Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2011 15:26:32 -0400
From: Z McGuire <zanemcguire@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Drunk Dial - Part 2

Dad's Drunk Dial - Part 2
By Zane McGuire
zanemcguire@hotmail.com

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"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..."

"That's my boy.  Just two buddies," he repeated, and I wondered if,
somewhere in his stupor, he was trying to justify what we were about to do.
"No harm in that, right?"

"Right, Dad."

"Just like when I was in Saudi... those long nights away from home... just
sitting around the barracks, me and your Uncle Jeff..."

Whoa, I gasped.  Uncle Jeff was Dad's twin brother, both of them had served
time in Saudi Arabia in the 90s.  Was he saying...

"Man, those nights would get so hot and sticky in the desert.  Jeff and me,
fuck, we'd sit around in nothing but our underwear, talking about our
girls, missing home... and before you knew it, our identical dicks were
both standing at full mast..."

"Wow, Dad..."

"Yeah, so... we figured, what the hell... and I'd reach over into his
shorts, he'd reach over into mine.  Never said a word to each other... just
two bros... two good buddies... in a warzone... making each other smile."

Fuck, the idea of Dad and Uncle Jeff jerking each other off... my cock was
aching now!  I wondered if it was true or if he was just telling a story.
Maybe one day I'd ask... if he was still speaking to me after tonight!

"I bet THAT'S something you would have liked to have walked in on, huh,
son?"

"Damn right, Dad."

"Heh... maybe one day I'll get Uncle Jeff to come over and we'll give you a
recreation... I can still fit into my fatigues..."

"That would be amazing, Dad."

"Aw buddy..." he inhaled deeply.  "All this talking has got your old man
stiff as a board.  Mind if I wrap my fist around it?"

"Only if you don't mind if I do the same."

"Yeah, buddy, go for it.  Tell me about it."

"Really?  You want to know about my cock?"

"Yeah, son... just out of curiosity, you know..."

"Sure..."  I cleared my throat, dismissing any doubts I had.  "Well, you
were right, Dad... it's pretty big.  Not sure if it's as big as yours or
Shawn's, but it's pretty thick."

"And how about your boys..."

I chuckled softly... my 'boys'... that was such a Dad thing to say.  "My
boys?  Well, right now they are pulled up pretty tightly because,
well... I'm pretty fuckin' turned on, Pop."

"Right on, Vince.  Do you shave 'em."

"Sometimes."

"Not me, man... I'm all natural..."

"I remember."

"I bet you do, son." He let out a soft growl that made the hair on my arms
stand on end.  "I'm glad we're talking like this, Vince.  I like that me
and you... we're friends, you know?  You're more than just my son.  You're
my pal."

"Absolutely, pop."

"You think of me that way too?"

"I do," I said reassuringly.  Whatever it takes to keep him on the phone
talking dirty to me, I thought with a smile.  "You're my dad, my
buddy... and one of the hottest fucking men I've ever laid eyes on."

"Aw, man, that feels so good to hear you say that," he said.  "I guess your
old man still has it, huh?"

"You sure do, Dad."

"You know I'd do anything for you, Vince.  Anything."

"I do, Dad."

"So, you know... if you ever get lonely... if you ever just want some
company... someone to make you feel good... you know you can call me,
right?"

I swallowed hard.  "What... what are you saying, Dad?"

"I'm saying I'll be there for you."

"Um... on the phone, you mean?  Like now?"

"Sure, if that's what you need... or if you need me there, I will come
over."

"Dad..."

"You know, to keep you company... make you feel... appreciated..."

"How..." My voice cracked slightly.  "Ahem, how would you do that, Dad?"

He laughed softly.  "I can think of a few ways."

"Tell me."

"Well... it's important that a man feel wanted... you know what I mean?"

"I do, I think."

"Yeah, so maybe I'd show you what that feels like... and maybe you'd show
me."  Before I could respond he exhaled.  "Let me ask you this... are you
still hard?"

"I am, Dad."

"Me too.  So we'd take it from there.  Two guys, alone for the night, with
big hard cocks to take care of.  And sometimes you need more than a hand.
I know I do, at least.  You get that from me too?"

"Oh yeah," I said eagerly.

"You like a nice mouth wrapped around your piece, son?"

"I do, Dad."

"That's my boy.  Me too.  LOVE to get this big hairy cock sucked, Vince."

"Me too, Dad."

"Well then maybe we'll have to help each other out."

I felt lightheaded as the image of my father and myself, embraced in an
incestuous 69, filled my mind.  "God, Pop, I'd love that so much."

"Me too son," he said, his voice hushed and slightly shaky.  I could tell
he was stroking his cock.  I joined him in a steady pace.  "Just imagine
it... your old man's thick tool slipping between your lips... your hard,
slippery dick slamming deep into my throat."

"Fuck, Dad..."

"Fuck dad?" he laughed.  "Is that what you wanna do, son?  Fuck your
daddy?"

"Oh, I just meant... I wasn't..." I stammered.

"Heh, I know.  Freudian slip, huh?  Well... maybe I'd let you do that
too... you know, if it made you feel good."

"You would???"

"Sure, why not.  Now, you'd have to take it easy on your old man... I'm
pretty tight..."

"I'd take it nice and slow pop... nice and slow..."

"Well, at first anyway, right, Vince?"  He laughed.  "Only till I got used
to it.  Then I'd want you to slam that cock inside of me, son."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck!" I moaned, precum oozing from my swollen cockhead.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Vince?  To slide your cock in Dad's furry
virgin ass?"

"I would LOVE that!"

"Aw, son... right now I'm fisting this fucking cock and rubbing a finger
along my sweaty, hairy ass crack... wishing it was the head of your cock."

"Yeah, Dad... my cock is absolutely dripping right now, so I'd get your ass
nice and slippery before I fuck you."

"Damn son, you have got me so fucking horny right now... I'm not gonna last
much longer..."

"Me neither, Pop..."

"I wanna blow my load with you, Vince.  I want to shoot my hot fucking cum
all over you, son.  I wanna coat your fucking face with my thick load."

"Yeah, Dad, and then I'll lean down and lick it all up, every fucking
drop..."

"Oh... oh Vince, that's it, son, that's gonna make me shoot..."

"Me too Dad... Aw fuck, here it comes."

"Yeah, Vince... cum with me, son.  Oh.... OH..... OH FUCK!  I'M CUMMING!"

"Aw, me too Dad... FUCKING SHOOTING MY LOAD!"

"AAAAAAAARGH!" he bellowed, and the sound of his orgasm pushed me further
into orbit.  I saw jet after jet of hot, sticky cum shoot out of my cock
and land with splats all across my chest and neck.

"Oh my god," I breathed... listening to him moaning quietly on the other
end of the phone.  "Dad... you still there?"

"Still here, Vince."

Here it is, I thought.  The reality is setting in.  The shame and guilt.
"Dad, I just want to say..."

"The only thing you have to say to me, son, is what time you are coming
over tomorrow so we can make that fantasy a reality."

I grinned.  "How's lunchtime work for you?"

He chuckled.  "Can't wait.  Want me to see if Shawn wants to join us?"

My cock throbbed at the thought.  "Oh FUCK yes..."


THE END