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.
Our friends AmberLily and her husband, BigD (short for "Big Daddy"), visited over the weekend. We didn't have a lot of time together so the main thing on the agenda was shooting as many pics as we could for her site, but that didn't stop me from selfishly TRYING to wrangle BigD into a shoot for TrixiesHouseboy.
Here are a few of the reasons BigD would make a hot guest on the site:
*he wears suspenders (major fetish points from me -- I SQUEAL when they're thumb-stroked, stretched, snapped, etc.) *he is definitely a "Big Daddy" type *he's a winker *he's cute!! *he has that dual-natured evil/cuddly-redneck look with a devilish goatee; any guy who can look menacing one moment and warm/welcoming the next is pornOlicious *he made us all breakfast -- PERFECT bacon, PERFECT eggs, and lots of carby-comfort rice. AND he asked if we had any kosher salt, explaining that it's the perfect tool for scouring cast-iron frying pans.
Alas, he's afraid he'd get in trouble with his straight job if he exposed himself on a porn site, or even if he's UNexposed (non-nude) on a porn site. He won't even do it in a mask or anything because he's afraid he could still be recognized.
I will keep trying to wear him down, though. Because I can't HELP myself!