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The attached story is Copyright 1995, basket kase
Please feel free to distribute this text file, in tact,
where ever it is welcome. Please do not distribute to
minors, in the U.S. or abroad.
Thank you, basket kase
Disclaimer
The attached story contains an explicit sexual situation
that occurred on my front lawn at 3 a.m. on at Saturday
morning. If this type of sexual material offends you, or
you are underage, please delete it now and read no further.
My feelings won’t be hurt.
The names in this story are purely fictional, and any
resemblance to any person, living or dead, or any situation
portrayed below, is purely coincidental (Since I still have
no idea who the individuals are or where they are from!!).
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A Strange Event
A true story from basket kase
(bsktkase@AOL.COM)
I recently bought a new house out in what my coworkers call “God’s Country” in upstate New York. Small town, population 850, but big enough that you wouldn’t miss it if you blinked! Anyway, I woke up and decided to call America On-line to see what was going on in the live chat area when I heard a lot of noise outside.
I wondered into the living room and looked out the huge bay window. It was dark and pouring rain. The only light was from the flood light mounted on the side of the house and the headlights from the old Ford Bronco parked in front of my place. There was some yelling going on and then the passenger door opened and some boy, about seventeen was pushed out. He was wearing nothing but his white Fruit of the Looms.
He had a great body, a typical well toned body with soaking hair that came down to his shoulders. The door was quickly slammed shut behind him. He stood up, wearing nothing but his underpants, up to his ankles in a mud puddle.
The passenger window rolled down and there was an exchange of words. The kid yelled again and hit the truck. The window rolled up. He stomped around in the mud puddle for a while, having a genuine fit. It looked as if he were drunk. He walked back over to the door and the window rolled back down a little, there was a quieter exchange of words (non of which I could make out) and then the kid took off his underwear and handed them to whoever was in the truck!!!
I watched as he moved away from the truck and knelt in the huge puddle of water and then started to jerk off!!!! Some one got out of the truck and then there were a few flashes... they were taking pictures of this guy jerking off in front of my house!!!!
He must have started to cum, his body tightened and spasmed... his hand pumping like crazy. It was hard to see since the person with the camera kept taking shots and the flash was pretty blinding at 3 a.m. After a few seconds, the guy with the camera got back into the truck and the passenger window reopened.
Out came a shirt and a pair of pants, and then the truck drove off. The kid got up out of the mud puddle and stumbled over to his clothes. He pulled on his shirt, and then his pants, picking up his underwear and shoving them into his pocket. Barefoot, he wondered out to the main road and started walking out of town. I watched, hoping to see if he lived close by, but he was soon to far into the darkness to see.
I never saw either of the two kids again, or that Bronco.
Like the name, it was a really strange thing.