Horny Tales From the Scary Side -1- (Flash Fiction)

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Excerpt:

So, like I was saying, I was on my way from Macon to Atlanta. I am driving my white van which is still about half full of merchandise. I am on I-20 and I see a rest stop and I pull in and park. I park on the far end and near the woods. There is a red convertible parked next to where I park and…

Horny Horror At The Rest Stop

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My name is Mark Fatabulis but you can call me Howard. Not really. I am just joking. A lot of people do not get my sense of humor.

So anyway…

I am on the road and I am going to Atlanta from Macon. I don’t live in either place but I had business in both cities. Now you may ask what I do for a living. I eat. I drink. I sleep. That seems to keep me going. But for money? What do I do for money? I am a merchandiser. I put adult toys in stores for a wholesaler that is located in Savannah. What I do is similar to what a cola or beer merchandiser does but only I sell and stock adult toys. I also sell and stock condoms and lube.

So, like I was saying, I was on my way from Macon to Atlanta. I am driving my white van which is still about half full of merchandise. I am on I-20 and I see a rest stop and I pull in and park. I park on the far end and near the woods. There is a red convertible parked next to where I park and there is young man sitting in the convertible in the passenger seat. I would guess he is probably 25. He has shoulder length blond hair. He is wearing a white shirt and faded denim shorts. From where I am sitting I can see that he has his hand in pants. He might have an itch or he might be playing with himself or maybe a little of both. I am not sure.

There is no one other than me parked in this area and so other than me there is no one likely to see what he is doing unless someone suddenly drives up. Suddenly he looks up at me and he smiles. He knows I am watching him. His hand remains in his pants.

He is in the passenger seat. I figure there must be someone driving, meaning that he must be with at least one other person.

I smile back at him. I glance in the mirror and realize my smile is more awkward looking than I intended. But not his smile. He has such a pretty smile and he looks happy. He makes me feel happy.

I get out of my van. I look down at him. His hand is still working down in his pants. I speak to him. “How is it going?”

“Good. Really good.”

I am not sure what to say next. I want to say something. But I don’t want what I say to sound creepy.

“I am on my way up to Atlanta from Macon,” I tell him.

“Two shit hole cites.”

I nod. “I can’t argue there. So where are you from?”

“My father and I are traveling back to Augusta from Panama, Florida.”

“Beaches and babes.”

“Oh yeah.” His eyes roll a little bit. He continues playing with himself. His eyes widen and he tells me, “My cock is getting so hard right now.”

I am not sure what to say.

“Do you want to walk into the woods with me and suck me off?”

He unsnaps and unzips his shorts. He pulls his underwear down to reveal his hard cock.

“Where is your father?”

“I am twenty-five. I am legal.”

“Yeah. But you can’t just go off into the woods with someone and have your father wonder where you are when he gets back to the car. What if he is sitting in the car and sees the two of us when we come out of the woods.”

Suddenly, I see a police car come into the rest area and driving right where I am talking to the young man. “You better get your pants up. Here come the police.”

He suddenly pulls a gun out of the glove compartment. “They are never going to take me alive.”

I start screaming over and over again. “He has got a gun. He has a gun.” I quickly jump into my van and drive away from the young man who is holding a gun. I park. I am fleeing the young man. I don’t want to appear to be fleeing the police.

The young man stands on the seat of the convertible. His shorts and underwear are down around his ankles. His dick is big and hard. He pumps his cock as he starts shooting at the police car. They return fire. I see one of the bullets hits him between his eyes and he falls out of the convertible. His body bounces as it hits the pavement.

More police cars pull up. One of them parks next to my van. I get out of my van and an officer gets out of his car. I ask, “Officer, what did he do?”

“A trucker saw him kill a man in the woods and called us.”

“He told me that he was traveling with his father from Panama, Florida back to Augusta.”

I see policemen go into the woods. I see an older man standing near the restrooms and sucking on a straw down in a can of soda. Other people start walking toward the crime scene as the police start taping the area off and telling the people to get back.

An officer comes on the radio. “It looks like he killed the driver of the car.”

The officer who is standing with me ask the other officer, “Could the victim be his father?”

“No. The victim is a young man. Also the victim and the perp have different last names based on the identifications we found in their wallets.”

The police officer takes my information and I get the hell out of there.

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