Sexy Silver Daddy

So many things about this man turn me on...

 He's mature, confident, sexy, looks great in a suit, and he wears loafers. What more could I ask for?

How about seeing him out of a suit? I'd guess he's in his late fifties, maybe even early sixties, but he's obviously not shy about showing off his strong legs and toned upper body. And did I mention that he wears loafers? And he goes sockless at that! But wait...there's more!

Strong arms, sexy hands, and the beautiful silver white hair of a man with experience. And the rear view is quite nice too!

He's somone who takes control in the boardroom...and the bedroom!

The Silver Fox Hunt

Silver. Salt and Pepper. Gray. White.  If  one of those colors in on the top of your head, you're well-dressed, and walking the streets of downtown D.C., chances are you've already caught my attention. If you are also wearing a suit and/or loafers, you will probably cause my pulse to race as I decide whether or not to try and "capture" you. If you are especially handsome, project an air of confidence, or have an aura of sophistication, I will make you mine.

Silver Foxy

Silver foxes, silver daddies, whatever you want to call them - turn me on. Big time. I don't know what's been in the air lately, but they're really coming out of the woodwork.  They're everywhere, and I'm able to spot them from a block away.  That shock of shiny metallic or white hair makes them stand out in a crowd and when I see one, I'm apt to stop dead in my tracks, cross the street, do an about-face, whatever it takes...

I've been attracted to older men since my college days but I'm even more attracted to them now.  It's funny because, being in my mid-forties, I'm now in the older man category I lusted after in my twenties. I'm still attracted to men my age, but I also appreciate men even older than I.  There are some VERY sexy men in their fifties and sixties and even older, I'm sure.  Yes, younger guys are hot too, but they can't match the experience of  a confident, mature man. Some of my most memorable encounters have been with older men. The feeling of a well-seasoned daddy working me over in the bedroom is hard to top.

If you have an appreciation for Silver Foxes, I'd like to hear about it.  And check back as I will be posting some of my favorite silver foxes that I've "captured"...

Are You Into Men's Loafers?

I never really thought my attraction to men in loafers was weird or odd...it just was.  Just like being gay. And just like there were other guys who were into guys, I knew there had to be other guys who were into loafers, just like I was. But were to find them?  And what to do with them when I did?

I couldn't just type a phrase into google back then, so I had to try and find other loafer lovers the old-fashioned way - a personal ad.  Yes, I placed an ad in the Village Voice, New York's alternative newspaper.  I don't remember the exact text but it probably went something like this:

ARE YOU INTO MEN'S LOAFERS?
GM, 22, 5'10", 135 lbs wants to meet others who like men who wear loafers...

I wasn't exactly sure where it would lead, but I was hoping to hear from someone who shared my interest and I did. I think I ended up getting two or three letters in my PO box.  I didn't end up meeting any of the men who responded to my ad, but I remember exchanging a couple of letters with one guy and sending him a drawing of what was my favorite type of loafer at the time - the tassel.

After more than twenty-five years, still my favorite style of tassel loafer.

I didn't know anything about brands or what type they were (I'm still not an expert today) but any man who was wearing a pair of these was sure to capture my attention. 

I also really liked low-vamped Italian loafers. When I was sixteen, I had a summer office job and one of the managers, Bill, was a sexy, curly-haired Puerto Rican with a tight, compact body, and he wore them quite frequently. One day, I felt like I'd hit the jackpot when he came into the men's room and sat in the stall adjacent to mine.  I  remember being aroused as I admired his loafers and watched his sheer-socked heel slip out of his shoe.

These low vamp loafers bring back memories of my first manager, Bill.

Now, over twenty-five years later, I'm still seeking answers to my loafer questions but, thanks to the internet, I'm able to connected with men all over the world to explore the answers.

What were the first types of loafers you were drawn to?

Suits, Loafers, and Mensrooms

As a horny college student coming out in the Eighties, New York City was my playground, providing me with the freedom to explore my sexuality. One of my friends, Mike, worked in a department store and casually mentioned the action he encountered in the men's rooms. I didn't really know about that stuff yet but, of course, I was curious and had to see for myself...

The downtown men's rooms in B. Altman's, Lord & Taylor, Macy's, Sak's, and Bloomingdales offered a smorgasbord of well-suited businessmen and executive types wanting to get off during their lunch hour or before heading home after work.  I think it was my experiences in those spaces helped to bring my appreciation of men's footwear and suits into focus.  I found that I was very attracted to men with the corporate suit-tie-loafer look.  They were all older (I was still a teenager), and many of them wore loafers.  The combination of suits, loafers, and erect cocks was quite an aphrodisiac.

The loafer of a married executive I've "encountered" many times over the years.
 Captured afterwards, while he was cleaning up.

I could be attracted to a variety of executive-type guys - younger, older, short, tall, thin, heavyset - they didn't have to have model looks and bodies but if they wore expensive suits and loafers that cost several hundred dollars, I could get weak in the knees...and obviously still do!

Preppy Men Turn Me On

When I was in college, back in the 80s, I loved seeing guys with bare feet in Sperry Topsiders. This was during the height of the preppy craze, so that meant lots of cuties on campus wearing boat shoes, Levi's 501s and Lacoste polo shirts with the collars up.

I still have a soft spot for the preppy look today.  And since Washington is full of political types and cute interns, it's not difficult to find.  Preppy guys still turn me on (even if the political views of some may clash with mine!)

Passing Strangers

I had to go in to work early today for a 7:30 a.m. meeting in downtown Washington.  While there are people making their way in at that time, sidewalk traffic is relatively light. About half a block away, a shock of white hair approaching from the opposite direction caught my eye.  From the distance I could tell he was tall and, if my instincts were correct, handsome.  He was wearing a navy blue blazer, grey trousers, shirt and tie, and I was pretty sure he had on loafers.

My instincts told me I should capture him.

I readied my cameraphone and got into position as I approached him, walking right past the entrance to my office. In situations like these, I may only have one chance to take a shot so I do my best to time it properly. It's a crap shoot and doesn't always work but I was hoping that this time it would. He was a catch!

As we were about to pass each other I snapped the picture, took a quick look at the result (it seemed satisfactory) and turned around to see if I should make another attempt. Since street traffic was very light, I decided not to as there was no crowd to get lost in. Instead I headed up to my office to more closely inspect the subject of my photo. To my dismay, it was fuzzy. Even with his features blurred, I could tell he was very handsome. Since it was not clear enough to share, I deleted it.

About twenty minutes later, my colleague and I headed into our meeting to greet our visitor and waiting inside the conference room was the white-haired gentleman I'd crossed paths with earlier! Gorgeous. Tall (about 6' 4'), broad shouldered, perfectly groomed hair that contrasted nicely with his golden tan and blazing blue eyes. I was greeted with a firm handshake (large hands, of course) and a dazzling smile. And, as I had surmised earlier, he was wearing tassel loafers that appeared to be of the Cole-Haan variety - and they were large...size 12 or 13, I guessed.

It was so hard...to concentrate during the meeting. Disarmingly handsome, he appeared to be in his early fifties and had a combination of masculine virility, self-confidence, and charisma that could put anyone at ease.  My imagination ran wild...What would his manicured fingers would feel like cupping my ass? Did he have a big cock? How long could he fuck before coming? What if I crawled under the table?

The meeting ended and I cursed myself for deleting the blurry photo, but I also found myself wondering if he'd recognized me from before. He gave no indication that he did. 

If there's one thing this experience taught me, it's that I never know when one of my subjects will come back to "haunt" me.

Men in Suits Are Hot

DC Heatwave Series (16), a photo by didUCme2 on Flickr.

Washington has been in the midst of a heatwave for the past two days. It's hot...and so are the men in suits.

Could the temperatures in the high 90s be the reason this handsome gent has mature sexiness sweating out of every pore?

My "Thing" for Loafers

So how did my "thing" for loafers start? I can't say that there was a specific event that triggered it, but I do have a number of shoe-related memories that I can trace back to my childhood. 

I was in the third grade and my teacher, Mrs. Parris, was sitting on the window sill. She was wearing a pair of yellow shoes that were similar to an open toe sandal with a heel and a strap across the back.  While she spoke to us, she pushed one of the straps down with the toe of her other foot and released her heel.  Her shoe began to dangle and I remember being transfixed by her stocking foot as she played with her shoe. I had a tingly feeling the entire time.

The tingly feeling returned one night when my father, my mother, and I were in the den watching televsion. He had just gotten home from work and I was on the floor at his feet. He was wearing a pair of shiny, black lace up oxford work shoes and I was fascinated by them, gently caressing them and playing with the laces. "Do you want to take them off?", he asked. I unlaced them and pulled them off, freeing his ribbed, nylon-socked feet.

Around this time, I had a pair of fancy lace up shoes that I adored. They had a dark blue patent leather captoe and heel, with a blue/grey suede in the middle (it was the 70s! Fortunately my taste in shoes has improved since then!)  I loved to slip my feet in and out of them...the first signs of shoe play?

A few years later, when I was about eleven or so, I remember becoming aroused by watching my older brother slip his feet  in and out of his loafers while sitting at the kitchen table. By this time, I was old enough to know that what I was feeling was distinctly sexual.

I have no idea what it was about shoes and feet that so captivated me back then, but I can't help but think that happenings like those are why I'm a bit obsessed today.

If you have a "thing" for loafers, I'd love to hear how you think it came about.

What is loaferotica?

Welcome to loaferotica!

I'm just a gay man who enjoys men, photography, and writing. I also happen to have a "thing" for men's loafers - they're one of my turn-ons. But there are some other "things" that turn me on and you'll find out more about  them over the course of this blog. 

loaferotica is the place I've created where I can share and explore the things that turn me on with others who have similar interests (and, believe me, I KNOW you're out there!).

I'm looking forward to seeing where this leads. I hope you'll come along for the ride...and I hope you'll enjoy!

Your comments and feedback are welcomed.