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Dad's Surprise Christmas Gift

It was two days before Christmas and I was headed east on interstate 80 to commemorate the birth of our savior at my parents' house in Ohio. My wife, son and daughter were with me, and we would be sharing space with a large cast of relatives endowed with varying levels of sanity for the next several days. My wife was riding shotgun and was busy scolding the k**s who were fighting in the back seat over some highly significant issue such as who took whose last piece of bubblegum. Although a light snow had been falling since shortly after we left St. Louis, we were making good time, and I felt at peace as we drove through southern Indiana. Despite my f****y's tendency to transform into Dysfunction Junction, the snow and the impending holiday festivities put me in a good spirit and brought my mind back to a Christmas many years ago. It was 1985, and I had turned f******n three months earlier. I had passed through that awkward phase of puberty and was an attractive k**; I played on the JV football team and was reasonably popular. It was Christmas Eve, and I had gone upstairs to my room after spending the evening singing carols with my f****y. As I changed into my flannel pajamas I noticed a note on my pillow, so I picked it up and read the words that would soon change my life: "Scott, I have a special gift for you. Come to my study at 2:00 a.m. Love, Dad." I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite 11:30. I wondered what Dad had for me, and why he had to give it to me ...

... at such an odd hour. Obviously it was meant to be a secret, but what could it be? I was definitely intrigued. I had asked for an Atari that Christmas, but didn't see why he would give it to me in the middle of the night. I set my alarm for 2:00 so that I would not doze past the appointed time, but need not have done so. I was far too excited to sl**p, so I just lay in bed and stared at the ceiling while I listened to the melodic strains of Wham on my Sony walkman, which my father had given me a few Christmases earlier. Finally 2:00 arrived and I got out of bed. At a time when not a creature should be stirring, not even a mouse, I quietly crept down the stairs to the study that my father used. It was a place where he worked and sought private sanctuary from the chaos of his home life, and my s****rs and I were only rarely allowed in. The door was slightly ajar and I knocked. "Come in, Scott," my father ordered quietly, "and shut the door behind you." I complied with these instructions and stood before my father, noticing the half-empty whiskey decanter on his desk. "I have a special present for you, Scott," my father said and took a large sip of his drink, then another. "It is actually a present for your penis," he added nonchalantly. I was shocked to hear him say such a thing but could tell by the lustful glint in his eyes that he was dead serious. The penis he mentioned immediately responded and rose to full mast in an instant. "I can see your prick is excited," my father ...