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It is not unusual for someone to pick up the phone, except when you are balls deep in him. That is what this guy did. He was, in words that do not convey his import, the hottest man I had ever known at the time. He was dynamic, a word I just learn to use in regards to people. He was a times a hooligan, a little boy made big. Other times he was worldly and intelligent, careful and considerate. But then he'd smile and start to break shit. He did all of this with an irishman's skin, a lineman's body, and bright green eyes. 

We only had one weekend, lots of talk and eventually lots of friendship, but only one real weekend. Not even that really; let's call it a span of hours. 

We started and one thing led to another wonderful thing until I'm spooning him from behind and working myself deeper and deeper, losing my mind the whole time. So is he I'd thought, cause he reached over and picked up the phone. 

I sounded like an 80s commercial: "who you gonna call?". "you"ll see" was all I got until he started to narrate our hotel room excursion to the stranger on the other side of the phone line. 

This. This was not covered in my fantasy life, or my porn experience at that time, or the friends I knew or what tv taught me. I knew what he was doing: I knew it was a phone, a person and sex, but heaven help me I didn't know how he was putting all those things together. 

He handed the phone to me. A man, light voice, the little hum and tick-tock I now know is a signature of phone sex lines, asked me how it felt. I foolishly went on for too long about everything. I might have started to ask him questions about his job choice but someone wanted me to finish and made that obvious. 

Afterward, I was both satisfied and astonished. And unlikely to ever forget. 

So i guess sometimes I have to be pushed. Regardless of my comfort with myself and the things I like, I rarely consider going outside the bounds of the expected. So, I've learned to enjoy being pushed: especially by hot Irishmen.