From: bsktkase@aol.com (Bsktkase)
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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
                              
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                   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.