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Rhys is crazy sexy with his hair always on point, his all over body tan, his British accent that sounds a bit rough. All that before he takes his clothes off and start performing. His handsome face is known on both sides of the Atlantic where he has legions of female and male fans who subscribe to his fans account to ogle his lean muscular body and to watch his cum shows which usually involve massive geysers shooting cum onto that gorgeous face if not all over his abs. Watching a hot straight boy work his ass hole and shooting buckets is beautiful reminder of the accepting and sexually adventurous times we are living in. By spreading his ass cheeks for the camera he's also spreading the word that enjoying your prostate on a regular basis does not make a person gay. Rhys is an influencer in the straight community with an important message.. The prostate is a part of every man's anatomy regardless of sexual orientation. Playing with the ass hole and using toys and dildos to increase pleasure and heighten the intensity of orgasms are simple luxuries straight men have been denying themselves out of shame and bias. Enjoying ass play does not make one turn gay. Not just a pretty face but also a savvy busiman and a good content producer who knows his large gay fan base is paying the bills. He collaborates with his fitness model friends to add more naked men eye candy to his archives. He is a top producer with enough subscribers to allow him to tan in exotic vacation spots all over the world. Not bad for a straight guy who makes a living laying on his back.

I I recently posted a quick observation on Twitter that deserves a wider audience of experts if I am to find a satisfactory explanation for what is happening in the porn industry. American Studios like Falcon, Randy Blue, Men and even Sean Cody were once the main exporters of USDA Grade A Man Meat to the rest of the world. We created the American ideal, the muscle Sex God from Mike Branson, Ken Ryker, Ryan Idol, Jeff Stryker in the old days of VHS and DVD whose appeal and legendary status live on today. They are a reference the greatness and perfection of male sexuality and physical perfection. During the early days of the internet, some performers worked under exclusive contracts with studios to become Exclusive Stars and were promoted, while others jumped around for find work, create an identity and a finally a growing fanbase. Some beloved performers retired like Chris Rockway and Connor Maguire while others would still reign at the top of gay porn as today's international superstars: Diegos San, Austin Wolf, Dato Foland, Roman Todd and Griffin Barrows for example have enough fans who subscribe to their Only Fans account that they no longer need to work for the big studios. They make more money through their network of industry stars and rely on cross marketing and producing their own content. The days of exclusive contracts are over and the stars are now competing directly with the studios. Meanwhile, foreign studios continue to invest in recruiting new talent and introducing them to the American market. Many of them come from as close as across the Canadian border while others come from half a world away and almost overnight have have found massive followings which have catapulted them into porn superstardom faster than they can obtain permanent residency. Lucas Entertainment introduced us to Brock Magnus, William Higgins debuted Tomas Salek and then lost him to inferior independent studios. Then Men.com recruited Canadian stripper William Seed who would help keep the studio relevant by starting as an exclusive muscle top and finally gave it up the jig by becoming a muscle power bottom. He would bring along his stripper friends from Stock Bar and introduced the latest muscle sensation Malik Delgaty to American porn fans who have been lacking beautiful muscular man-meat in their diet for some time. Malik is certainly beautiful to look at with his chiseled body smooth and free of tattoos. But on screen, he is a version of William Seed 2.o who does not reciprocate oral and for now only appears as an exclusive top. It is the era of imported muscle gods with uncut cocks who have arrived to be serviced and worshiped by Americans in supporting roles. It's been a long minute since we've seen an American performer with the talent and the goods to compete head to head with these international imports. For a quick second, Collin Simpson was gaining traction as the brand ambassador for new studio Gayhoopla.com, but a fall out has Collin on his own making the rounds at inferior studios and quickly lost his fanbase. Gayhoopla seems to be only studio that invests time and effort into recruiting new talent. As with all studios, some stay while others are never heard from again. Such as what happened at Sean Cody with handsome newcomer Jeb who seem poised for international recognition beyond the studio fans, but sadly he had other plans. America has a huge population of good looking muscle men whose numbers would eclipse the foreign performers, but statistically they are straight men who usually do not find working in gay porn appealing. Those who are open to the idea, live in different pockets of the very large United States and are often discovered by independent porn producers without the means to propose a variable game plan for a lucrative career tempting enough to keep high caliber models from coming back or doing more. We got a one-off from SpunkWorthy who stumbled upon the gorgeous ex-soldier Giacomo for a solo shoot and who has since gone MIA. I also got my hopes up recently for a young stud making his appearance Active Duty where Superstars Quentin Gainz and Markie More started their careers before being discharged to Next Door Studios for civilian porn career. My first thought was that industrious American Muscle Hunks would use the Only Fans platform to do their own thing instead producing gay porn. Brock Cooper is one example of a successful straight man who has both straight female and gay male followers. He does not shy away from the pleasures of butt play and toys on his show, especially since they bring in th the tips, but he will not work with other men live in video shoots. Matt Mason or CreamyGorilla does shows with male and female fans, and briefly gained new audiences through an appearance on Gayhoopla in a solo and a scene on HotGuysFuck. But he's nowhere near the popularity of British import Rhys Sachett or That Tattto Guy who is very clear about being a straight man who enjoys putting dildos up his ass. There are two OnlyFans performers who are young and struggling to make their accounts achieve the kind of success only seen by the likes of Griffin Barrows and Austin Wolf. One is a fledgling model with a perfect face names Levin Conely. and the other many of you already know as Alex Grant. Alex is gay and does it all on camera. he is a sexual glutton who has found pleasure centers on his nipples and a pig when it comes to ass play. His solo clips are low budget handheld iphone captures which have become repetitive as a collection. He has the potential to be a global superstar with the right game plan. Levi Conely knows he is a commodity and teases fans with everything but decent full frontal images or clips. It's hard to build a fanbase or become a superstar if you don't show the goods when so many others out there are competing to do so. Surprisingly, the most successful independent performer who has built a lucrative career overnight through amassing hundreds of thousands of subscribers works with a small independent producer who has closely mapped and managed his star's road to online success. Hunky Jordan from Brandt's Boys who manages only three men is an unlikely poster boy for Gay American Porn. He is ruggedly handsome, self-identified as straight and married and has a short, thick muscular build adorned by some random and most would say awful collection of tattoos. Jordan's appeal is in his country boy personality from small town USA who has a big cock that shoots like a canon, often landing on his hairy face for extra hotness. He was introduced as a straight man who is gradually persuaded by his sucesss from paying fans who tune in each week to see him expand his sexual repertoire which has now included most gay sex acts except bottoming...which should happen in the next year because you can't keep fans waiting too long before they take interest and their subscription somewhere else. Also, to provide more value than just one major star, the site recently introduced a tall muscular ex-military good ol boy names Troy. Troy has a deep voice, a smooth toned young muscular body and a huge cock. But the major appeal here is his believable innocence and lack of experience with gay sex, and the exploration and discovery of gay sex acts by this straight man over time is what the site has to offer. It's a business model that works for the site which does not do much promotion and grows by word of mouth and Twitter.

I met Bagnold a few times and had tea with her in her garden in Rottingdean, the chalk garden of the play. Her house was built by Burne-Jones and was graceful and disheveled. There was a lawn of chamomile. She had an extraordinary life, a lot of which she tells in her autobiography. I love her novels, The Loved and the Envied, The Squire, The Happy Foreigner about her experiences driving ambulances in WWI, and of course National Velvet, set in the neighboring village of Lewes that she changed to Sewel. She wrote Serena Blandish as a young woman, soon after her marriage. It was published anonymously as the work of 'A Lady of Quality'. With the rise of the Angry Young Men in the early '60s she went violently out of fashion - she was Lady Jones, after all, wife of Roderick Jones the head of Reuters. She said that the theatre had broken her heart.

I'm pretty sure that Chris Noble that was on Survivor said a number of homophobic things on the show but maybe he was just playing the game? I don't know? He was on Watch What Happens Live as the shirtless bartender for one episode. I think he had his shirt off. Andy Cohen's had so many hot men on there as the bartender in the club house it's hard to remember. Although lately he's not had as many as he used to. Maybe because of the pandemic. He needs to up the hot, shirtless bartenders again.

Connery’s Bond embodied the postwar ideal of masculinity, a complex mix of old-fashioned charm and tough virility, loyalty to “Queen and Country”, and relaxed sexual mores. Raymond Mortimer wrote at the time, in his review of Fleming’s On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1963): “James Bond is what every man would like to be, and what every woman would like between her sheets.” The late Honor Blackman, who played alongside him in Goldfinger, described working with Connery as “romping about on international locations with the sexiest man ever seen on screen”. Connery’s Bond may get his Savile Row suit dirty, but he never loses his cool. Ruthless with his enemies, he’s not afraid of hurting many a female villain who threatens the success of his missions. He’s also, of course, an irresistible lover, able to seduce even those, like Pussy Galore, who claim “immunity” to his charms. Here are possibly the top five Connery Bond films, and why you may want to watch them again. 1. Goldfinger (Guy Hamilton, 1964) A beautiful woman whose spectacular death, and gold-painted lifeless body – remains, for better or worse, one of the most iconic images in the history of the franchise. A squad of female pilots is led by the talented Pussy Galore, whose name is an ironic reference to her sexuality. Goldfinger is a criminal genius, whose plan to make the US gold reserves radioactive in order to increase the value of his own is nothing short of brilliant, and whose laser beam poses a literal threat to Bond’s virility. 2. Dr No (Terence Young, 1962) Set in Ian Fleming’s beloved Jamaica, hints of Sinophobia lurk in the figure of Dr. No, whose Chinese ethnicity is conveyed through the Asian style of the clothes he wears. The first cinematic “Bond Girl” makes a memorable entrance wearing an equally memorable white bikini. But the fact that Honey Ryder also wears a knife around her waist suggests that she’s more than eye-candy. We’re also told she has used a black widow spider to kill an abusive landlord in the past. Just like Dr. No threatens the authority of white British Bond, so Honey represents a challenge to the patriarchal order he represents. She is a new kind of woman, as Andress claims, physically strong and ready to take part in the action. 3. From Russia with Love (Terence Young, 1963) The romantic settings – Istanbul, the Orient Express train journey – and the beautiful co-star, Daniela Bianchi, who plays defecting Soviet spy Tania Romanova, may fool us into thinking that this may be a Cold War “Romeo and Juliet” love story. Tania is, however, less interested in Bond and more attracted to the other tempting luxuries of the West that he may help her achieve. The poisoned blade concealed in the toe of villain Rosa Klebb’s shoe, provides another unforgettable moment in the film franchise, and one that insinuates further doubts about Bond’s invulnerable masculinity. And while at the end of Fleming’s novel, Bond is left for dead, in the film, it is Tania’s quick thinking and good aim that saves his life. 4. Thunderball (Terence Young, 1965) Still, according to Forbes, the highest grossing film of the franchise, Thunderball sees Bond in action in the Bahamas, a place which would remain close to Connery’s heart until his death in Nassau on October 31 2020. As the action unfolds around the beautiful island setting, and its treacherous coastline, Bond’s life is threatened by SPECTRE operative Emilio Largo (Adolfo Celi), and especially Fiona Volpe (Luciana Paluzzi), one of the many phenomenal female drivers in the film franchise – and a woman who is confident enough to ridicule his alleged sexual prowess. But it is the leading Bond Girl, Domino Derval (Claudine Auger), who, again, saves Bond’s life by shooting a harpoon at Largo. 5. You Only Live Twice (Lewis Gilbert, 1967) We may raise an eyebrow at Bond’s dubious transformation into a Japanese man, the patriarchal attitudes towards women presented as traditional of Japan, not helped by the lukewarm performance by Mie Hama, who plays what has been described as “servile Lotus Blossom” Kissy Suzuki, but there is enough charisma between the other female roles in the film, Aki (Akiko Wakabayashi) and Helga Brandt (Karin Dor), to make up for Kissy’s submissiveness. Both die, the latter in a spectacularly sadistic execution in a piranha pool. But Helga also very nearly mutilates Bond with a surgical scalpel and chucks a lipstick bomb at him before parachuting herself out of the plane she has been flying. A “bombshell” she may be, but not on the terms set by the men who try to control her.

You are absolutely correct, ColtMann about age with gay men. I myself have been actually looking for an article, written by any writer concerning the subject of how gays view age, whether joking or not. Example, I was 33 years old, renting some delightful porn in SF. The young guy behind the counter was of course flirting, until he asked and found out my age. "Wow, you're old!" So much for a quick, strange lay THAT night! He was lean, fit, without much fur. Which is unusual for me to be attracted, because I prefer a natural, furry man, yum! I left a bit confused. So for all of these years since, I have been searching the usual rags like Frontiers, The Advocate and others to find out what the hell is this age thing among gays all about. Then, I got a bit pissed one day because no one had told me 'the rules'. Once over 30 as a gay man, you are considered a 'dinosaur'. One then fit for the rest of one's life into a category of carnivore; forever searching for the perfect size 'meat'. It could be called 'bird', 'beef' 'peen', 'arms N' thighs', or whatever. Terms for men that one could either use to play with for hours, then brag to all your 'dino' friends at the local, nightly watering hole, the weekly brunch or the monthly social club. Hmm...it may be time to write a book. ps - (P.S.A. photographers), if you are gonna photograph anyone from below, you know, a kiss etc., please have your subjects (models) clean their noses and chop the corn fields!!! Age may be an issue, but the waving wheat (nose hairs) and boogers can change the viewers entire perspective of your photos (AND their lives after viewing)!!! [Sorry for the P.S.A., ColtMann. I was gonna add a cute photo at the end of my note, but as I was looking at some no-charge photos, I encountered a photo with 'crusteez' aka 'wheat N' corn' inside some nostrils!!! How the heck did the photo let that get past the editing process? I let it go and kept it moving! Much love to you, though! 👣]

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There is in western society also a certain amount of 'female conditioning' done to boys as they grow up... something quite subtle and mostly consisting of unspoken 'don't-dos' that you're supposed to learn. I never did. I remember being out with a crowd once and feeling lonely so I just said what I thought...that I didn't really want the social fake fun and needed to be spooning it with somebody and getting my cock played with. That didn't go down well. Similarly why are men always supposed to be tolerant / polite / suffering in silence when a woman attempts to 'cook'....usually by slinging some veg in boiling water and putting a poor old piece of meat in an electric oven? My response to this sort of post-world war 2 shit is usually " I want an Italian or fried chicken" plus some swearing. Third you're not supposed to compliment another girl on the size of her boobs if the one that you're out with can hear it. I've never worked out why that is.

Ever since I stumbled across an image of a heavyset bald man (in his 50’s ) complete with a beard and glasses, that had his face buried between the ass cheeks of a slender young blonde boy(legal age of course) with a perfect body, I knew that I had discovered the role I was meant to play. I Only date women, but I am always interested in fulfilling the fantasies of a man twice my age. I’m 33 and have had several long term arrangements over the years since I’ve been 18. I would love to share my experiences as well as hear from anyone else with similar tastes, and also any older men who specialize in having their way with sexy young men that catch their eye here are some pictures of what I find unbelievably sexy, plus a couple selfies that I hope you guys like.

THIS IS PART THE SERIES OF TRUE CONFESSONS FRON INCARCERATED MEN....... When I was 13 I barely had any peach fuzz down there... I was so horny all the time... All I wanted to do was cum... when my grandfather was gone one day... I went out to the barn... there's a pony that was out there and every time I walked by his ... I could see his dick hanging down ...I started jacking off and went closer and I started grabbing it ... and I'm playing with it and I could be the size of it... the head was huge and couldn't fit in my mouth... I started sucking it all the time and jerking off... years later I went to prison ...I was 19 ..secretly I still crave big horse dicks...and the blond hair blue eyes 145lb smooth boy loves worship my cellmate cocks...no one knows it...everyone thinks I'm straight....but I love cock so much. -Leo

Here is another repeat... I'm working on something right now named "Once Upon A Time" and in it I reference this so I thought you should read this first before I post the new one... Stay tuned... I was really torn about the title this week... I was thinking of calling it A Man And A Woman And Me or Un Homme Et Une Femme et Moi! I have spent much of my life in a darkened movie theatre lost in other worlds and alternate realities on adventures and sometimes to escape.... perhaps one of the earliest films that had biggest impact on my life was Claude Lelouch's film A Man And A Woman starring Anouk Aimee and Jean-Louis Trintignat--- I became utterly obsessed with it (I have seen the french and english version and loved both however the adults who dubbed the children's voices were a bit shrill and a titch annoying)... first of all I fell in love with Anouk Aimee and spent the late part of my childhood and early adulthood trying to be just like Jean-Louis Trintignat ( when I finally stopped trying to be him I eventually allowed myself to have a crush on him too) On top of the dramatic romantic story line (I still sometimes hear the music in my head when I am doing everyday activities) I became obsessed with owning a black turtleneck sweater not an overly popular item in Hawaii or LA.... but eventually I found the perfect one ( I still have it ) I also became dead set on owning a 1966 Ford Mustang and driving it in the Monte Carlo Grand Prix (Had the car but never raced it in Europe although I was a spectator several times) One of my best friends from college looked exactly like mlle Aimee and I was driving my red Mustang around town... Life could not have possibly been better in spite of the fact that I looked nothing like Jean-Louis Trintigant and I was in West LA and not Paris. The biggest obsession was...In the movie her character Ann Gauthier was a Continuity Script Girl the title as such no longer exists; now the people who do this job are called the Script Supervisor or Continuity Director--- it's more or less this persons job to make sure that the continuity of film from scene to scene is shot accurately and also to research and make sure that there are no technical or logistic errors--- I become obsessed with continuity and ultimately production values to the point where a few people hate going to the movies with me. Making a movie is a big job and it's not easy. I've been on location, on a set and on a soundstage and on a stage... there are sometimes hundreds of people involved in any given production but it's easy to spot the Script Supervisor... It's the person holding a large notebook and clipboard with a stopwatch around their neck and they are usually only a step or two away from the director. ... to do this job well you have to have an uncanny eye for details for the sets, costumes, props, makeup and hair of the actors to keep the logical continuity of the film accurate... keep in mind that films are rarely shot in progressive page to page script sequence. You have to watch everything from the length of beard stubble to the length a partially smoked cigarette. Above all else it helps if you have done some research on the script prior to filming especially if you are doing a period piece. There are films that are shot partially on location and part on a soundstage at a movie studio... you would be amazed at the attention to detail that goes into a replication... Two such movies that immediately spring to mind are Murder On The Orient Express and The Other Side Of Midnight... I adored both of these movies for different reasons but I was in awe of the detail that went into filming the scenery that was projected to show in the window of the train as if it were actually traveling from Istanbul instead of being shot in a studio north of London.... on the other hand in The Other Side Of Midnight when they projected the background scenes onto the window frames... the projection plates got switched during filming and one sequence you see mountains from a bedroom window and in another scene you see the ocean from the same window.... A few more continuity issues from different movies are... In George Cukor's last movie in 1981 was Rich And Famous... there is a beach party scene being shot in the late 60's time frame and on the beach is a boat with a sail on the mast that was not created until the late 70's. In a scene from Bonfire Of The Vanities Melanie Griffith exits through a door and reemerges in the same scene having had breast implant surgery (How did her boobs get so big in just a few seconds) I'm only guessing they filmed the remainder of the scene on a Monday after completeing the first sequence on Friday.... but seriously I'm the only one who noticed? During the filming of The Wizard Of Oz the length of Dorothy's hair changes three times. When Kevin Bacon is riding his bicycle in New York City in Quicksilver you might actually notice it's San Francisco especially when you see a city bus with a California radio station ad plastered on it's side. When Elizabeth Taylor played Cleopatra in the 60's during filming she passes under a triumphal arch on her way to town... it was actually not built until after the real Cleopatra died. In The Sound Of Music set in the 30's there are orange crates in the town with lettering Jaffa Oranges--- Product Of Israel.... Israel was not founded until 1948. In Foul Play Goldie Hawn is eating lunch with a friend on a park bench and during the sequence of the scene the sandwich goes from whole, to half eaten, to not touched then just one bite taken and then disappears completely. During a scene in The Great Gatsby set in the 20's a 1934 Packard is used as one of the automobiles. Remember the movie Krakatoa East Of Java? Did you know that Krakatoa is actually west of Java? Once they realized the error the film was later changed to "Volcano". I could go on and on with this but one of my biggest issues that I just can't let go of is where the ladies managed to buy false eyelashes (not to mention the glue) in the old west is beyond--- me but seriously where did Raquel Welch find them One Million Years BC?.... OK one more... In Jaws set during the summer... The trees in town are practically bare... it was actually shot in May before the leaves had opened on the trees in Martha's Vineyard... OK just one more... (I promise) when Cybill Shepherd is chasing the train in The Lady Vanishes her high heels become running shoes as if by magic. OK so maybe continuity may not be your thing... here are a few other jobs that you may have wondered about when you watch the credits roll at the end of a movie... Best Boy the Assistant chief electrician. Gaffer the chief electrician on a film set. Grip is someone who does the physical labor during a shoot... similar to a stagehand in the theatre. (The Key Grip is the supervisor of all the other grips)... not to confuse you but sometimes there is also a Best Boy Grip who is the assistant to the Key Grip. Producer think of this person as the CEO of a film in charge of hiring, firing and financing. The Executive Producer is often someone in the cast who was given a bigger piece of the pie as a financial incentive. There are so many people on a film project from the writers and wardrobe and makeup people to the catering staff and the people who are responsible for transportation to the men and woman who do stunt work but before you decide you want a career in film just remember that most are governed by a union and it's hard work with long hours... here are a few more things you might find handy to know... Action... the events that happen in front of the camera. Dailies or Rushes... the film that is shot on one day is usually viewed the next day by key people involved in the production (this is when continuity errors are best caught and deemed necessary for re-filming or shrugged off hoping I won't catch them). Dolly a wheeled platform holding the camera and camera operator so the camera can move forward and backward and side to side (the person who moves it is the Dolly Grip) Establishing A Shot is a wide angle shot of the set or setting often called a long shot Flashback a backward jump in time sequence. Hot Set a set that is being used for filming or is ready to be used. (Lighting a scene can be very complicated... and the lights make the set hot) ... but the term is related to continuity precautions; signs or banners are posted on a set to warn against moving, removing or touching anything on the set so that the shot can be set up the same as it was when shooting resumes. Location is a site for shooting away from the studio. Master Shot similar to establishing a shot and is used to set the scene and before close ups and dialogue that is shot in one shots and two shots that are done separately using the same dialogue and action as the master shot and are often spliced together during editing to create continuity. (Sometimes these shots can be very complicated and tedious to film--- what turns into 5-10 minutes of a movies actual running time can take 8 hours or more to film)... to help put this into perspective sometimes a miniature set is made before shooting on location was more common and/or when it would be nearly impossible or too costly to to shoot it at life size scale... Superman, Lord Of The Rings and most of the action adventure movies where cities or buildings get blown to pieces. Rear Window Miniature Rear Window Studio Russian Village Goldeneye Sometimes it's more cost effective and safer in the long run to shoot in miniature. MOS shooting without the accompanying soundtrack; legend has it that it translates to "mit out sound". (for years I thought it meant Music Off Sequence) Over The Shoulder is a shot taken over the shoulder of one actor toward another actor or of an object in scene to establish a point of view. (POV) Seen through the eyes of the actor. Prop is any movable item other than furniture that is used on a set... hand props are the things carried by actors.. a gun, flowers etc. Production Values the sum total of the mostly intangible factors that lead to the overall quality of a film from the budget to the range in quality of the people who work on the project. Projection Plate is usually a slide which is projected on to a background to create a scene like exterior windows (see The Other Side Of Midnight above) Reverse is a shot taken at about 180 degree angle from the preceding shot. Scene is a division of the films action that can take place in a single location or a series of shots. Wrap as in "It's a wrap" when the filming is completed... (usually there is a wrap party) Kuhio Theatre Before we wrap for the week let me just say I love the movies... I have loved being involved with the filming and I loved spending part of my childhood in a theatre and later when I got older at a drive in... I have some of my favorites on DVD that I can watch at my whim but I do miss some of the places that no longer exist where the magic of the films I watched sparked my imagination and fueled me with the drive to visit some of the far off and far out places that I discovered in a dark movie house eating Junior Mints and Jujubes ( Jujube was my nickname until I was well into my 20's) Next week I'm going to revisit some of the people, and places and things that don't exist anymore. Kailua Drive In So... let's all go to the movies and have fun and be entertained but find some inspiration in the talent, beauty and artistry but believe in the magic even though we now know that... it's only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea. PS after I finished writing I was thinking about the movie Day For Night It's a wonderful movie by Francois Truffaut with a brilliant cast that offers a rare view behind the scenes while filming a movie.

🏝️🌞 Old Hedo trip 🏝️🌞 (From one of the times my man & I went to Hedo, pre daughter) It was so awesome to run around & enjoy the beach, sand, sun & pool areas completely naked! That plus being able to see so many guys with large well hung penises. So yummy looking! 🤤🙂 Of course having fun with a penis just about everyday wasn't bad either, felt really good at times! 🙂 Had sex just about everyday there with my man, which at times has included some other men & women. Don't think I've had that much sex in a week. Possibly got close a few times during college years at GA Tech. There was a few times that I had fun with multiple penises & being the center of many gang bangs. One time I believe I had up to 5 penises enjoying me! 😊 I recall there was one day my man had went golfing with some of the guys he met & I was alone to myself for awhile. I was covered in tanning oil laying out on one of the poolside loungers working on my already all body tan. Just laying there completely naked 🚫👙 with just my sunglasses 🕶️ on. This was really nice cause it allowed me to discreetly check out fully nude men walking by & to really get a good look at their penis and/or cute butt! There were a few that had a nice large, thick, hung penis. 😉 One guy had stopped by my lounger & started up conversing. He stood mere feet from me as it gave me a great view of his rather huge well hung, clean shaved, smooth penis (his balls looked really nice too)! 🤤 Little did he know that he really got my attention by having no pubic hair & that he was getting me wet as I just laid there naked looking right at his beautiful penis. I told him to move closer, as he did I reached up & grabbed that lovely dick of his. Gave it a few strokes & then took his erect peen into my mouth & began to suck it! After a while he unloaded a really nice huge cum shot 💦 into my mouth! Yummy! I swallowed most of his huge cum shot! His last huge cum shot he managed to unload landed on my firm tanned boobs. I licked his yummy cum off my lips while looking up at him. 😉 He helped me up off the lounger as I mentioned to him that I was going to go into the pool to wash off what was left of his cum shot from my boobs. I asked him to join me as I reached & grabbed his now semi hard peen & lead him into the pool. 😉 We made our way to one of the edges of the pool. I began to splash some water onto my boobs as he began to rub where his cum shot was. We flirted at bit back & forth with each other as both of us enjoyed our pool time together. 😊 After a while of flirting with each other, I had reached down underwater & grabbed his penis. I could tell my his facial expression that he enjoyed my touch. I stroked it a few times & then guided his growing hard on right into my bald tanned pussy. I whispered to him that I wanted to feel his now huge peen inside me. That is all he needed from me as he slowly began to penetrate me. He is huge peen felt so good as it entered me. The length & thickness of his peen drew me into lost ecstasy. 🥰 I uttered out a few pleasure moans as he began pound me harder. He was enjoying this just as much as I was as his hands caressed my tanned boobs giving them a soft yet firm squeeze. I can’t remember just how many orgasms I had while he fucked me with that huge gorgeous peen! I let out a pleasure moan as he unloaded another huge cum shot 💦 deep inside my bald tanned pussy as I could feel the warmth of it as it entered. 😍 He pulled his peen out of me & climb out of the pool & sit on the edge. I made my way back in between his legs & began to play with it. 😊 I was so lost with him as I began to caress, kiss, & lick his peen & balls. His lovely peen became erect again so I stuck it into my hungry mouth & eagerly began to suck him off! 😁 To this day, my man still doesn’t know about this awesome sexual experience of mine. Every now & then it I will think about it while I am out on my lounger poolside sunbathing naked taking in the hot Georgia sun. At times I’ve ended up rubbing myself & inserting my dildo while I’ve thoughts about this.

Are you still asleep or up already? Are you a late riser or an early bird? Long long time ago I was a late riser. Please do not confuse with a late bloomer. Anyway, I took every chance to start the day later. The weekend was always meant to sleep in. Something's changed. Several years ago I changed my behaviour to the contrary. It was at a time when I had trouble sleeping. I woke up at night, always thinking about the unfinished tasks, personal goals, ideas and rolled from side to side until I finally fell asleep again in the early morning. When my alarm clock rang, I pressed the snooze button again and again. This battle turned into a morning ritual. When I sat at my desk later I was drained and tired. I did the most urgent tasks and postponed all the others in the hope that I would be fitter the next day. Procrastination is a vicious circle. Now it happened that I got up when I lay awake around 4 am. It wasn't intended. I didn't even think about. I just decided to get up. What happened now was interesting. I enjoyed the morning peace and quiet, started to work off my tasks and the to-do list was getting shorter. So I started thinking. I began to deal with the matter. Why did I sleep better again? Why was I more productive? Why was I more relaxed? 5 reason to get up at 5 a. m. Clarity You have not yet been pushed to and fro by a thousand small and large demands from a thousand directions until you feel dizzy. No one is bothering you, neither mails, nor phone calls, nor life gets in your way. Your partner is still sleeping, your colleagues and your competition even more so. Television has nothing to offer. Benjamin Franklin got up at 5 a.m. every morning to be able to plan citizen militias undisturbed, to design the US Constitution in his head and to invent the lightning rod. The philosopher Immanuel Kant got up at this time to smoke a pipe, meditate and think up his epistemology or phrases like "One who makes himself a worm cannot complain afterwards if people step on him.". At 5 a.m. there is only you, with your clear thoughts, your plans, your goals. Full of energy and time for you. Self-discipline Why do we so rarely manage to do sports after work, or take care of our household or finally give our family and friends the attention they deserve? Why are most diets thrown overboard in the evening? Self-discipline is like a muscle that goes limp during the day. Every little decision you make (Quickly cross the crossroads at yellow?), every tiny task you don't do out of pure joy or habit (Quickly iron your shirt before going to the office. Better to eat only the apple than the family pack of chocolate bars), strains the muscle of self-discipline. Like any other muscle, it needs energy. At the end of the day there is nothing left of it. All your plans to lose weight, to do sports, to meditate regularly, to start a business, to read more books or to learn to play the guitar, are confronted in the evening, unarmed, with an army of old, bad habits, light distractions and tiredness. At 5 a.m., you're more self-disciplined than you've ever been that day. Why not invest this energy in yourself and your dreams instead of giving it away over the day to your job and the things that others want to do with you ("Heyyy, do you have a minute...?"). Enthusiasm Between 6 and 9 in the morning, people tweet with the highest percentage of words like "fantastic!", "super", "proud" and "shit, that's cool!", according to the results of a major analysis. It's the people who, in all outward calm, did great things with joy while the sun was rising. At 5 o'clock in the morning you still have plenty of time to do things that feel fantastic, bring you forward and make you feel proud. While your fellow men are still wallowing in bed. Creativity Ernest Hemingway got up at dawn to write about old men and the seas, the war and snow on Kilimanjaro, securing himself a Nobel Prize in Literature and millions of readers. At 5 a.m. you can hang on to the teat of creativity and drink from it with big gulps. Sounds disgusting, but it works. The early morning attracts SUCCESS James Citrin, CEO of a global recruitment agency and himself an early riser by conviction, asked 20 managers of international corporations when they get up and how they spend the morning hours. None of them started the day after 6 a.m. One of the interviewees was Steve Reinemund, former head of PepsiCo. Reinemund gets up at 5 a.m., goes for a four-mile run (outside or on the treadmill), takes a shower, meditates, reads a book or the newspaper, and then spends breakfast time with his children without rush before he drives to the office and starts the work day. He knows: what is most important to him must be done first. Because during the day, urgent things come to the foreground, which do not necessarily have to be important. At 5 o'clock in the morning, the successful ones take the reins of their lives in their hands. Thanks to my monk for reminding me. The five reasons may now appear to some to be somewhat contrary to the completion of tasks. No. I transformed myself into an early riser and realized that it is of the greatest advantage for my private life as well as for my job. Both spheres must be in harmony, in balance. By getting up early I managed to keep this balance. Every day I got up just before 4 a.m. At first I allowed myself a delicious tea, which I enjoyed most of all on the balcony in the summer months in all peace and quiet. There is hardly anything better than the sunrise and the chirping of the birds in the morning. Afterwards I went for the morning sport. Freshly showered and wide awake, I got into the car after a leisurely breakfast to arrive at the office shortly before 7 am, two hours before business hours. In these first two hours I accomplished the most essential tasks. BTW, my to-do lists are not sorted by priority, because everything is always important or appears to be. My lists are divided into unpleasant, pleasant and enjoyable tasks. The unpleasant tasks are to be done first. Even for this there is a simple reason. As long as you know that you have an unpleasant task to do, you work less concentrated. The energy is vasted only with the thought "I still have to do this... shit.". But once you've done that, you just pat yourself on the back and say "Well done". Through the relief and the sense of achievement, you gain new strength but above all you are more relaxed and in a better mood. At the end of the day I have more time for myself, for my partner,.... and so on. Just because I got up earlier, did not procrastinate, got things finished. Also on weekends I got up at this time. The best time to bake bread and buns. I've learned that many people do not understand the importance of (self)discipline, (self)structure and (self)balance as essential tools to live a more fulfilling, positive life. Getting up early is a simple first step, which should be complemented later with further puzzle pieces, such as purposeful relaxation, meditation, etc. But it is a first step. In the past weeks and months I was able to observe that especially those people of whom I know that they have a similar attitude towards life and use the same or similar techniques as I do, can deal with the current situation much better. As is commonly known, some things in my life have changed in the meantime. I am still an early bird. Something that will never change. I wake up between 4:30 and 5:00 o'clock in the morning, get up and usually prepare an Earl Gay (a self-made herbal tea) with lemon. I enjoy it together with the pleasant silence and the sound of the waves on the deck. Pat and sometimes Ben join me about a half hour later. We swim a few lanes and jog a few kilometres before enjoying the breakfast my husband has prepared in the meantime (or we all prepare it together) in all comfort. After that we are ready for all the tasks and challenges of the day. In doing so, we also pay attention to balance, to enjoy the pleasant things and moments. Being an early riser does not mean going to bed early. There is a German wisdom "Mit den Hühnern schlafen gehen." (go to bed with the chickens [and you hold the cock in your hand when you wake up]*) which says that you should go to bed early like the chickens. I realized that my body demands much less sleep than I had ever thought before. *the part in square brackets is a commonly known addition 😁 Life is energy. (If you have read carefully, you have already figured this out.) This energy can be channeled in a purposeful way. Thanks for reading. Please let me know by your comments if you are interested in techniques to transform yourself into an early bird and other ways to achieve more positivity, balance in your life.

Right now at least for me the biggest heroes on my list are the men and woman around the world working in health care who have been fighting on the front lines against covid-19... But before I begin I want to address something that I received a few e-mails about in the last week or so... that it's my tendency to write about the past... I want to be perfectly clear that I have no interest or wish to go backwards and live in the past or try to hold on to it in todays world... but it's important to remember certain people and events because they are largely responsible for shaping us into the type of people we have become. If you want to take some time and go back and reread some of what I have written... even reading between the lines... I don't dwell on the negative circumstances or people... I have simply learned the lesson I was supposed to and moved on. But keeping the positive influences and wins... are important for the present and the future... in my opinion. This to me is the ultimate meaning of "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water." Reflecting on my past and the parts I played in the world and simply what I observed I have had a lot of heroes in my life... from Rosa Parks to John Glenn to Michael Phelps and a lot of people in between... some of them have inspired me for a single moment in time and others for decades... but I'll get back to all this later. Hero--- noun a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. It's been suggested that the 12 central traits of heroism are... Moral Integrity Bravery Conviction Courage Self-Sacrifice Selflessness Determination Inspirational Helpful Protective Honesty Determination These are all wonderful qualities... and to me they are the things that can help make someone a winner and/or a leader... but not necessarily a hero. I think it is simply doing the right thing and upholding the principles of human decency. Peter Norman at the 1968 Olympic Games in Mexico City inspired me years after his heroic stand wearing a badge on his uniform that read "Olympic Project For Human Rights" from an organization set up a year earlier to oppose racism in sport. In one of the most iconic photographs in sports history Peter Norman like John Carlos and Tommie Smith were banned from the Olympics but he is the one who was forgotten by the world for taking a stand. At his funeral both Smith and Carlos gave the eulogy and carried his coffin... as Carlos said "he was a lone soldier for his small but determined stand against racism."... "He just happened to be a white Australian guy standing with two black guys on the victory stand all believing in the same thing." The US Track and Field Association declared the day of his death 9, October 2006 as "Peter Norman Day" the first time in the organizations history that such an honor was bestowed on a foreign athlete. The three remained lifelong friends since their chance meeting in Mexico City. From this I found a new hero in Colin Kaepernick... and also for everyone else who is standing up for doing what is right... If I owned a business this sign would be on the door. Anyone who is standing up to do the right thing to me is a hero... but if you are going to talk the talk you have to walk the walk the walk in everyday life... that is how it's easy to separate the real ones from the posers... Since the fire has passed through Mallacoota Australia last year this amazing, selfless young man was out searching for injured wildlife. This is one of 7 koalas he’s saved. Like everything else in life there are different levels of heroism... some people pledge millions of dollars to do something important but they publicize it so that the act reflects on them and their image... others go about it a bit more quietly and thoughtfully... don't get me wrong we need both kinds of heroes in the world... but doing something because you are inspired by someone or something to me is what makes a hero. I've never really been inspired by a character or a movie... Superman in particular because I was at Elstree Studios when it was being filmed and I saw behind all the magic and the glitter... but I have been in awe of some of the people in and out of the entertainment industry who have used their voice and money and have been able take a stand for doing the right thing... Sometimes being a hero is quite simple... other times you have to draw on your own powers of empathy and really go out of your way to make a difference... Everybody needs someone to make them feel like tomorrow is more than just another day... and really understanding this is in my opinion of the true character of a hero. It's taken me almost my entire life to figure something out... it's about not avoiding the bruises you can get in life but also collecting the scars to prove that we showed up and stood up for something. I know more people than I should who would be horrified if they saw their character in the mirror and not their reflection... I'm grateful that I'm not one of them... and that I know that my fingerprints can not be wiped away from any act of kindness as they can not from other peoples acts of treachery and/or deceit ... it's important for me to know that maybe someday someone will hear a song I sang and remember me and hopefully I will have inspired them in some small way to make a difference where they can. I would be remiss neglecting to bring attention to the biggest hero in my life who I held out for for many years to find... Thank you Nicholas from the bottom of my heart you have always had my back. I am embarking on a chapter in my life that has taken a great deal of time and soul searching so that I can make a difference in someone's life... I'm not going to tell you what it is... because that's the kind of hero I have always wanted to be. See you next time. Be safe... and do the right things for the right reasons...

American actor, and one of the most popular leading men of his time. A product of the Hollywood star system, he got his start playing dramatic roles in films such as All That Heaven Allows and Giant. His popularity grew when he began appearing in romantic comedies opposite Doris Day. Their first was Pillow Talk, with the memorable scene of Hudson’s character “pretending” to be gay in order to win the girl. Hudson’s actual homosexuality was a carefully kept secret, though well-known among his friends, and by the 70s he could sometimes be spotted amidst California’s gay scene. When it was announced in 1985 that he had AIDS, he became the most beloved celebrity associated with the disease, and his death shortly thereafter was a turning point in raising awareness and lessening its stigma.

Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house. Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight! Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made! He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space. Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above. Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well. Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed. Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love! Byron watched and watched and saw ALL! ************ Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip! The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples! “See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other. “Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight. “Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped. “May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking. Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray. She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night. Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex. Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion. “You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way. Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled. “Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp. “I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry. “Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began! Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy. Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF! Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together. “Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it. “Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple. Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button. Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made. Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten! The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her. Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside. The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan. “Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!” Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet. Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore! And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron. Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ

well, I've been stimulated, so that was the high point of day. I love the way they mail cheques on Friday, so one gets them on Saturday, and perhaps can't get to the bank until Monday (remember, I am too old for taking a picture with my smartfone, which I do not have). crab, crab, crab . . . at least I got the moneyhoney. I could play big spender and spend a little on one of these handsome young men - very hard to choose, so I will have to go with Gabe Johansen as a hunky blonde cowstud. hope you enjoy. a big shout-out and welcome to our newest clubmembeers; we appear to be growing by leaps and bounds. I'm just hoping to collect some Likes and Stiffies as I work the collection. remember the Miscellaneous Models and consider contributions of pix if you have them. will be molto apreciado! https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23928-jerome-tom/ https://www.adonismale.com/files/file/20849-jessup-kyle/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23929-jirgl-ross/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23930-joel-mark/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23931-johansen-gabe/ Colt

Our sexy budding omni-sexual hero, Rex, all near six feet of him- toned and muscular was no match for this hungry beast-MILF. Byron stood up on the stairs outside the sitting room and knew poor Rex Davenport was doomed. Ever since his dad left well over 15 years before, his mum had ravaged any male who darkened their doorstep. She was always on the pull, so to speak. Her new false teeth shining bright and a ciggie in those big red lips. She trawled the bars, the stores, the streets...she was a hungry thing! Sure she was old, over 60, and still acting like a young wench. Byron stood ashamed and a tear fell down his acne covered face. Barely in his 20’s and so depressed. Life with Zelda and her hunger for men made him want to run! He wanted men...no, a man...Rex. He loved that Rex, but now his mum had her claws deep. Soon she’d chew Rex into a hundred pieces! Byron heard the two wrestling in the sitting room, she was stripping Rex. Rex’s suit coat was now tossed aside by this full breasted MILF, her bleached hair up in a big bow. She worked at his dress shirt buttons, Rex tried to take over, and she slapped his hands away. “Now you relax, Rex, let Zelda make you all cosy!” She purred like a big blonde cat. Zelda hungrily eyed Rex’s extra large feet clad in sexy socks and expensive shoes. She knew what that meant! She’d suckle those tasty man-toes as a little appetizer. How delicious she mused. Rex was more embarrassed than turned on at this point. His sex with the female of the species was only just taking off after years of being dormant. And his male sexuality desires were on the up and up as well...he wanted it all, but he really was unsure Zelda fit any of his needs. The skilled fingers undid three buttons; his golden furry chest popped into view...his nipples just on the fringes of his shirt edges. Zelda pulled her boobs back and surveyed her handy work. “That’s it, no need to be all cooped up in a dress shirt, sexy man! Love the chest, so manly and those golden hairs, nice!” She breathed seductively. “Oh, look, sexy nipples...and tight too!” She gushed while reaching one set of manicured fingers into the folds of his short and locating one pert man-nipple to massage. Her hand massaged Rex’s chest muscles all around the nipple. “Strong, you swim...I can feel it.” She cooed like a dove. Rex pulled back slightly and felt the back of the couch block his retreat. Her hand stayed on his chest. “I cycle and swim...jog a bit. I try to keep fit.” Rex said modestly as he tried to look charmingly up at her mascara laden eyes. “You are fit, I want to see more. But let’s have a drink.” She pulled her hand free and found a bottle and two glasses. Poured a strong drink in each and lit a ciggie. She puffed from across the dirty, cluttered room and surveyed yet again...her man catch! Byron’s small dick roared to life inside his trousers. He wanted to masturbate. He hated what his mum was up to with his sexy Rex but he just could not help being turned on. The method she used rarely failed. Byron just wanted to get a better view of Rex being devoured by powerful Zelda! Zelda sauntered over to Rex who still lay back against the old worn out couch. His legs splayed wide and arms at his sides. He’d given up resisting. Zelda’s larger than life boobs and chubby rather short body tottered on her heels. Her net hose on her meaty legs were at least a treat for Rex. He’d not seen pantyhose of a daring nature since that visit from Carol and Eric. Zelda was truly giving Carol a run for her money in the tough dame category. Her barely concealed breasts loomed over Rex’s wide eyes as he took the very strong drink, straight up booze...right to the head he guessed. She wanted him to be passive...and boy if he drank that, he would be! Rex sipped slowly. Very strong stuff. He coughed. “Drink up Sunshine, more in the bottle.” Zelda cackled as she puffed her ciggie and sipped her drink. She remained aloft, pacing about as if on display to Rex. She kept striking odd poses, her skimpy housedress giving away many secrets as she did so. Rex was amused at best. His uncut cock did stir...she was trying to impress him. He did not want Byron to pay the price of a grumpy mother; he felt it was his duty to play along. The dreary room filled with smoke and Rex felt he was getting lightheaded. He’d have loved a window open. Zelda turned as she leaned on the former mantelpiece edge. “My Byron, he has a crush on you. He’s gay, I am sure of that. And he has been...oh, beating his meat over you. No need to be delicate. And I think he watches you thru binoculars.” Zelda said with wide eyes and downing her drink. Byron heard this and almost burst into the room but held back...he was bright red with heated anger. Now Rex knew as much- he was sure many folks watched his windows, he’d seen Byron from his side of the road. And loved being watched...so, he decided to give Zelda a little taste of her own medicine. “Well, I love being watched. I am flattered Byron desires me. And you can rest assured, I hope he will be brave enough to come on over and see the goods up close.” And Rex downed his drink! His green eyes flashing with glee. Zelda nearly fell over. “My, oh, my! No flies on you. And before I let my boy, he is over 20, but still my boy...before he comes calling on you, mother needs to vet you. And the vetting starts now.” And Zelda moved over and stubbed out her ciggie in the already overflowing ashtray on the stained coffee table. Rex felt the drink hit his head, bang! Zelda grabbed his glass and topped it up. Rex knew it was going to be a long night! Byron stood, his whole chubby body trembling, wanting Rex so much for himself but also deeply aroused at the thought of what his ravenous, sex crazed mum would do! He’d seen, heard, and re-lived many of her man conquests. Incestuous? Possibly. But his mother did know her way around a man...and Byron loved men! Maybe they could share him? Mother and son...on different days? His mind raced as he heard more struggling from the sitting room. Rex knew he must just seek out Byron once more tonight before...well, before he was naked and strung up like a big Christmas bobble. “Zelda, I need the loo, before we...ah, you know.” Handsome Rex said pulling himself up off the old saggy couch. His knees wobbled as he stood- his shirt wide open nearly to his belly. “Oh, top of the stairs. Need any help, honey? That drink was strong and we can’t you falling down the stairs.” Zelda said offering her beefy arm to the stud. “No, I’ll be fine. Just relax.” Rex said moving out of the room. Zelda threw herself down where Rex’s manly ass had been. “All warm and comfy here!” She crooned as she sipped another drink. Rex moved up the rickety stairway, he heard movement at the top and saw a shadow. Byron! “Byron, I need to see you.” Rex hissed. Byron met the tall gingery furred stud atop the steps and the two moved to the far end of the upper hall. Byron wanted to explore Rex’s manly exposed chest with its forest of ginger furry curves, but he’d have to wait. “Now, Byron, things are...complicated. Your mum is...ah, um...” Rex was lost for words. Byron screwed up every ounce of self-confidence and moved and kissed Rex’s open mouth. The kiss was sudden and sweet. Byron pulled away and smiled shy up at his idol. “Do what you want...need...but, please...let me meet you at your house...later.” Byron asked coyly and his spectacles were all steamy again. Rex pulled the cub close. Those long, strong arms embraced the young man. “Yes, I have a plan. You like to watch me?” Rex asked with his green eyes fixed into Byron’s. Byron nodded in shame. But he agreed...he loved to watch! “This may sound very kinky, but let me take your mum across to my bedroom...for a few hours. You can watch or not. I leave it up to you. I shall leave my curtains open and the bedside lamp on low. When she comes home, you come over alone. A little “just us” time.” Rex whispered and his now raging uncut cock rubbed into the cub’s belly...even thru Rex’s trousers, Byron felt the strength and power of this man! Zelda would really love that inside her, Byron mused. Rex could have had both mother and son in one deliriously sexy night! Byron kissed Rex’s cheek and stammered. “I love you Rex.” The young geeky cub then moved to his bedroom and shut the door. Rex was now ready to let Zelda...enjoy it all! **************** Rex’s big sleek feet moved back to the sitting room. Zelada now had undone her housedress slightly at the neck; her succulent breasts were even more on show...all but the big nipples! “Would you like a drink at my house now, let’s see if my bedroom is even cosier than a couch?” Rex asked picking up his suit coat. Zelda placed her glass down and smiled. “Why Rex, you sexy devil. Byron won’t mind if mummy goes out for a bit.” She said rising to take Rex’s offered arm. “As a matter of fact I have a very important date with my lady boss Saturday night. I want to make an excellent impression. Would you be able to give me a few pointers?” Rex said moving along with Zelda toward the front door. “Pointers? Hell, I have a full course to teach you! We’d better not lose another second. Saturday aint far off!” Zelda said moving her hand to cover one of Rex’s tight arse cheeks. She gave it a really good squeeze. “Love a good hard arse! Any toys to play with?” Zelda said pulling Rex out into the early evening. “Oh, I have little toy box I think you’ll love.” Rex said as his nimble feet almost danced down the front steps. In his mind he wondered if Zelda would go after his sweaty size 11 socks and feet like so many others. He had a feeling she would. He’d test her now. And dear Byron would see every second from his bedroom window above...how truly naughty! Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ

Now Rex Davenport was excited! His sculptured size 11 socked feet being rubbed with such vigour by his wonderful butch tomboy of a PA and now this pixie-like 50 something also has camera skills...could this day get any better? Barb was actually pulling Rex’s meaty moist socked heels right up against her extra-big clitty as she crouched on the carpet and massaged her beloved boss. She loved working for Rex, filled her nights with visions of what this man would look like cycling, swimming...fucking! And now he needed her for a special assignment. “Tell me, Rex. What ad campaign is it for?” Barb asked professionally. “ME! I am selling myself, just between us, online and I need some...um, sexy photos done. Discreetly of course.” Rex said trying to work on Marlene’s report and arrange his private life as well. Barb was high on Rex’s manly foot scent wafting up her nose. It actually turned her on even more! “Oh, I see. You can trust me. When would you like my help?” She asked, her heart thrumming madly. Rex looked down and knew he had her allegiance. “Well, let me get this report done. And shall we say...maybe tomorrow, after work, my place?” He said smugly with his handsome face beaming down at her soft eyes. “It’s a date.” Barb barked. And carried on rubbing. Her engorged clitty now grinding fully into one juicy heel! Her mind was sailing along...seeing Rex posing for her! “Barb, better stop that now...I’ll never finish this.” Rex confessed. And both laughed with joy and anticipation. **************************** Barb left a very busy Rex typing away and mumbling happily to himself. Closing his inner door, she moved to her desk and put her small hands over her face. The scent of Rex’s thin sexy socks lingered. The scent drove her mind into strange and wild places. Her clit throbbed and ached for attention. Tomorrow night, maybe she and Rex...maybe? She could only hope. ********************************* Rex sauntered casually down the road he’d called home for many years now. His suit looking a bit rumpled from Marlene’s lunch time fun, his tie tucked in his pocket and his socked feet ready to relax upon his soft carpeted floors. He’d combed his hair in the men’s room after sending Barb off to Marlene’s office with the needed report. Hoped Marlene might contact him with a possible “thank you” date time...but nothing yet had shown up on his phone. So look sharp, his reddish golden hair all slicked into place...he walked to his terraced home and enjoyed knowing eyes were on him. He knew folks watched him and loved it. The sight of geeky Byron attempting to trim the front hedge across the street from his home caught his eye. He’d meant to say hi to the young rather pathetic man who lived opposite him and had a feeling he watched Rex nightly from his upstairs bedroom window. Rex was not wrong. Byron had planted himself out front, he was dying to make contact with Rex. After what he had done that night Rex was passed out, he wanted to see and do much more. Little did Byron know his over 60 something mum, with her chubby form and bleached hair had been spying on her son’s every move. She too wanted to know whom had caught her son’s masturbatory mind. She was such a flirt...and so hungry for cock! She’d have this mystery guy...she assumed her son was into men, so she’d have a go too. And maybe they’d both have some cock! She peeked from behind the living room curtains watch her geeky son play at hedge cutting. He may have been over 20 but he looked so immature and dressed in a damn Star Wars sweatshirt and ripped jeans...she sighed. What a geek! Rex strode over to the young man, and truly surprised him. Byron had actually been lost in thought. He nearly cut his finger off with the hedge trimmer. “Hello, I am Rex Davenport. I live just opposite you. I meant to say hello ages ago. I see you live here with your mum? Is that correct?” Rex said now holding out his big hand. The sweaty hand of Byron trembled in delight while shaking his idol’s. The man he watched nightly and secretly loved. “Yes, ma is my mum...of course. I am so thick. She was older when she had me, dad scarpered ages ago. Just us. It’s nice to meet you. Rex, I like that name.” The poor young man spluttered. His speckles were steaming up! Now inside, Zelda Hitchcock smiled with a grin that showed off her false teeth perfectly. The old slut was more than pleased with her son’s new friend. That dishy man from across the street...always suited and booted. A right good fuck, she reckoned. And well-off too! Her mind raced. She toddled up to her bedroom to find a much better, flimsier garment to invite her son’s new buddy into the house for tea in...something revealing. Her very large flabby breasts were her best feature, or so she thought. Her head was full of all she wanted to do that man...that stud! Byron so wanted to tell Rex he’d actually checked on him that wonderful night. He was so close to it when Rex got a text message. Rex grabbed his phone and looked at the text and smiled. “Lucky me, I have a date tomorrow for some photography...personal nature, if you catch my drift and then a Saturday night a “thank you” dinner date at my boss Marlene’s flat by the Thames. My life is really looking up!” Rex said coyly with those green eyes now fixed on the sweet geeky fellow before him. The chubby busty figure of Zelda now appeared atop the steps of the house, she wore a flimsy silky housedress and rather strange high black heels...and net hose covered her lower rotund legs. Her hair all hot white blonde in colour was pulled into a ponytail behind her round head with a big blue soft bow...a big “old” baby doll to all who saw her there. Rex was speechless. The late golden afternoon light actually made her dress see-thru. He saw...so much! He was not sure but he thought he saw her pubic nest as clear as a bell! Byron rolled his eyes. “Ma, why are you out here?” He said in very embarrassed tone. He dropped his head in near shame. “Bring your new friend up, come in for a cuppa.” Her large made-up eyes leered down and her hand waved them up. Rex felt bad for this poor young man. He liked him, he wanted to reach out...but he would have to meet the mother. He smiled his winning smile and his big size 11 feet strode up the six front steps and shook the heavily painted nailed hand of Zelda Hitchcock. The two exchanged names and pleasantries. Byron moved up slowly, his mother wishing him away. Byron knew she was up to her “whore” games. He knew her so well. Rex’s feet began to sweat inside his leather shoes. This woman with her over-friendly chat overwhelmed him instantly. “Now do come in, Rex. Any friend of my little Byron’s is a friend to his old mum’s. Come sit and put your feet up, you hard working man. I do love a man in a suit.” Zelda pulled Rex inside the house, the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfumes hit Rex like a club. Byron shut the front door. He felt he was losing Rex second by second. His mother was the original “man eater”. Rex’s arm was pulled as he was led into a dark, musty sitting room with the most hideous decor. Rex was shocked...and he’d seen much, but this place was...cheap! “Let’s get you comfy Rex. Byron, don’t you have something to do...ELSEWHERE!” She barked as she rummaged for her ciggies on the coffee table strewn with detritus. Rex just stood, his mouth agape. He wanted out but could not upset poor Byron. He’d have to play along...just a bit. Byron loomed and a look of “death” came from his ma’s dark mascara painted eyes and he moved up the stairway but just within earshot. He had to know what his mum had planned for his dear Rex. Sometimes, oh, he just hated her! “Now, big boy, come and slip off that suit coat and undo a few buttons. No office work tonight. All relaxed and casual. Hell, let’s have a drink. Gin, bourbon? Pick your poison. Get those shoes off honey, I want you all stretched out, feet up! Let Zelda help get all comfy.” And with that she grabbed Rex’s two arms and shoved him onto the couch...and he fell like a rag doll. Poor Rex! Zelda, her large breasts hanging practically out of her flimsy housedress, stooped over Rex and began to make him... “comfy”. Byron’s face flushed with rage. “Damn her!” He fumed. Much more to cum! DJXX

Rex Davenport’s orgasmic explosion not only jolted Todd and Barb who listened in rapturous delight outside the inner office door, but Marlene who had rammed Rex’s uncut tool deep in her gullet...well, she had no way of knowing she’d near choke on all his warm jizz. His seed was copious and flowing steadily in at least four good sprays of creamy gushes. Her throat filled, she gagged, and she swallowed and swallowed...would it ever stop? Rex now had fallen on his back onto the carpet, his sweaty socked toes flexing in mad bursts as each orgasmic rush pumped his spunk from his shapely mature loins. He lay still then, Marlene contentedly suckled his purple-pink exposed cock-knob as the last of juices ebbed forth from the slit...her face looked a mix of surprise, sex flushed red and yet rather more than a hint of sheer pleasure. Her long fingers on one hand worked to pump his cock and the other to squeeze his balls...every drop was to be extracted! “Dear Rex, that was enlightening and a true mouthful! I hope this provided the needed relief so that you can finish your report for me!” Marlene said licking her big slightly smudged red lips. Rex tasted so very good to her. She still held his cock; it felt so powerful in her grip- thrumming away with each of his accelerated heartbeats. Rex, his reddish golden hair all mussed and unruly now from thrashing about in bliss on the carpet, sat up on his elbows and faced his boss. “Rest assured I shall complete it today. This lunch has truly nourished me in so very many ways.” Rex said smiling and his green eyes twinkling back at her. Rex’s large hand move to cup Marlene’s nearby breast but she pulled away. “Save that for another time. I have work to do and so do you. I shall call on you again. And possibly a session at my place is called for, a celebration if this report meets all the needed requirements. Just get back to work, NOW!” She said standing up; her trimmed pussy bush looking slightly damp to Rex’s appraising glances as she moved to dress. Could her make out her cunty lips? YES! Pink and pouty. He wanted in! “I will please you, like you did me. I assure you. Just you wait.” Rex said watching Marlene pull on her undies and then those sexy nylon pantyhose back up along her smooth legs. Rex’s uncut cock still sat almost at full attention before his boss who was dressing by his socked feet. Rex’s hand strummed his foreskin back and forth seductively. He could have more fun...but knew it was a bad idea. “You have an amazing cock. The extra long silky foreskin, the perfect length and girth...and those balls! Plus that gingery furry hair all over...so much to enjoy! And you stay so hard; I like a hard man...the harder the better. I will enjoy exploring our working relationship in greater depth, very deep probing, if you know what I mean.” Marlene said wiping her mouth with a delicate hanky from her pocket. She stood all dressed staring down at the nearly naked Rex...apart from his sweaty thin socks. She loved his big sculptured feet, she’d enjoy those soon...at her place. Her cunt convulsed with pleasure...a good toe fucking maybe. He had great big toes! “Now, get going. Send that creepy Barb to my office with your report ASAP.” And with that she walked over, unlocked the door and vanished. Her sexy ass just a memory to Rex. The door was ajar and Rex slowly moved up and began to look for his work apparel. He’d tossed it about during the sexy lunch; Marlene had done her share of ripping off his clothes...what a lunch! Rex’s mind kept replaying that blow job! He could not wait for more Marlene...in all sorts of positions. Todd had left just before the door had been unlocked and taken away the mail. Barb, feeling very aroused and very jealous sat at her desk and watched that asshole Marlene saunter by on her heels. Barb hated her. She never was nice to Barb, never and now she was bewitching Rex...the guy she had been so wet for. Not many men did that for Barb, and Rex was so special. How dare that bitch! Barb was furious. But horny! Damn...what a combination. Barb’s extra large clit reverberated in her panties...she wanted to play more but Rex was done with his “meeting” and may buzz her at any point. She dare not tempt fate. She could hear rustling inside Rex’s inner office, obviously dressing again after his sexual liaison moments before. Her mind raced. She wanted to go in, see his body...she’d seen him clothed for years. But naked, only in her dreams! The door was open a crack, she stood on her small legs. Her trousers concealing her wobbling knees as she moved to the little open crack allowing her a view into Rex’s private office. She really loved the idea of spying on him. Nobody was around; Todd had come for the mail. She should be uninterrupted. She looked in, breathing heavy, her clit throbbing with intensity of feeling for this man she lusted after. Rex wearing his shirt was now standing by his desk. He was pulling up his suit trousers slowly as he looked lost in thought. His sizable crotch gems were packed full and tightly concealed in very sexy form-fitting underwear. He spun nimbly on his socked toes as he dressed; his bubble round tight ass cheeks filled the nylon underwear like they were made for him. The trousers came up and were belted, his tie replaced and suit coat donned. The professional Rex was back...apart from his polished leather shoes which lay by his desk at odd angles. Barb drank him in and sighed. She wanted him! She knew he cycled on weekends and swam...and hell, it showed. Fit as fuck! Her clit bounced and tickled in her panties. Having a bigger than average clit was a plus...she thought anyway. Women had loved it....why not Rex? He did everyone she imagined...why not her? She’d lie at those big socked feet and love every inch of him! She had so little “hands on “time with men...she wanted to lick Rex all over! Little did our butch Barb know, but Rex had actually put an advert for himself in the online forum, “Big Clit Gals” in the “looking to explore section”. He had placed about 20 so far all over the net, all sorts of sexual situations for both men and women. Rex wanted to explore all! Having had so few women but had seen many in magazines and online; he was drawn to those with extra developed clitoral appendages. Why? He had no idea. But was just thrilled with the mini-penis like appearance and desired a long hot oral inspection of each and every one! Rex was keen to get the report done now and get home and find a way to get better erotic photos taken of himself. Lenny would have to be away, damn...Rex’s mind shouted out. Rex sauntered to his desk and put things back in order and settled into his big chair ready to work on that report. He left his shoes off, the carpet felt wonderful under his moist socked toes. Barb, hanging back her small boyish body trembling in lust, moved and pushed the door open. She had to make a play for Rex, she knew it. The short grey haired 50 something lurched in and coughed. Rex busily typing away on his PC looked up and met her soft, likable eyes with his playful green ones. “Hey Barb, my meeting with Marlene was very...um, productive. I know how important this report is to her now. I shall have it done in an hour or so. Would you drop it off at her office on your way out tonight?” Rex said sounding very convincing. Barb assumed he thought she’d heard nothing from the “sex lunch” moments before. “Yes, Rex. I shall do any other tasks you need. You know I am your PA, use me.” These words flowed out of Barb’s mouth and she wished she could take back the last ones...Use me? What the hell? Rex laughed. “Be careful dear Barb, a guy like me might actually misinterpret your meaning! His handsome face beamed at her, his hair now smoothed back into place...he was a stud. Barb was smitten. “Oh well, a girl can try.” Barb said wistfully. Rex stopped typing. He heard the tone. He liked Barb, she always came thru for him. Maybe...his mind ticked. Just maybe. “Barb, you are a catch to be had. Don’t sell yourself short. You know I have neglected my personal life far too long in search of bettering my career here in London. You may have heard gossip that I am now...playing the field. And it’s true. I am open to all. You should do the same.” Rex said with serious tones. Barb quietly pushed the door closed and moved to the edge of Rex’s big desk...her foot stumbled on one of Rex’s fine leather shoes laying discarded on the carpet. Barb’s heart beat faster. “Feet sore, Rex?” She asked. It sounded as if she was changing the subject. “Oh, no. Just slipped those off. My feet love the plush carpet here.” He said looking at Barb’s soft, mature eyes. Could he sense a little crestfallen look? “But, I do walk around London a great deal and even though those Italian shoes are very expensive, my feet do get a little tender...sore even.” He said watching her eyes. They lit up. “Oh, really. Here place your feet on my lap. Let me give them a little rub.” And with that she knelt on her trouser clad knees and Rex spun his desk chair sideways and placed his two big size 11 socked feet on her warm tight thighs. The scent of Rex’s thin blue nylon dress socks wafted up Barb’s nose and made her swoon. She’d never smelled a man’s foot scent...a real man, one whom she fancied. And she fancied Rex, her boss...from his sexy toes upward! Her manly small hands grabbed at his warm moist socked left foot and she began to rub her fingers into his meaty heel and up into his high arch...the sleek ultra thin nylon cotton blended fabric felt heavenly to massage and massage she did. Rex began to type again at this awkward slant and he found his mind sailing away....her small boyish hands were making him horny...very. And he could see she loved his feet. Could Barb be a possible playmate? All these years of working together and never did he look at her in any way other than professionally...her fingers worked away any doubts. Rex typed madly constructing the needed report. “Barb, any good at using a digital camera?” Rex asked playfully but with many new ideas. Barb smiled, lost in Rex’s socked feet on her lap. Could she use a camera? Hell YES! Much more to CUM!! Comments and feedback welcome! DJXX My thanks to the very talented and SEXY man, sheerulysses!!!!! These are older shots he did for me ages ago!

Dear Readers, These very early days tales of our hero Rex Davenport coming to terms with being a fully “sexual being” and on fire with lust exploding every which way carry on in graphic detail for your reading enjoyment: Rex Davenport, near six foot tall- early 40’s and reddish- golden hair headed with slight touches of early silver grey was finding his mind wandering so much that it actually amused him! Having confessed to his dear older sex mentor, Lenny, all the goings on that he could recall from that rainy day ride and sex session, well, he was just keen to get into as many sex situations of all types as soon as he could. Lenny warned him to be careful, dangerous things could be ill advised and could be Rex at risk...but Rex just wanted it ALL! Rex had placed numerous ads on social media boards of the kinky sort and did his best to play up his status as a “sexy mature late bloomer” in search of anyone and everyone who wanted a taste! Work at his office was very hard those days after the “ride home”. He saw those sexy young men who’d had him under their control...flirted as best he could but they seemed to almost be playing it cool, just waiting to see what Rex might do. And Rex just smiled and got very aroused inside his trousers but walked on by...hoping they’d contact him as they said they might in their note left by his bed after they’d “dropped” him off unconscious. Rex being a highly paid advertising man in London and working for a successful agency had many perks...but his sexually obsessed brain was far too distracted and he feared his work would start to suffer. He had to up his game or get fired! He made up his mind that satiating his sexual needs was his only hope for keeping his bosses happy and his libido in check! And that meant a better approach to selling himself on social medial. He had to have a really sexy set of pictures done to go with his various ads for himself. His first choice was Lenny. A dear friend and great digital photographer. But...Lenny’s only sister was getting remarried and Lenny was off to America for the next three weeks. Rex put his mobile phone down in a muddle. “Who else? I can’t do decent selfies. I hate selfies. I want good pics.” Rex mused at his desk in his rather lush upper floor office, a partial sketch of a credit card company’s latest pitch laying half done. His uncut cock strained and pulled to be free from his suit trousers. He’d thought of stroking off in his office...the idea really turned him on. But work was a fucking nightmare, so many adverts needing finishing touches before they would be approved or tossed aside by the powers that be. His mind was full of naked men and a few well built women floated by too. Rex’s mind was getting “sex mad”. His lust was building like a towering inferno...his toes to his head tingling with needs of the cock-kind! His hand moved off the pen he held and rubbed at his crotch. The PC screen held the a report needed for a big board meeting only days away was not nearly done...he shut that and opened a file marked private. He typed in his password and it revealed a set of some great photos Lenny had taken of him in all states of arousal not that long ago. “I could just use these, BUT I’d wanted to do new ones, ones I directed myself. I love Lenny’s work but I want my own touches. I need to direct the shots!” His inner voice demanded. Rex was truly blooming now in becoming fully sexually active. This was far too important to just use any old photos; these had to be perfect and KINKY! Lenny had been too safe, these had to be gritty. Rex’s hand was now massaging his large stiff tool; he felt his long silky foreskin pulling back inside his tight bikini underwear. His over-production of pre-cum was becoming a bedroom trademark. As were his big sexy feet and sleek well-chosen socks- and a juicy well-toned ass that held a secret hidden spot deep inside that could make him scream in delight when found...all part of the Rex Davenport mystique! He wanted to pull his cock out and just cum! Right at his desk at work! His shoes seemed too tight, he wanted to stretch his long cycle-toned legs up on his big desk and just twiddle his sleek sweaty socked toes while he stroke his uncut man-meat! The visions of him doing that made him so juiced up and wet inside his underwear! His behaviour was becoming more and more kinky, risky and outrageous. A late bloomer maybe, but hell he was racing down the road of sex and depravity at lightning speed now...look out! Marlene Thomas had known Rex for over eleven years now as she rose steadily through the corporate ranks to assume the coveted title Vice President, the growing agency had a few at this level of power, and sexy Marlene oversaw Rex’s work day to day. Marlene had always wanted big money and big responsibility and now....she had both! Marlene was just in her mid- 40’s –much like Rex himself and stalked about the department with her tight blouses covering a set of ample tits that seemed to impress Rex much more than her business head. Rex knew that if he played his cards right, he’d be a VP soon too! But Rex’s head was so full of distractions of late! Marlene had been overseeing Rex now for about a few months and this was her first big board meeting. She was ranting and raving all over the place today and that just made Rex want to hide under his desk each time she rushed by his door. The buxom, brown haired bully would soon want his report and it was not even close to being done...and his trousers were getting a wet patch as he found his mind drifting back to that hazy fun he’d had with the two studs of the ride home event, each seemed to love stiff uncut treasure. “Have you finished that report, Rex?” Marlene shouted through the partially open door. “Nearly done. Needs a bit more work but almost ready.” Rex said with false enthusiasm. Marlene slunk in and shut the door behind her. She flounced down on one of the chairs facing Rex’s large desk and stared at him with intense green eyes. “You are not even finished... I knew it- the meeting is just a few days away...just be straight with me.” Marlene said with gritted teeth. Marlene crossed her shapely legs and Rex noticed how her short skirt revealed plenty to enjoy from his side of the desk. He cleared his throat and looked extra sorry, the pouty school boy look so many loved. “You’re right. Not even close. My mind is rather preoccupied.” Marlene glowered at him and moved forward. “Preoccupied? What the fuck I am supposed to say at the meeting? Rex was unable to concentrate, so screw off? No way! You better focus or you’ll pay! Your report is precious to my statistics and so....Get on with it!” Marlene stood up and walked right up to Rex’s desk and looked down. She immediately spied the now large wet patch on his trouser crotch and surveyed the swollen lump of trouser fabric with burning eagle eyes. “Shit! Shit! You horny old bugger! Damn you! Your mind is on some bitch or dude and my report is not even half done! You little old fucker!” Rex demurely covered his crotch with both hands and sheepishly grinned up at his powerful boss with her full mouth and lips covered in ruby red lip gloss. “Sorry! I am rather taken with a new pair of playmates and my mind has led me astray today. We had a wonderful night I had not that long ago- that really rainy day and another might be in the cards, maybe, I hope.” Rex’s charming manner had never completely escaped Marlene and she softened just a bit as she spoke. “So, a new pair of male playmates? I thought you were gay? Are you?” “Well, Marlene, to be honest, I am open to any and all fun from either side of the tennis court or anywhere in between!” Rex added with a pat to his large package hidden beneath his hands. Marlene sauntered over to the door, closed it tight and with a quick motion, clicked the lock and spun round on her black high heeled feet and faced a very surprised Rex. “An early lunch is in order today! I need that report and you need to do it...and that means you need to focus and... I think I need not say much more!” Rex looked up at his boss as she moved forward and leaned over the desk. Her large breasts nearly fell from her blouse as she moved inward. Rex smiled broadly. “Yes, Boss! I agree. I am so hungry and I think we both have known each other long enough and maybe...we need to work on our interpersonal relations a bit more?” Marlene licked her lips with her pink tongue and smiled wickedly. Tune in again soon! Much More to Cum! DJXX

If you have been reading these adventures of Rex Davenport as seen by Lenny, then you will no doubt feel that Rex at this stage of his early 40’s was blossoming sexually in all ways possible. There is so much to tell about Rex, the list is endless. So we shall focus on the events just after Lenny gave Rex the all-clear to explore on his sexually without his guru. And Rex knew he’d report all to Lenny in as much graphic detail as possible since Lenny is such a total voyeur. The days after the Carol and Eric “event” were daydream-like for Rex. This omni-sexual being wanted to taste all that the world of sex had to offer. The ads on various swinger group message boards on the internet as proving very fruitful. Rex had posted several of Lenny’s amazingly graphic photos of himself on these sites and many London based swingers both single and coupled, of all sexual persuasions...well they just seemed to be writing back wanting to meet up with sexy Rex. He had a date planned with Carol and Eric for early the next month at their flat in another part of London. And he had some tentative plans brewing as well. Our ginger-red wavy haired six foot stud was always semi-erect and juicing it seemed. The well-endowed handsome mature toned business executive was always being spied either in his office or on the streets of central London with “a log” in his well tailored trousers. He was on fire! His soft green eyes seemed to be busy searching out any and all contact as he moved about his daily work as a top level advertising man for a rather noted firm in the heart of the city. So it was no wonder when the next sexual “event” just fell into Rex’s path one night after work. His sexual allure had been noted and sought out, but this time...it had a new, exciting twist for dear Rex. Well, everything sexual had a new and exciting twist for this eager later bloomer! ******** The rain pelted down as it had been doing all day. Rex had managed to make it to work in the morning without becoming completely drenched but his late afternoon walk to the Underground was going to really be a total bother. His stylish brown suit and dark brown leather lace-up shoes were becoming slowly saturated. Work had been long and tiring enough but this was torture. The evening was not warm enough to enjoy being soaked through and he was just about to make a mad dash for the station down the street. With no warning, a sleek BMW pulled up along the curb and the window rolled down revealing a somewhat familiar looking face. "Hey There! Need a lift?" said a rather attractive man with a balding head and a goatee. Tom Andrews, a fit mid-30's fellow, worked in the same building as Rex but on another floor and for a different firm. "I know you! You're the guy I speak to in the lift sometimes. A ride would be brilliant!" Rex said in a relieved tone. The back door of the new BMW opened and Rex slid onto the leather seat beside another friendly looking gentleman. "I am Tom Andrews and this is Peter Davis, a friend of mine I give rides home to most days," Tom added from the front seat as he drove away from the curb. Peter Davis was a round, youthful thirty-two year old fellow with short blond hair and a cherubic face to match his chubby build. Rex sat on the back seat dripping wet and enjoyed being in the warmth of the comfy car. "You're soaked, my friend! Hey, we were about to stop off at my place for a quick drink. Why not join us and dry off a bit. My flat is not far from here," invited Tom with convincing tones. "Well, it's Friday and I have nothing planned as of yet. Sure!" Rex said with relish. Tom drove the car through the usual London traffic and rain and within a matter of minutes arrived in the lower parking garage of a large luxury apartment complex. It was much closer than Rex's home would have been and not far from a familiar Underground station for easy travel home after the little cocktail. The three gents rode the lift to the tenth floor and Tom unlocked a door a few steps beyond the lift doors. "My home. A bit pricey but worth it! Scotch and soda?" quizzed Tom. The two guests agreed on scotch and Tom poured generously at the bar in the corner of the large living room. Bringing the drinks over to the men he said directly to Rex, "Now before you even think of sitting down, get out of those wet clothes now. You'll find a robe on the bathroom door in my bedroom. Bring the clothes in here and I shall hang them by my artsy looking gas fire to dry off a bit. It may look like a real fireplace but it’s pure illusion!" Rex sheepishly nodded his approval and went off to the bathroom to change. When dapper Rex had left the room, Tom sat down on the white leather sofa and was joined by Peter. "Are you sure you want to "do" this guy? I know he’s some big executive in some firm but, I don’t know. He's forty something at least and seems a bit innocent for our usual Friday night pick-up sessions," Peter queried in a superior tone. "Peter, I have been eyeing this guy for months in the lift at work and I know he seems a bit older than our normal playmates but I have a feeling there is a great body under that expensive brown suit," Tom assured his friend in a whisper. "I hope so. I am in the mood to really take charge tonight and enjoy myself. This guy better be up for it," Peter demanded, his chubby face turning a bit red. "A couple of scotches and this guy will be ours for the taking," Tom said with a little smirk. He then added, "He looks at me like he wants it in the lift each time I make eye contact with him. Horny as can be! He's putty in our hands!" Meanwhile, Rex walked into a manly bedroom and moved over to the bathroom just off of it. He switched on the light and found himself looking at his refection in a large lit mirror over the sink. He could not believe how wet his hair and clothes looked after his brief walk earlier. He took off his tie and slipped off the brown jacket. Next he removed his shoes and very wet thin brown OTC socks. Lastly, he stripped out of his dress shirt and trousers. All the items were damp and in need of a good drying out. Even his white bikini briefs were damp, so he slipped them off as well to reveal his bright rusty red pubic bush and uncut dangling cock. He admired himself in the mirror and felt a rush of excitement. He liked being nude and this was a chance to be naked in front of two almost unknown and very sexy guys. He grabbed the terrycloth robe and did up the belt before gathering up his wet things and returning to the living room. "You look better already," Tom greeted him as he took the wet items and began to place them before the warm fire to dry on a small chair positioned there just for this very purpose. "Nice taste in socks and briefs," he chimed in as he carefully examined Rex's drying wardrobe. His fingers stroked the socks...he liked socks...and feet! He wanted to enjoy Rex’s big ones...they looked like 11 or 12’s. He would get Rex to try on some his sexy socks tonight; one Rex was drunk, he’d love to see Rex pose and prance about in socks and nothing else before they...had him! Tom’s mind was filled with visions of this conquest! Rex sat regally in a white leather recliner and sipped his scotch that was left for him on a small side table. The empty stomach from a skipped lunch soon devoured the alcohol and Rex felt flushed and light headed almost instantly. Mindless chit-chat seemed to consume an hour and Tom refilled Rex's glass this time minus soda, pure scotch now. Peter admired Rex's furry muscular legs beneath the robe and strong masculine bare feet. Tom moved over and adjusted the recliner backward and Rex was moved into a lounging position with his moist feet raised up. His pink soles faced an already aroused Peter on the sofa. Peter looked at those sexy feet and felt his cock respond with desire. Both Peter and Tom fell in love with this guy’s feet! The game was on, only Rex had no idea he was playing! More to Cum! Comments and feedback always lovedXX DJ