This morning I spoke with the landlord of the apartment I am renting and he told me that at the last hour of the afternoon the plumber would come to fix the hole that had been made in the kitchen ceiling due to some dampness. The landlord gave me the contact so I could keep it in my contacts and not ignore the unfamiliar phone call when he called to let me know he was on his way.

Pedro. The plumber's name was Pedro. A seemingly irrelevant and totally random detail, but it clicked in my head.

Not long ago, I had contacted for the umpteenth time on a vanilla social network with a Pedro, a neighbor from the area who looked like he did masonry or something similar. I admit that this Pedro turned me on a lot and awakened an incredible desire in me. A mature guy with a mustache, a belly from good living, and a more than acceptable-sized penis, all accompanied by a surprisingly well-preserved face and a devilish smile that was quite seductive.

Since generally, it doesn’t take much for my dirty mind to wake up and start traveling without any control, I began to think about how amazing it would be to open the door and have him appear.

Would he recognize me?

Would he remember me?

In case he did... would he like me in person?

Would he be discreet and not say anything to me, or would this end up as it should end?

And if he said nothing... would I, the shy introvert, be able to say something to him or would I let the opportunity pass?

That’s how I spent the whole morning, incredibly aroused and dripping, thinking about what clothes to wear, imagining him on the ladder looking at the ceiling with his penis at the level of my face while I wandered around, sitting him on the couch and enjoying his end-of-day scent while I gave him a blowjob, and, ultimately, a billion variations that always ended with his penis in my mouth and his cum on my face.

I even thought about, once the job was done (mine), taking a well-cummed selfie and putting it on his phone as a contact photo so he would have it as a memory. Such a thoughtful guy I am.

The hour arrived, and I could not be more nervous and excited. I ended up choosing beach flip-flops, slightly loose boxers as very short pants that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a tank top: just enough coverage while waiting for the macho plumber.

And finally, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and what had to happen happened. It wasn’t him. Not even close.

I led the guy to the kitchen, went to the living room with my phone, and started watching porn that was sadder than anything else. Damn dirty mind...

.............

If you liked it, give it a "like," comment, and check out my profile, as I have more :)