I’m telling you, not a millimeter higher or you’ve got balls.
But it was a controlled bounce, just high enough to cover his junk. This is why I mentioned alarming earlier. His genitals are barely covered by the hem of the shirt, and with each swipe, the shirt raises a little with a short bounce. I guess with his phone that’s how you navigate through emails. He has his phone in his hands – one hand is constantly swiping the screen from right to left. You Don't Want to See The Bottom Half Of This Photo He’s standing adjacent from me, a profile view, about eight feet away wearing only a polo shirt. Unusual because I’ve never seen it before. As I look up after a few minutes, I see my dad, in a state of undress that is unusual and alarming. I head over to the computer to check my email. Since my folks are springing for the room, it would only seem respectful to allow my father to jump in the shower before me. We get back to the hotel, and it’s shower time. Now let’s jump out of this two leveled digression I just made you sit through. Consider the rest of the round to be miserable. If you go in the clubhouse even for a moment, you’re done. I’m buying.īack to the tip – if you don’t go inside after the ninth hole, you’ll be fine for the next nine holes. If any are reading this (they aren’t), then hit me up for a date. Sidenote – Ever notice that, on average, a cart-girl ranks at least an eight on the hotness meter? They’re almost always drop-dead gorgeous. Food or beer? Wait for the cart-girl to come by. In that sort of weather, when you finish the ninth hole, do NOT go inside the clubhouse for any reason. By the way, here’s a quick tip my dad taught me. Four hours in that heat even when you’re not sweating is kind of rough. It was a 102 degrees during the round, which is hot even without humidity. Okay, now that I’ve sufficiently bored you with context, let’s get to why you’re reading this – my dad’s dong.ĭad and I had just finished a round of golf. The pools were amazing, and they even allowed toplessness, which is never a bad thing for these eyes.Īlso, I saw the Beatles’ Cirque du Soleil show, which was really the best thing I’ve ever witnessed live. So, I guess it’s not the ideal place for me to visit. Like they’re trying too hard.”īut hey, I’m not a gambler, I don’t care about sports, and I don’t often go to nightclubs. I remember walking around our hotel, which is considered one of the nicest on the strip, and thinking, “This still looks wrong to me. But even the nice places seem gaudy to me. Don’t get me wrong, there’s a lot to do – golfing, gambling, shows, restaurants, etc. I would share with my mom and dad, and Dana and Al would get the other room. My sister and her boyfriend flew out from New York which meant we really only needed two rooms. My mom had a conference out there for work, and she invited the whole family. If That Shirt Bounces Any Higher, I’m Going to See… Shit – It Just Went Higher
I didn’t feel like this would be an ongoing series where I relayed constant anecdotes about dad’s privates. And I’m pretty familiar with it.Īfter the story I’m about to share where I saw my father’s dick, I was reminded of a second story involving my father and his penis.
So, it’s not like I could draw it from memory or anything. I sort of remember taking a shower with him and noticing it, but it’s kind of fuzzy. Hmm… I guess I remember seeing once as a little kid. If pressed, I supposed I would have answered something like you, which is: Up until about a month ago, I was right there with you. Not because of the subject matter, but because you can’t quite remember a time when this happened. When is the last time you saw your father naked? I’m going to bet, for most of you, this is not an easy question to answer.