Over the years, my underwear fetish has gradually generalized to include a sock fetish, but bare feet still didn’t do it for me. That may be changing now as my new fetish for tickling men is developing.
It’s the sounds that certain men like Mitch make when they’re being tickled that really do it for me. His loud moaning is sooo sexual that I can’t help but get a hard-on. And if I can make a guy make those sounds by tickling his feet, I’m sure feet are going to be on the menu for me in the future…
Black & White and White
Starring Jay Alexander and Luke Ewing
Although I sometimes lean in one direction or another, I like to think that I find a wide variety of men attractive.
Jay and Luke are great examples. A hairy, beefy man usually is my favorite to plow, but I’ll do a smooth guy if he’s ripped. Or maybe I’m just horny all the fucking time!
Making plans for an upcoming visit with my new Papa Bear has got me hard, but also makes me wonder how he’s going to react as he begins to understand how, um, non-traditional I am.
I’m a big old horn dog with a penchant for underwear and socks…among a lot of other things. And my sex drive is through the roof, although he says he tends to match the drive of whoever he’s with.
So I’m just trying to enjoy the excitement without expectations. In the meantime, I could use a foot massage…with benefits…
I hooked up with this extra-furry, mature man recently, and the sex was pretty intense. He was an assertive bottom, which I’ve enjoyed before, but this muscular man was so strong, he could pick me up and put me where he wanted me, which was exciting and new. Plus, he was wearing this worn out old jockstrap…the best kind of jockstrap.
This guy is the perfect example of why I’ve always liked older men. There’s a certain comfort in being with a man who knows exactly what he wants…and he comes with accessories!
There’s a hot guy in my neighborhood who never wears clothes at home and often leaves his blinds open. It made me wonder if he wanted to be watched, so recently my bike chain came off (wink-wink) right across the street from his house.
Although he didn’t gesture at me to cross the street and come in, he definitely wanted to be watched. My hands were covered in grease (and my cock was leaking down my leg) by the time I got out of there.
