**NOTE:** Written while super tired. Best I could do. LONG, heavy setup.
Sometimes, things happen that seem too good to be true. I suppose those times are what make a good story or a story worth telling.
I am not Joe Sixpack, but I stay active and have a natural manly shape and porportions and I try to keep myself presentable. I have a deep masculine voice — had a great era in my life when I had a lot of phone sex — and I know how to relate to people.
I wouldn’t say I am especially hot, but I am okay, dude-down-the-street looking and I listen to people and am intuitive about what people need and want. And, I am sexual and sensual.
I think about and talk about sex and sexual things. I think I have decent timing and I know when to retreat, usually, before I offend people.
These are important details, not because I want to wag my cock around, but to explain why I got that once-in-a-lifetime phone call. I don’t really expect that this will be believed, but one late p.m., the phone vibrated and while I didn’t recognize the number, I was curious enough to pick up.