yes! There! Push in more. Suck it a bit. That tickles! Fuck me with your tongue. Yes! YES!!!! That's it!" Rex shouted with joyful praise. "You think my tongue feels good? Why not try this?" Bernie asked as he pulled his rigid, medium sized manhood out from beneath his now unzipped trousers. Ripping open a handy condom, always kept in his pocket for times just like these, Bernie sheathed his wide fuck-stick in the dim light. Spitting into his palm, he lubricated his eager cock with speed. Pulling Rex forward on the bed and kneeling between his wide spread legs, Bernie slid his cock right into Rex's eager hole. Rex's ass was so ready, so wet...so perfectly prepped for a good fucking! "Man, you feel like a warm silky glove in there!" Bernie shouted with enthusiasm. "My first man to man fuck in ages! You feel so nice and thick. Push harder. Pull me onto your cock!" Rex demanded. Bernie pulled on Rex's manly legs; those delicious sheer socked feet lay inches from Bernie’s face and thrust deeply so Rex received a good, long overdue ass fuck. He could not help be snuggle up to Rex’s right socked foot and just inhale the scents that lay along his curved sculptured arch. Bernie’s nose rode that sheer socked archway of Rex’s smelling his own Man-smells on knowing it was now all over Rex’s large sexy foot! Bernie thrust wildly into Rex's open ass and soon cried out, shuddered and then held still for a moment. His eyes closed and he said timidly, "I came inside you just now. Is that OK?" "Yes, stay in there and watch this!" Rex said with pride. Quickly Rex stroked his turgid erection with a few accomplished foreskin moves and spewed a shower of white cum all over his furry tummy. He yelped and sighed with relief. Bernie took his finger tips and picked up a bit of Rex's man spunk and licked it cautiously. The taste was divine and Bernie lapped it all hungrily from his sticky fingers. Rex gently pulled Bernie forward and he collapsed down into Rex's waiting arms. The two lay entwined in the dim bedroom and enjoyed a series of gentle kisses and warm snuggles. The shrill sound of Bernie's cell phone ended the post-orgasmic bliss once and for all. Bernie rose and answered the phone. Rex sat and waited quietly on the bed. Bernie finished speaking to his wife and looked lovingly at Rex. "I enjoyed tonight so much! And you, my sweet Rex will always be a wonderful memory!" Bernie said in bittersweet tone that touched Rex deeply. Rex grabbed the fallen, sweaty blue dress socks he had removed earlier that lay upon the floor. "You take these....another little gift from me and reminder of what we shared tonight. And....if you ever change your mind about this being a "onetime only event"...then you know where to find me!" Rex said with a playful grin that lit up his handsome face. Bernie moved to the door holding Rex's beloved gift socks in his hand. "Don't get up. Just sit there all naked and gorgeous on your big bed. I want to always think of you just that way and wearing my sheer socks!" Bernie said in a husky whisper as he slid out and noiselessly closed the bedroom door. The End...of this erotic chapter in our hero Rex's life. More adventures on the way soon!!! Comments and feedback always welcome!!! DJXXX