The plumber checks my pipes.

We had a solid pre clearance date. It didn’t end in a kiss because while we were inside talking over a drink, the temperature dropped several degrees and in his shorts, he was far too cold outside to stand on the street and make out.

It was probably just as well, because given how great our kissing chemistry proved to be, we may have made a spectacle of ourselves on that busy street.

He gets up ridiculously early every morning for a 6 am start time. I’m learning this is the downside of dating tradesmen. He asks me how my day is going, he’s been up for hours, and I’m still waking up. 

His name is Dan. He’s got amazing blue eyes, a full head of hair, strong hands, and an awesome bod. He’s slightly taller than I, and is a ball of nervous energy.  He texts me every single day starting with a “good morning, beautiful”.

On our first date, he peppered me with questions about dating. Somehow, we got to talking about sexual exploration. He wasn’t judgmental, simply curious. I was careful with how much information I shared, but I sensed he was approaching his questions from a good place.

Over the course of a few phones calls, in response to his very direct questions, we ended up talking quite a bit about sex and our preferences. It always makes me nervous to do so, as I find most men simply cannot handle it. Dan was keen to learn what I liked, and he shared how much he enjoyed being a provider of pleasure.

He didn’t back away. He kept texting and kept calling. Despite two last-minute cancellations due to his early bedtime requirements, we tried again.

All he wanted to drink was water. I poured myself a glass of a Spanish dry sherry which is one of my favorites. We sat on the couch and talked until he said “okay I need this now”, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him for a kiss.

The kiss was great. We didn’t have to spend any time getting to know each other’s styles, it simply worked.

He moved relatively quickly. Pushed me down onto my couch, pulled down the waistband of my pants, put his mouth between my legs. He followed with his fingers and I quickly became a writhing mess beneath him.

He’s the kind of man who watches closely to gauge the impact of what he’s doing. He loves to give his partner pleasure. And he quickly proved he was very good at doing so.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I invited him to my bedroom. He is a beautiful creature and a lot of fun. He used hands and mouth and even asked to use my toys. He fucked me with a dildo (actually, one which Tony purchased for me to use to peg him, which never happened) and my Hitachi Magic Wand.

We moved to sex and he told me it was probably going to be fast since it had been a long time. He felt great – his cock was a good size and it worked, something I now don’t take for granted. But I didn’t expect the penetrative sex to last less than a minute. He didn’t use a condom; we’d already shared so many fluids and rubbed ourselves on each other so much it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. He pulled out to cum on my belly, just as I was telling him I couldn’t get pregnant.

“How do you know you can’t?” he asked.

“I don’t have the equipment anymore.”

He got up to get a towel from my bathroom. “You don’t have to do that,” I called out after him. “I don’t mind.”

“I do, it’s gross,” he said.

He cleaned up then lay back down on my bed. “Sorry that was so fast.”

“No worries at all. I understand.”

I rested my head on his torso and we lay together like that for no longer than 30 seconds when he said “okay, I hate to have sex and leave, but I’ve got to get home. It’s past my bedtime.”

He got dressed rapidly. There was no lingering kiss, no “oh, I wish I could stay”. Nothing. From orgasm to leaving my front door took less than 5 minutes.

I shut the door and thought “oh, frig”. While I was pretty certain I would hear from him again, his very rapid departure put me off-balance. I felt marginally better when he texted he was home and going to sleep, but couldn’t help wonder if that’s the last time I would benefit from Dan the plumber’s magic pipe clearing.

18 thoughts on “The plumber checks my pipes.

  1. Well, I hate it when they go so fast, or I have to go so fast. It’s happened to me a few times, with Mike and with the Bouncer. But they’re also good friends, and it’s not always like that, so I accept it for what it is. The other ones it’s happened with, there was no repeat. Not worth my time, or other things were off too.
    Looking forward to reading about how things progressed with the plumber. Or was it the one catfish who deserved a post all to himself?

    • Thank you, Charlotte. Dan wasn’t terrible at all so I hope he didn’t come across that way. He was a lot of fun until his rapid departure. I was thrown by it, but it was (and is) okay.

      • I just think you can do much better. Someone who treats you as well as you treat them! I just don’t feel like this guy is taking your feelings into consideration.

  2. I don’t hold Dan’s quick exit against him. The Hunter actually had a quick exit the first time we had sex. He fucked me twice and had to leave because he had to be at work by 6:30 (also a tradesman at the time). Good luck with Dan – he sounds like a good guy – attentive and generous in bed — all good things!

      • Well, here’s the thing – it’s okay if you’re a neat freak or germophobe, but it’s not okay if the person you’re with has a “slightly less” OMG-ewww reaction to it.

  3. Actually I do not know what to make of this. I get that he has to get up early but sometimes you just need to be grown up, suck it up and do whats right even if it means you lose an extra 30 minutes of sleep. I would not have hurt him to have some post coital play for 15 to 20 minutes even.
    The only thing I can think of is maybe he was embarrassed at how quick it was. Men seem to place a whole lot of ego on their dick size and their performance


    I get being sexually liberated, and cool with having sex without emotions and enjoying it. And I get that it can be awkward navigating post sex interactions. Easily can be too much cuddling and forced normalcy… but a LITTLE time together at least to acknowledge the intimacy of what happened? No? NO????

What do you think?