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Post #126
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Last week, I was trying to provoke old memories.
This week’s story never happened to me, but let’s see if it strikes a chord
with any of you.
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MISDIAL
I sprawled on the bed Saturday morning, half asleep,
half-awake, and half tumescent when the phone rang. I slung my arm over to pick
up the cordless receiver and grunted.
“Dammit, wake up, Chuck!”
demanded an unfamiliar voice. “We had a date. Get your pretty ass over here
right now!”
“D-date?” I asked. “Who is this?”
Dead silence for a
second. “Chuck? That you? You playing tricks on me again?”
“I’m not Chuck, and I’m
not playing games. Go take your—”
“Hold on! Don’t hang up. This
really isn’t Chuck?”
The voice was gravelly,
conveying the image of a husky athlete. “No, my name’s not Chuck. It’s Dane.”
Crap. Probably shouldn’t have volunteered that.
“Hi, Dane. My name’s
Harley. You sound interesting. How old are you?”
“Nineteen. You?”
“Twenty-one. You go to
the college?”
“How’d you know?”
“Assuming I didn’t
misdial the prefix, it’s the one around the school. You’re nineteen, so it’s a
good guess. What are you wearing?”
“None of your business,
but not a damned thing! I’m still in bed.”
“Oh, jeez! I’d like to
see that. Describe yourself.”
“Fuck man, what you wanta
know? I’m five ten, hundred and sixty. What else is there?”
“Hair? Eyes?”
“Yeah, I’ve got those.” Why
in the hell didn’t I just hang up?
He laughed
appreciatively. “Color, smart-ass?”
“Blond hair, blue eyes.”
“What color is the hair
on your chest?”
“Don’t have any. And
that’s getting kinda personal.”
He ignored me. “What
color are your pubes. Gold or red?”
“Neither. Sorta light
brown,” I snapped. Why did I answer that?
“How big are you? Cut or
uncut? Rocket ship or spade?” He spoke rapidly into my stunned silence. “Just
describe it to me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you want to,” he
said simply.
“Big enough to do the
job.”
“Fantastic! Man, tell me
where you live, and I’ll be over there to help you out so fast you won’t
believe it.”
“Fast is good, huh?”
“Go on, describe it to
me."
So I did and answered his
questions about a couple of details, still not understanding why I was going
along with this guy. “What the hell’s going on?” That question was meant for
me, but he answered.
“Phone sex. Good old
phone sex. You spread out on the bed holding it in your hand?”
“Maybe,” I admitted, giving
him his answer.
“How’s that feel”
“Oh, man,” I moaned.
“It’d feel better if I
was there. You ever had a blow?”
“N…no,” I said jerkily.
My heavy breathing probably told the joker what I was doing as clearly as if I’d
said it aloud.
He laughed. “Ain’t it a
blast?”
“Oh, man,” I repeated,
reduced to primal grunts and single syllable exclamations.
“Pump it, man. You’re
getting close! I can hear you panting, you good-looking fucker!”
“Feels…gr…great!
“Go for it, Dane! Go for
it!”
“Oh, shit! Gotta stop
this or….”
“Don’t stop, Dane,” the
voice dripped with authority.
My legs spasmed, and I
groaned my way through the keen edge of an orgasm, whimpering as it slowly died
away.
“Man, that must have been
something,” came the voice from the telephone. “Wish I’d been there to make it
even better.”
“Couldn’t,” I gasped. “Best
ever!”
“Go back to sleep, Dane,
and I’ll call you next Saturday. Unless, you want me to come over in person.”
“Think about it,” I
groaned, halfway into slumber.
“Great! Until Saturday.”
I drifted toward sleep
and then snapped wide awake. Saturday? He was going to call again Saturday? How
could he if he had misdialed?
Son of a bitch! It wasn’t
any misdial; it was somebody I knew! And I had until Saturday to figure out
who’d gotten into my pants. Over the telephone,
for crying out loud!
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Anyone
remember anything like this happening to them? Anything similar? Let me know.
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on reading. Keep on writing. You have something to say, so say it!
Until next time.
Mark
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