Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:15:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: D Spam <spam.damn@ymail.com>
Subject: Two Boys Behind the Dugout

Two years ago, around this time of year, I caught two middle school boys
going at it. I lived on a dead-end street and behind our backyard was the
middle school. I could watch the 7th and 8th graders practice football from
the privacy of my own yard. Man, how I wanted to hit the showers with those
boys. The coaches were kinda hot too.

Anyhow, I used to walk my dog every day, late in the afternoon, around the
track and the baseball field. Behind the dugout was a wooden fence, and
behind that was a chain-link fence. There was a wooded creek the other side
of that. Total privacy. I usually walked behind the dugout as I
circumnavigated the field.

One day, the first really warm spring day, my dog was lagging behind,
sniffing things and doing what dogs do. I continued my walk and headed
toward the dugout. As I rounded that wooden fence, I stopped short--in
front of my were two boys, 13 or 14 at most. One was leaning against the
fence, with his pants down around his ankles. The other boy had his pants
only part of the way down and was squatting in front of the other boy.

The boy squatting was blowing the other boy while stroking his own cock. As
I rounded that corner, the cocksucker jumped up and yanked up his pants. He
looked at me for a second, and I sputtered something like, "don't stop on
my account." He ran off, as the other one pulled his pants up. But that kid
hesitated for a moment, looking me in the eye the whole
time. Unfortunately, he took off too.

I continued to walk my dog there every day around that time, but I never
saw either kid again. I live on the other side of town now.