Eddie: The Yorkshire kitchen fitter.
I find the whole process of hiring tradesmen pretty stressful. Having a straight, overly masculine guy invade your home and space can be a bit unsettling for a gay guy. You never know how they'll react when they find out you're gay and there's the whole issue of making small talk when you don't have any interest in football, cricket or rugby: I find the whole thing a struggle.
Before I tell you what happened with Eddie, my kitchen fitter, let me introduce myself:
My name is Dave, I'm a 38-year-old single gay guy. I have my own home in Yorkshire in the North of England and have a good job most of which I do remotely from my office in the spare bedroom.
I was not relishing the idea of having a kitchen fitted. The mess, the inconvenience and the stress of having people in the house were all things that had made me put off the work for as long as possible. When one of my cupboards finally fell off the wall I knew it was time to sort it.
I researched and purchased my kitchen online, then set about finding someone to fit it. When Eddie came around to give me a quote for the job we hit it off immediately. He was in his early 50s, handsome in an older guy 'daddy' sort of way with a shaved head and piercing blue eyes. He was about average height, but solidly built. From his shape, you could see he worked manually for a living and I suspected that he was quite muscly under his work gear.
Anyway, we chatted as he looked around my existing kitchen and told me what needed to be done to get the old one out and the new one in and that it would probably take a couple of weeks from start to finish. He asked me if anyone else lived there, and I said that I lived alone.
"Not married then?" He asked me quite gruffly in his thick South Yorkshire accent.
"Nope," I said, "actually I'm gay". He didn't react (a good sign)
"Well good for you lad", he said after a moment. "I went through a divorce last year and would absolutely not recommend it"
He went on to tell me that he and his wife had just got bored of each other after their daughter had left home, and his ex-wife had recently gone to live down south with "a bloke she met on the internet" and that he was currently dipping a toe into the world of online dating. "It's hard work!" He informed me.
Eddie's quote for the kitchen was about what I expected, so we arranged that he'd start in four weeks' time. I was to empty the kitchen and have it ready for him. I'd be living off microwave meals in the living room for a couple of weeks.
Four weeks later, Eddie arrived on time. I let him in the front door and we pushed past the huge boxes containing the new kitchen, which were taking up most of the hall. I made him a mug of tea using the kettle which I'd hastily moved to the living room that morning.
"I'll be upstairs if you need me, I work from home," I told him.
"Great" he replied. "It might be quite noisy until I've got the old kitchen removed, but if I'm making too much noise just give me a shout and I'll do something else for a bit."
The next few days went as expected. Eddie arrived at 8 am, let himself in with the key I'd given him and left again at 5 pm. Between calls and work meetings, I kept him supplied with cups of tea and he'd occasionally shout up the stairs and asked me to confirm some detail about the kitchen.
Once such time he asked me to come down and decide whether I wanted white or chrome edging strips on the tiles.
"I'm not sure", I said, it's quite hard to visualise until the tiles are up.
Look here" he said, pulling out his phone and scrolling opening his photo app. He selected a photo and handed me the phone.
"This was a job I did for a couple over in Wakefield, their kitchen was similar to yours, I think the silver edging looks petty neat"
He was right, the kitchen did look good and I liked the band of shiny chrome that ran around the side of the tiles, halfway up the wall.
"It looks great," I said "Let's go for it."
It was clear from the photo that he took pride in what he did. "The whole thing looks amazing, I hope mine looks this good"
"It will," he said, beaming at me, his blue eyes twinkling with pride.
Automatically, my finger scrolled forward to the next photo, hoping that there would be another shot of the same kitchen. The photo that came up on the screen was not of a kitchen, it was of a penis. A big, long, girthy erect penis. The photo had been taken in a bathroom mirror and a pair of hairy, muscly thighs were also in the shot.
Eddie immediately snatched the phone back. "Shit!" He exclaimed, his face turning bright red. "Sorry mate," I'd forgotten that was there, online dating you know, sometimes you need to send to odd dirty pic out to a lady."
"Don't worry!" I laughed, secretly delighted that he'd confirmed that the beautiful big dick in the photo was his. "I know how it is, we've all been there". He was clearly uncomfortable, so I changed the subject, back to the kitchen and asked him if he wanted another cup of tea before I went back to make a work call.
That afternoon, I thought about Eddie a lot. I'd thought he was hot in a kind of 'DILF' way the moment I'd first met him, but as a gay guy, you fancy half of the uber-masculine straight guys you meet, but finding out how hung he was and knowing that even now, Eddie and his big cock were in my kitchen took my fancying him a little bit up a notch and made me horny.
Between work calls I played with my dick, thinking about what was in Eddie's underwear and what he must get up to with the women he met online. Just after 5 pm, Eddie shouted up the stairs that he was leaving, I stuck my head out of the office door and said I'd see him in the morning, trying very hard not to look at his crotch. When he'd gone and I'd heard his van drive away I sat back at my desk, pulling my trousers down and finally giving my cock the attention it had been wanting all day. I shot a big load thinking of Eddie.
A few hours later after I'd finished my 4th microwave dinner of the week and was washing the plate in the bathroom sink, my phone buzzed, it was a message... from Eddie. I dried my hands and sat on the toilet to read it.
"Hi Dave, really sorry about letting you see that pic this afternoon, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm so embarrassed."
Ahh, I thought. He is such a sweet guy. I really didn't want him to feel uncomfortable.
"Really Eddie, don't worry! I'm a gay guy, having dick pics on your phone is an occupational hazard! There's no need to apologise."
I hit send, and then, on impulse wrote:
"And you have a great dick" and hit 'send'
The reply came almost immediately.
A laughing face emoji and then "thanks mate, I've been told that actually"
