The Wonderful World of Rex

The Wonderful World of Rex (Part One)

Lorna's Journals (Part One)

The Rex Davenport collection of stories is a celebration of one man's intimate journey into middle age with a raging hard-on, a passionate nature and his handsome head held high! Rex knows no bounds; he loves women, men and life!

To get to know Rex, let us start with one of his oldest and dearest admirers. Lorna, a woman over twenty years his senior when they met and a sage in all things sexual, has always been a tower of strength and knowledge for him. A very artistic woman who reached out to Rex at first with her camera lens and thru her lens we enjoy a very personal look at our main character. Her journals reflect a younger Rex, only 40 and still rather wet (sexually) behind the ears.

Lorna's Journals (Part One)

Introduction:

It was such a thrill to create a record of my early work with Rex and share my experiences with this amazing man, a true hero and the ultimate late bloomer sexually. I take such pleasure in knowing you want to read over all my many detailed (and truly unbelievably wild at times) personal journals dating back to when I first met Rex and began to explore his body with my camera and first introduced him to my circle of open-minded horny players. I shall do my best to type up as much of it as I can.

To fill you in on some personal history, I was married and divorced with no children. Always wanted to be a photographer and found the male nude amazing and most intricate. My husband never allowed me growth in this area and my career as an art instructor in London gave me some exposure but not as much as I wanted. After my divorce, I retired in 2005 from working in a college art department full-time and concentrated on enjoying my life.

It was from 2005 that I began to explore my sexuality and found that I was really more of a voyeur than anything else. Voyeurism in women is not as strange as it sounds, by no means!

Being in my 60's, I was now finding the company of bisexual open-minded men and women most satisfying and highly stimulating in a voyeuristic way. They had no need of sex from me and were totally open and unashamed in front of me. I could enjoy sex through them and satisfy myself privately. I shall just take each of the journal entries in order and lay them out for your greater insight. It will take ages but we shall get through them all and please remember how important all this thorough and kinky exploration was to Rex Davenport's development sexually!

The man you know today is all because of this very open and honest time I spent observing, coaxing and guiding him in all things sexual. Rex, a mature and perfectly handsome man, just 40 years of age back in the mid-2000's who had not really spent anytime becoming a fully sexual being. His career had taken off and he was certainly successful in that work-a-day word but...his now powerful bisexual desires and open-minded curiosity was beckoning loudly. Enter me, Lorna...The start of Rex's true sexual beginnings as seen through my eyes and recorded in my journals.

Rex had responded to a small ad I placed in a naturist newspaper in 2005. It simply stated that I was an eager amateur photographer looking for men who were camera "virgins" and who wanted to explore their sexuality before my probing lens. I insisted that I meet each of them twice, once in a public setting and then in their home for security reasons in case they turned out to be unsavoury in some way. Rex answered first and, as it turned out, very successfully.

Rex and I met for a coffee in a small café where we could talk. I saw him sitting at a table; the small snapshot he'd sent via email gave me no doubt as to who I saw sitting there. I could tell he was tall, long muscular legs folded neatly under the cafe table caught my eye. His face was handsome and full featured in a very manly way, his head topped with rather wavy reddish hair cut neat and with style. His build looked solid, no extra fat...at least while clothed. Who knew what lay under? His playful green eyes saw me gazing his way, he stood, and six feet of man reached a firm hand to me. The warmth and electric charisma sucked me in; I was drawn to Rex Davenport.

He was shocked to meet a 60 something lady who looked well kept and could be someone's dear old bossy aunty. I comforted him by fully introducing myself and calmly and openly describing my voyeuristic, wonderfully kinky and completely honest intentions. My mission as I expounded in colourful detail to Rex, was to find a bisexual or straight man that was a totally uninhibited exhibitionist and was a virgin to posing nude in photos.

I wanted to watch my discovery unfold before my eager eyes and camera! Rex revealed he was eager to meet others and hoped that through his work with me he may meet some open-minded playmates. I assured him that I knew some delightful guys and gals and, in time, would introduce him happily.

He explained his lifelong nudist desires and how much he wanted to be photographed nude by a photographer but wanted the photos kept private due to his highly important job in London. He explained he had experimented a bit with a self- timer but never before with another person behind the lens. He also admitted to being a newbie to more adventurous sex and had experimented in basic ways with a few men and women in the past.

I could barely contain my excitement, a true novice for my directing! I knew as we talked he was ripe for my experiment. I quizzed him very carefully about his comfort level. I needed to know if he was totally open to me. I was about 20 years or more his senior and a bit of a sexual guru in regard to the male and female from all my time spent with my dear gay and bisexual chums.

I coaxed Rex into a second meeting at his modest Victorian terraced home the following week. I knew from my café visit his clothed body was a delight and just perfect for my voyeuristic exploits... but nude, I could only imagine!! He was running late the night we met and I waited for him on his doorstep for nearly 20 minutes. I brought the usual tools that would help to relax Rex and ease any inhibitions he may still have felt about me, a bottle of excellent wine and some sexy samples of some experimental photos I had taken of a hot couple years before when I first worked in the art school.

Well, he was still in his office shirt and tie for the first part of our meeting. We sat in the attractive living area downstairs and sipped my strong, intoxicating wine and I showed him my sexy model portfolio. He was assured that I had the greatest patience when working with those wonderful models years earlier and I intended to just let Rex unfold at his own pace sexually before my camera lens and he could be free to explore whatever he wanted and secretly, in time whatever I wanted as well!!

I must have poured him several glasses of wine before he even undid his expensive necktie and fumbled with two dress shirt buttons. I kept expounding on how beautiful the male body was and continued using my portfolio to stress my points.

Rex was quite tipsy and I am embarrassed to admit to you that I did this on purpose to relax him and gain his trust. The inner exhibitionist in him emerged, as I knew it would, and to be honest, I had to see the goods in order to know if deep down I wanted him as the subject of my intensive study.

He got more comfortable by kicking off his leather shoes and tossing aside his tie. I continued to stroke his ego with comments about his fine body and wasn't it about time he showed it off to me and so on. Rex's red, well-trimmed hair was slightly tussled and his handsome face now flushed pink thanks to the wine...I was drawn to this sexy stud!

The next move was for me to become invisible and I urged him to pretend I was not there and just enjoy himself, and to aid this I produced my final weapon, a sexy bottle of foam bath scented with lavender. I suggested to him to take a tub and just be himself...as if I was just a chair in the corner. I told him he needed to take that tub in order to be considered as my model. It felt like an order and from that day on, I was sort of the one who called the shots! He took me very seriously. He did want to be photographed, explored, handled and observed to the fullest.

I recall in my highly sexualized way, knowing my voyeuristic lusts were going to begin to be fulfilled, guiding him up the stairs to where I presumed a tub was waiting. I held my bag tightly with my camera fully charged and ready for the first exposures. He wobbled unsteadily into the large bedroom. Turning on a light, I saw the tub in the small en-suite bathroom just off the bedroom. He went into automatic. I sauntered in and filled the tub, added the bubbles and he playfully stripped down.

His body was 100% all I needed for my lustful photo explorations. He revealed to me a body that would give hours of countless private orgasms to me while reviewing each and every photo I shot of him.

He removed his shirt, playfully if not downright seductively, to expose his ginger red hairy chest (those chest hairs almost seemed like spun gold) and he then slid his tailored trousers off. His white briefs held a bulging secret within that I craved to see. His eyes were dazed and peaceful as he bent to tug off each clinging sweaty blue dress sock. His bare feet looked large, pink fleshed and perfectly supple. As if with provocative pleasure, he glided his hands beneath the waistband of his underwear, freeing his manhood for me to admire. Admire...adore! It was bloody perfect!

I had hoped for a man with a classical Greek sculptured penis and I had found one for my explorative photography. He smiled as he plunged into the tub and I grabbed a nearby chair and sat nearly on the rim of the tub as he bathed. I watched but was dismayed at how the bubbly bath concealed what I craved to admire. I gently adjusted the taps to flow with new warm water and began to slowly drain away the bubbly water so I could enjoy his bath more fully.

I quizzed him on various foreskin matters as I watched his, slightly now erect penis begin to emerge in the new clear water. He asked if I had brought my camera...YES!! He began to pose for me innocently. He tried to hide his gorgeous sheathed cock from view by keeping his muscular legs artfully together. I commanded him to lie back in the tub and just let his legs rest on either side of the tub.

As he did this, I could see great change in the length of his manhood. I snapped away for dear life and prayed all the pictures would come out. He shot one foot up in the air and pealed back his delicate foreskin for my hungry eyes and lens. I would personally investigate his foreskin later when he was out of the tub and the initial pictures were done. He certainly was eager for direction and I coaxed him to place his feet on the edge of the tub and lift his ass out of the water a bit.

His ass crack was a feature I grew fond of showing and exploring. It was for me, the delicate part of a male in a female sort of way. I knew many a happy male lover who would love to lick at this delicate, rather unexplored crevice. I decided I wanted Rex to explore men for while before we brought women in, maybe I was getting possessive already...he was a man all could love. He was a classical man for whom many men and women would stand in line for!

I handed him a towel and he began to rise out of the water drying himself and I shot many photos of his antics with the towel, playing on and around the bathtub edge...he was fun to shoot! His cock stayed firm and long. I shot various pictures of him on the floor. I put the camera down and grasped him by the hand; he was still as nude as a babe as I pulled him into the now dimly lit bedroom.

I had more in mind for our first evening together!

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