I've been exchanging emails lately with middle-aged bearish man. I don't know what he looks like in real life, but in my mind's eye, he's the perfect bearded, furry, dad-bodied man who has curiosity about sex with other men, but very little experience. I'll call him Sam.
Recently, I tantalized Sam with a lengthy description of what I would do with him if I ever got him alone. I described how I would strip him, then gently touch, sniff, lick, and suck just about every part of him, with particular focus on his cock, taint, ass, and armpits; in other words, the centers of his pheromone production. The musky masculine scents that drive me wild. He was blown away by what I said.
Sam is currently on a family camping trip, so he essentially has no privacy and no sexual outlet. The tent is too warm for to sleep comfortably, so about all he can do after everyone else has gone to sleep is sit at a picnic table outside his tent, clad only in boxer briefs to cool off and look at emails.
Including mine.
My words seem to drive him into a frenzy of sexual desire. He has a throbbing erection and thinks of slipping off into the woods to rub one out, since there's insufficient privacy for him to have sex with his wife. He actually really wants to have a wet dream based on my scenarios.
