Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 13:22:26 -0500
From: Z McGuire <zanemcguire@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Drunk Dial - Part 1

Dad's Drunk Dial - Part 1
By Zane McGuire
zanemcguire@hotmail.com

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It was about 10:30 last night when it happened.  I was laying in bed,
watching Househunters on HGTV when the phone rang.  I reached over to my
bedside table and picked up my cell, squinting at the screen.  In bold
letters it said "DAD CALLING."  I pressed accept.

"Hello?"

There was a long pause.  It only took me a second to realize he had
pocket-dialed me.  There were the familiar sounds of the inside of his
pocket.

"DAD?" I called out, hoping he might hear the distant buzz of my voice.
"DAD!  CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

The shuffling stopped and I heard him mumbling.  "Whazzat?"  A few seconds
passed and then, "Hello?"  He sounded surprised.

"Hey Dad."

"Viiiiiiiiiiiiince!" he exclaimed, a little too excitedly.  He'd been
drinking, I realized with a grin.

"Hey there.  You pocket dialed me."

"I diiiiiiiiiiiid?  Awwwww man.... sorry about that buddy."

"Where are you?"

"I'm home.  Where are you?"

"Home, too.  Did you go out tonight?"

He started laughing.  "Yeah, I sure did!  That obvious, huh?"

"A bit," I said with a smile.  "Did you have a good time."

"Well... I guess so!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's not even midnight and I'm back home, alone, so it couldn't have
been THAT much fun, if you know what I'm saying..."  He hiccuped.

"Dad, tell me you didn't drive in that condition!"

"Nah, nah, nah, don't you worry about me, Vince.  Your old dad might be
stupid, but he's not THAT stupid.  Nah, your brother dropped me off."

"You were partying with Shawn?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then, in that case, you're lucky you're only drunk and not lying
unconscious in an alley.  Shawn plays hardball."

"He went easy on his old man."

"I hope so!"  I was glad to hear Dad had gone out and had a good time; he'd
been in a funk ever since Mom had left, six months ago.  She'd run off with
their tax accountant, a mousy fool named Zeke.  It wasn't a huge loss to
Shawn and me; I'd never had much use for her, but Dad had been devastated.
Having to start over again at 50... I felt for him.

"Well, Pop, you tuck yourself in and sleep it off..."

"Already beat you to it!"

"Huh?"

"I'm already tucked in," he laughed.  "I had dropped my phone in the
sheets, and I guess when I was trying to find it, I musta dialed your
number."

"Oh, okay, no worries then."

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just watching tv."

"Oh, no hot date for you either, buddy?"

I chuckled.  "You know better than that.  As many hours as I work, nobody
would have me."

"Aw, Vince, you need to find yourself someone," he said earnestly.  "I
don't like the idea of you being alone all the time."

"Well, I'm not alone ALL the time," I said, instantly regretting it.

"Oh no?" He asked, a teasing note of intrigue in his tone.  "What's THAT
mean?"

I laughed.  "Nothing, Pop, skip it."

"Nah, son, I'm genuinely interested, what do you mean by that?  Did you
meet someone?"

"Nah."

He gave a deep throaty laugh.  "Oh, I see."

"What do you see?"

"You got yourself a... what... playmate?"

"Dad..."

"That's good, son, a man needs someone warm every now and then."

"Dad, I'm not talking about that with you..."

"Why not?"

"Because you're my father, that's why."

"So?  Because I'm your father, that means we can't be... what... friends?
Come on, I thought we were friends!"  He sounded genuinely hurt.

"Pop, of COURSE we're friends, it's just..."

"You know I'm cool with the gay thing, right?"

Now it was my turn to laugh.  He sounded so ridiculous; trying so hard to
be friendly and warm.  Bless his heart.

"Yes, Pop, I know... you've always been my biggest champion."

"Well there you go, then.  You can tell me anything."

"I know."  I decided to just let the subject drop, because I was pretty
certain by now that he'd forgotten the entire point of the conversation.

"You know, Vince, I worry about you."

"I know, Pop, you said, but I'm fine, I promise you."

"So you mean to say sitting at home on a Saturday night watching TV is what
you'd like to be doing?"

"Well, no, but I have to work tomorrow, so..."

"Oh screw work.  You need to go out and find a nice man and bring him home
and fuck the hell out of him."

I gasped at his frankness.  "Pop!"

"I'm serious!  You're too young to be staying home jerking off all the
time."

I cracked up.  "Dad, you are too much... you are so gonna laugh tomorrow
when I tell you about this..."

"You think I don't know about that?" he continued, as though I hadn't even
spoken.  "Shit, son, I remember when you were growing up, we could hardly
ever get into the bathroom, you were ALWAYS in there!"

"Okay, Dad, you're embarrassing me now..."

"And let's not even talk about those twenty minute showers every morning.
You jerked off WAY more than your brother ever did."

"Pop, seriously!" My face was bright red.

"It's healthy, son, everyone does it.  Shawn did it.  I do it."

"Okay, TMI, Dad..."

"I do it all the time, always did.  I guess maybe you took after me in that
way."

There was obviously no stopping him, so I just sighed and let him continue.

"You know I did!  You used to watch me, didn't you?"

I gasped.  "Wh...what?"

"You did, don't deny it.  I know you did."

"Dad, I..."

He started laughing.  "Hell, I remember that time your Mom went away for
the weekend.  Frankie Larson at work gave me a handful of porno tapes and I
told you and your brother to go outside and play for a while.  Shawn did as
he was told, but you had a twinkle in your eye... You always were too smart
for your own good."

I remembered that day very clearly; but I had no idea that he knew what had
happened.  "Dad... I was a kid, a teenaged boy, horny whenever the wind
blew and I..."

"I know, son, don't sweat it.  I mean, I didn't know at first, of course.
I would have probably gotten really mad at you.  But I went up to my room,
popped the tape in and went to town.  It was probably a good ten to fifteen
minutes into it when I heard a noise out in the hall.  I remember freezing,
wondering if you boys had come back in, but I heard Shawn hollaring
outside, so I figured I must have mis-heard.  So I just kept stroking
it..."

I swallowed hard, remembering the situation.  Shawn and I had gotten into
an argument almost the second we'd gone outside and he'd started playing
with our neighbor, Joey Franklin.  I had come back inside, curious as to
what Dad had been up to.  I was sixteen, awkward and almost certainly gay,
and I'd been smart enough to pick up on the suggestion that Dad was up to
something sexual in his room.  So I had crept along the hallway.  The
memory of that day caused my now-adult cock to begin to grow.

"I was laying there in my bed, jerking my cock, when out of the corner of
my eye, I saw my bedroom door slowly open.  I froze again, expecting you or
your brother to come bursting in, but the door only opened a tiny bit.  I
gotta admit, son, the idea of being watched by ANYONE was pretty exciting
to me... I guess your old man was a bit of an exhibitionist back then."  He
laughed.  "Maybe still am..."

"Okay, Dad, I think that's enough of memory lane..."

"You remember it, too, don't you son?"

"Pop..."

"Come on, I always wanted to ask you.  You watched me, didn't you?"

"Look, it was a long time ago and I..."

"Vincent..." he said sternly.

I laughed.  "Dad, what do you want me to say?"

"Just tell me the truth; you're a grown ass man now, what am I gonna do,
take you over my knee and spank you?"

Instinctively I raised my eyebrow and felt my cock twitch a bit at the
thought. "Okay, fine, yeah... I watched you."

"Ha HA!  I knew it."

"Feel better now, old man, embarrassing your son like that?"

"Nah, but I'm glad to know what I always suspected was true."

"Well, good for you."

"Aw, don't be a sourpuss, Vincent.  You got nothing to be ashamed of, boy.
You were just a horny, curious boy.  Doing what boys do."

"I guess so."

He chuckled.  "So... did you ever do it again?"

"What?"

"Watch me."

"Of course not, Dad!"

"Not even when I was in the shower?"

I flushed again.  "What?  No..."

He laughed.  "Yes you did!  I know you did.  You ALWAYS just HAD to pee the
second I got in the shower.  How many times did you come busting in the
bathroom as I was soaping up.  I know you were watching me through that
steamed up glass door."

"THat's... that's just not..."

"Heh... kids... they always think they are SO smart.  Like their parents
aren't horny fuckers too.  I figured out pretty quickly what you were up
to, so I started timing it.  Don't you remember, after the third or fourth
time, you always managed to come in right when I was bending over and
washing my feet?"

"DAD!"

"Heh!  I still remember the first time I looked over my shoulder and saw
you standing there, slack-jawed, as I ran my hands up over my hairy ass."

"Okay, Dad, that's just about..."

"And I'll never forget the last time... I guess I scared you off... You
were standing there, pretending to pee when I reached over and slid the
door open.  I stood there in front of you, soaking wet, my cock rock hard
and dripping.  I was pretending to dry my hair with the towel, but I was
really watching your reaction."

"Oh my god," I whispered, absolutely stunned at his confessions.  All this
time I thought those encounters had been completely random.  But he was
right; as children, we always assume we're smarter and savvier than our
parents.  How had I not realized?

"And you just turned and ran out of the bathroom."  He chuckled.  "Man,
Vince, you should have stuck around that day."

"Wh... what do you mean?"  I stammered.

"Your old dad might have jerked off for you."

Silence fell between us.  What had started as a funny, endearing chat with
my drunken dad had turned into something completely different.  I wasn't
prepared for it.  I knew he'd regret it tomorrow, but there was something
so... mesmerizing about hearing him talk to me this way.

"Vince?" he said after a few seconds, his voice suddenly deeper.

"Yeah, Pop?"

"You still there, son?"

"Yeah, Pop."

"Good."

"Pop, I just want to say..."

"You hard, son?"

"Wh... what did you say?"

"I asked you if you were hard."

"Hard?"

"Your cock, son.  Is it hard?  Right now?"

I bit my lip.  "A... A little, Pop, but..."

"Good, son.  Me too."

I felt my heart start to beat faster.  "You are?"

"Hell yeah.  You should see the tent I'm pitching in my briefs right now."

"Why are you so horny, Pop?  What's got you fired up?"

"Well... right now... I'm just imagining that my bedroom door is opening
and my handsome, 22 year old son is revisiting his past... by watching his
old man..."

Dear god, I thought, my cock stretching to full mast.  This was insane!
Was I really having phone sex with MY DAD???  "And what would I see, Dad,
if I was standing there right now?"

"You'd see me laying here on top of the covers... my phone in my hand.  My
other hand running across my hairy chest..."

I inhaled sharply.

"Yeah, I remember you telling me a while back that you liked hairy guys.
Wonder if that's because you always had the hots for your hairy old man?"

I didn't answer, but I moaned slightly.

"I thought so," he said, his deep voice washing over me like rough gravel.
"I might be a bit older now, but I'm still a pretty good looking fucker if
I do say so myself.  Don't you think so, son?"

I ran my tongue over my dried lips and struggled to find the words, but
they wouldn't come out.

"Heh, I bet you think so.  You think I don't notice the way you look at me
sometimes, but I do.  When you were over last week and I was sitting on the
couch, I saw you checking me out.  Remember what I did?"

"Y...Yeah..."

"What did I do, Vince?"

"You smiled at me... and..."

"And what?"

"And reached up and unbuttoned your shirt a little."

"Fuck yeah I did... Your eyes got big as saucers, son... as my hairy chest
came into view.  You looked at me like a deer in the headlights and got up
and left the room..."

"I thought... I just..."

"I know, you thought it was just a coincidence... you thought there was no
way your dad was giving you a little peek, right?"

"Yeah," I said, exhaling.  "Jesus Christ..."

"Wanna know something else, Vince?"

"Sure, Dad..."

"When I went to hug you goodbye that night... My cock was rock hard,
son..."

I felt lightheaded.  I remembered the embrace, it seemed just like every
other time.  I tried to remember if I noticed anything different, but no...
"No way, Dad... now you're just making fun of me..."

"Never, son."

"Then... why were you hard?"

"I guess it was because of the way you were looking at me.  You always look
at me with respect... adoration... with... I don't know... lust?"

Goddamn it, he was right, even though I never would even admit it to
myself.  It wasn't any coincidence that every guy I'd hooked up with since
I lost my virginity at 17 looked like my dad.  Older, hairier guys with
deep masculine voices and salt and pepper hair.

"Dad, I know I shouldn't, but..."

"Weren't you listening to me, son?  I said it makes me hard when you look
at me like that."

I exhaled.  "Wow..."

"In fact... I'm so hard right now I think I might just reach down and touch
myself."

"Dad..."

"Why don't you join me, Vince?"

"I don't..."

"Come on... we're both grown men... home alone on a Saturday
night... horny...  You ARE horny right now, aren't you son?"

I grabbed my swollen bulge through my jeans.  "Yeah, Pop... I sure am."

He growled slightly, which sent a chill down my spine.  "See?  Just two
buddies helping each other out.  You know what I'm doing right now, son?"

"What Dad?"

"Sliding my hand down under the waistband of my boxers... my fingers are
brushing across my bush..."

"Oh man..."

"What's your hand doing, Vince?"

"Right now I'm unsnapping my jeans."

"Are they tight, buddy?"

"Getting tighter by the second, Dad."

"Damn right, buddy.  I bet you have the same horsecock that me and your
brother have, huh?"

"You've seen Shawn's cock, dad?"

"Hell yeah... heh... I'll tell you all about that story one day, Vince.  Or
maybe the three of us will get together one time and we'll SHOW you,
son..."

"Aw man, I'd love to hear that story."

"Let's make our own story first, buddy, what do you say?"

I sat up and slid my hand into my boxer briefs.  "What do I say?  I say
fuck YEAH, Dad..."

TO BE CONTINUED...