Sometimes I like to ride my bike while wearing shorts and no underwear.
Sometimes I like to ride my bike while wearing shorts and no underwear, in the mountains where there are lots of pretty things.
Like grasshoppers.
Today one of them decided to fly up the right leg of my shorts and proceeded to land in my package.
I say 'in' as opposed to 'on' because it really got pretty stuck. It was embarrassing for both of us. He/she/it panicked and started fluttering it's wings pretty violently.
This resulted in an incredibly strange sensation for me. It was like having one of those flimsy-bladed hand-held fans running against my scrotum.
I was uncomfortable with it, so I shook my hips spasmodically to oust this insect yet it took a good 10 seconds of his flapping to manage an escape.
Finally the grasshopper was vented out of the same leg he entered, due to my aggressive clothes-yanking. He fell clumsily to the ground, as if intoxicated by my musk, and I pedaled forward to finish my ride.
Though now I feel violated. I just got raped by an insect.
:(
rating: 8
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