Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2006 14:58:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wrong Number - Chapter 1

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                             Wrong Number

                     Chapter One - The First Call!

It was about 3:00 in the afternoon on Monday when the phone rang.
Normally I would have been at my office working, but I'd taken the day
off to take care of some major chores around the house.

I really didn't feel like talking to anyone, as I was so busy, so I
stepped over to the counter and glanced at the caller ID.  It said
'unavailable'.

"Great!  Could be anyone!" I muttered to myself.

I didn't want to pick it up, but I'd told my office they could call if
they had any problems they couldn't handle without me, and they rang
through the caller ID as 'unavailable' too.

"Hello?" I said, picking up the receiver, resigned to the fact I was
going to be interrupted.

"Sorry man!" came a desperate sounding, adolescent youth's voice through
the ear piece.  "I told you I'm trying to take a shit!  I dropped the
phone!"

"Excuse me?" I said, my eyes opening wider, and an involuntary grin
spreading across my face.

"What d'ya want?" the voice said more desperately.

"Well... you called me!  So what do you want?" I asked, thinking this was
a rather novel prank call.

"STOP ALREADY!" the boy's voice sounded a little more frantic.  "OH
FUCK!  WAIT!"

He suddenly slammed the phone down on something hard, which caused me to
jump.

I heard him breath in sharply, then there was silence for a few seconds.
Suddenly he gasped, then let out a soft, high pitched cry, as if he was
in pain.  This was followed a moment later by a sudden release of the
rest of the air in his lungs, as he finally relaxed.

"Fuck that hurt!" he muttered to himself another moment later, between
deep breaths he was taking as a result of having just been holding his
breath.

My hand moved to my crotch and I squeezed my genitals, which started to
harden, as I recalled a few years ago, how a former lover of mine would
often sit on the toilet with the door open while he was moving his
bowels, and several times, he too would go through the same torture this
boy had just experienced, as he pushed a large, hard piece of feces
through his anus.  The reason my dick was stiffening over such a
remembrance was because Kevin's facial expressions when he was shitting,
were the same as each time we had sex and I first pushed my penis up into
him.  Just thinking of sliding my rigid, greased cock through his tight
hole caused my dick to throb!

I was brought back to reality a moment later, as I heard the
unmistakeable sound of a toilet paper roller whirling around coming
through the phone's receiver.

"Ewwww!!!" the boy muttered a couple seconds later.

I smiled as I imagined him looking with distaste at the crumpled,
shit-streaked tissue he'd just used to wipe his ass with.

I heard more toilet paper being dispensed.  Then, a moment later still
more paper being unrolled.  Finally the sound of a flushing toilet, and
then the tinkling of a belt buckle, a zipper being zipped, and more
buckle tinkling.

Suddenly the boy must've reached for the phone, as it sounded like it was
pulled across a counter.

"OK," his voice came through the receiver more clearly again.  "I'm
back!"

"OK," I said.  "So... did everything come out alright?"

"HA! HA!" he replied, sarcastically.  "I told you before - I haven't shit
in a couple days!  Well... I finally just did, but jeeze it hurt coming
out.  Now my hole stings!  You shoulda seen the size of that piece of
shit man!  It was HUGE and Hard!"

He chuckled then and added, "like your dick usually is, only even
fatter!"

Before I could reply he also added, "And NO!  You can't put it up there
right now!  I don't care if I am all stretched out and ready for it, it
felt like I was really being ripped a new one!  Nothing's going up there
for a while!"

"Hmmm..." I said, ignoring the sexual comments. "So, you feeling better
now though?"

"Um... Yeah," He said, sounding surprised.  I suspected that he'd
expected whoever he thought he was talking to to keep the conversation on
a sexual note.

Before I could think of something else to say, he must've still been
dwelling on his regularity, because he followed up ruefully with, "My gut
was aching all morning cause I had to go, but couldn't.  Mom always says
I should eat more fruit and vegetables.  Maybe she's right!"

"I expect she is," I said.  "You could always drink some juice each day
instead if you don't like the actual fruits and vegetables of course!"

"I suppose..." he said, sounding surprised again.  Then he added "Why are
we still talking about my shit?"

"Well... you're the one who started the conversation when you called me
but them had to jump on the toilet, and you're the one still talking
about it," I said.

"Oh," he said.  There was a slight pause, then he added, "By the way,
sorry I hung up before.  I didn't mean to.  I accidentally pressed the
hanger-upper button when I sat the phone down to unbuckle my belt.
Anyway, if you were calling to see if you could come over so we can fuck,
well... you can come over, but really - I can't take you up my ass right
now!  I guess I can blow you though."

I was more than a little surprised by this statement, but my dick flexed
at the realization that the boy was apparently gay and usually had sex
with whoever it was he thought I was.  Smiling I squeezed my now
completely stiff cock.

"OK," I said, finally, not knowing exactly how to respond.  From the tone
in his voice I could tell the kid wasn't pranking me, but obviously had
the wrong number.  I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so, I lamely
added, "Um... by the way, I didn't hear you wash your hands."

"Shit!" the boy said.  "Hang on."

He set the phone down and I heard water running for a couple minutes, as
I expect he washed his hands.

"Um... I usually don't forget to wash up - just was anxious not to hold
you up any longer - that's why I forgot," he said.

"OK," I said.  "You remember to use soap?"

"Of course!" he said, indignantly.

There was a pause for a moment, then, as if a light bulb had suddenly
gone off in his brain, he said in a newly cognizant voice, "Um... Chris?
It's you I'm talking to?  Right?"

I couldn't help myself then.  I suddenly burst into uproarious laughter,
as I pictured the poor kid on the other end of the phone dying with
embarrassment, as he realized he had been on the phone with a complete
stranger all along, and that he'd taken a dump while I was on the line
with him, and even talked about having sex with whoever this Chris was.

"Sorry Kid," I said, when I was finally able to control myself.  "I think
you got the wrong number.  My name's not Chris!"

"Fuck!" he cried, in an anguished voice, sounding both mortified and a
little frightened.

Before I could say anything else, the phone clicked and went dead.  A
moment later, the dial tone started up.

As I hung up, I chuckled, thinking how the boy must have been feeling.
Still smiling to myself, I felt a little sorry for him too, and hoped he
didn't dwell on it...

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This isn't the end of this story, so watch for the next chapter, which
will be posted shortly...