From: bsktkase@aol.com (Bsktkase)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: A Stange Thing (M/M Masturbation Outdoors)
Date: 23 Mar 1995 06:35:37 -0500
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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!!).
Please feel free to send comments to:
bsktkase@aol.com
Don’t send flames, let’s keep the use of Internet for
constructive purposes!!
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.