Once the journal/weblog/diary of Tucker, a sometimes-sub. Now mostly taken over by his girlfriend, Trixie, and her thoughts on porn (especially porn focused on guys).
I took a nice, peaceful walk in the woods recently. It *was* peaceful, that is, until I got nearer to a meadow and heard all kinds of cheering, like a small soccer game or something was being played for a small all-male audience.
Curious, I walked uphill towards the distinctly masculine sound of men bursting into shouts and whoops. It got louder and louder. I climbed up to a vantage point where I could see the meadow, hoping they wouldn't see me because they sounded dangerous and highly enthusiastic, like men thumping each other on the back to prepare for battle.
Finally I saw them. A group of a dozen or so twenty and thirty-something men, some standing and some sitting in the grass in a circle around one man who was blindfolded. I don't know if it was a bachelor party or what they were doing, but I left them to their strange game, listening to their warcries fade away even though I wanted to keep watching.
Part of me was happy to leave, though, since my fantasy details of that scene are probably a lot more sexually gratifying than the real ones of dudes exercising their vocal chords and who-knows-what-else in a public space during the middle of the day.
