FOOTBALL OR SOCCER?
By Mighty Mouth I have to confess that I don't know a football from a golf ball. But I do know a lot about male balls, and have played with many of them. My name is Jack. I am 30 years old. I live in a medium-size city on a deserted street. There is only one other house on my block, and it is rented to poor white trash. They are not nosy neighbors. My modest house overlooks a football field, attached to a local high school. Sometimes I go onto the school grounds, not to watch a game, but to ogle the guys at practice. It's a feast for the eyes. There is one kid in particular, #10, who is a real looker, and muscular. Built like a brick shit house and always smiling when he isn't wearing his helmet. After a game was over, I motioned the kid to come over to the modest bleachers. I said, "You could be a model, you are so good-looking. I'm a photographer, and I'd like to take pictures of you. I live in the house next door to your field. I can't afford to ...