681. Ace drove on

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(If you’ve never had a flea then hopefully you will forgive the intensity of this story…)

Ace had a long drive ahead of him. He left early in the morning. It was a twelve hour drive to Cincinnati.

He’d been driving for about three quarters of an hour since leaving home, and…

… was that a flea? Moving in his groin? He scratched.

Yeah. It was a flea. He kept on driving. He scratched again. The flea moved lower, sort of underneath his testicles. Where did he pick up a flea? he wondered.

Shit. It was driving him nuts. Come the next town he’d stop at a store. Fly spray was the answer. He’d simply squirt the thing to death. It moved to his dick. Wow! How the hell can you drive with crossed knees?

There’s a general store now! Ace parked on the side of the street. He bought a can of fly spray and returned to the car. The fucking flea was in his crack. It was having a field day. It was happy as Larry. It was glad as two pigs in shit. It was romping in clover. It was pleased as a dog with two dicks. It was balls in butter. It was biting his fucking arsehole.

Ace pull down his trousers and boxers and sprayed. He sprayed his backside. He sprayed his front side. Between his torso and thighs was a mound of white fly spray foam. He held his dick up by the tip and sprayed all sides. He stretched open his crack with one hand and sprayed like there was no tomorrow.

The group of youths on the street side of the car clapped. They thought it was great.

Ace gave them the finger and drove on. He scratched all the way to Cincinnati.

57 thoughts on “681. Ace drove on

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    Sensually graphic without being pornographic…LOL!
    (But I keep thinking of fly spray on human skin….I’ll bet that smarts….)

    from another point of view: “There are intelligences, little suspected by the vulgar, and laws in nature, the very existence of which have not yet been detected by the advanced among the scientific world.—-“The Autobiography of a Flea,” chapter 1.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Cynthia, for the comment, and the quotation! There’s always that “fine line” that worries me – and I’m sure I lose readers in the process. I’m always aware of Pegeen Mike in Synge’s Playboy of the Western World: “There’s a great gap between a gallous story and a dirty deed.”

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  2. redosue

    I’m left wondering about Larry. Aside from that, I enjoyed the graphic energy of the language. And I do love a story that features boxer shorts. No literary allusions spring to mind, alas.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Now that’s funny, because I’m always trying to write about dumb males because I thought there were too many dumb females in the stories…! So I was trying to redress the balance. I guess it’s ended up with nearly everyone dead or dumb! As for the readers not being very bright… I’m always amazed at how only highly intelligent personages seem to be the only ones reading this blog!

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                    1. Oscar Alejandro Plascencia

                      That was a common and freaky sight in my childhood. Schoolmates would beg to come over and watch the headless fowl run about the backyard until all life drained out of it, as if…unplugged. Slowly dropping like a radio detached from it’s power source.

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