Peach Juice
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Flash Story: Jamie is sitting on the toilet when a guy from down the hall bursts into the bathroom, his penis wagging. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
Jamie was on the toilet when the boy down the hall, Brad, barged into the bathroom, his penis already out of his pants. “Oops. Sorry. Don’t mind me,” he said. “I’ll just wait my turn. And would you like a bite of my peach? It’s sure to be sweet and juicy.”
“No thanks,” Jamie replied.
“Okay,” Brad said. “No harm, no foul. Besides, the pit of a peach looks a lot like an asshole.”
Jamie had nothing to say to this.
Brad studied the peach. Jamie studied the penis.
“You know what?” Brad said. “These walls are sinfully bare. They need something.”
“Like what?”
“A picture. Maybe a poster. Or a poem.”
“What kind of poem?”
“Oh, the usual,” he said. “Some kind of soft porn poem. For instance
“Divine glue all but gone,
if the paster is to affix the weighty poster of the savior to the church wall,
bare but scarred by sinfully atrocious ruts,
he will need to fib that he has been washed in the blood of the leprechaun.
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