Thursday, February 5, 2009

As men grow older their toys grow smaller

I accepted a friend’s invitation to attend a meeting last night. I had spent some of the day with him catching up and after supper he said to me time to go play. Of course, even though I knew it was not lifestyle related the comment put me in an interested mood. I got the feeling he was worried that the evening would be boring for me.

So off we went. A bunch of guys like this I have never met before. The first thing I noticed was the gleam in thir eyes. It was like seeing little boys that have just walked into the room on Christmas day with all the packages decorated and they stood back taking in the moment. The next thing I noticed was how clean they mostly were my size or larger. Some of them looked like they could play linemen for a football team.

There they were and I will not use the word playing as it is not accepted well by the group so I will say operating very much like being in the real world of trains. Yes miniatures trains were the interest. Funny how those really into an hobby, are so willing to share their knowledge. They knew I was not a train person but they freely opened up and answered all my questions. It was almost like I was an attraction some one to convert or maybe I was some one they could explain their interest to there for fulfilling their need to expose their lust for this hobby. Hobby is a light word as I feel these guys were a lot more intense then I have seen in the lifestyle in a very long time.

I think that I s what I enjoyed the most was the intensity they showed and that my friend was so alive. That and the idea that these guys have huge hands yet can fabricate pile of lumber out of a Popsicle sticks. All and all an interesting experience!

Now of course I cannot end it there. I loved it for much reason some of them related to the lifestyle. First I was in the middle of a bunch who love miniatures next my friend forgot to tell me to bring slippers as you are not allowed to were your boots inside, so I spent all night walking on a cement floor hmmm dungeon sounding is it not. My feet have not yet warmed up so a lasting feeling much as good spanking would. The only other little engines that cause this much happiness would be a vibrator. I found out that real men do not grow up they keep their zeal for things such as these. I of course have come away with all sorts of fodder for future fantasies.

SO no it was not torture and yes I did have fun.

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