naked builders, a true story.
A memory from the mind of John Bellamy
Needing some building word undertaken in my flat in London ( Late 1980's ) was a thing I dreaded, as finding a decent builder who was good and reliable, as we all know, is hard.
So when I found a builder advertising in the gay press as ' London Building Guys' - I thought I'd give them a go.
Two tall handsome and built guys turned up and - well - my mouth - metaphorically - dropped open, as we talked about what I needed done, and all seemed well and perfect. They completely got what I needed, saw no problems at all and were ready to start within a week, and a price was agreed and deposit paid, and a date was set for the work to start.
They were also fascinated that I was a sex worker.
It was to be a two week job and this being mid June, it was going to be hot work. I was having the attic floorboarded and some dividing boarded walls put up and in the summer, the attic space was hot. I cleared out the areas needing the work, removed all the stuff out etc. and with baited breath, waited. Knowing how difficult it was to get decent honest and reliable builders, I was fingers crossed. Well, I needn't have worried. They arrived - promptly on time - and after a quick coffee, got down to work, and it was agreed that I would make them all the hot and cold drinks they wanted and also lunch every day to save them going out to a local chippie and they were delighted.
I didn't really see them much on the first day when they went up into the attic, I could hear them sawing and banging, and when they came up and down with supplies and rubbish, I was all eyes when on the second day, they were both just in brief shorts and the bodies on these guys. PHWOAR .....
'You don't mind if we work naked do you John'- one said on day two ' As it's like an oven up there.'
'Absolutely not - knock yourselves out - I am a naturist as well, so no problem.'
So from then on, they worked starkers and even they admitted it was a great turn on for them. They knew I was a sex worker and were fascinated by my stories.
And that's how it was for the next 2 weeks, two built naked workmen in my loft and I had to admit one day to them that as they came up and down the ladder going into the loft, that was one of my biggest fantasies, a real workman coming down the ladder naked and my face would meet their ass half way down and we would just wriggle and rim ... and while they laughed, they both agreed that - ' Nothings impossible.' and we laughed.
Later the next day - mid afternoon, on a particularly hot day, one of them called down the ladder and when I came out to see what he wanted - he told me to stay at the bottom of the ladder as he had something to ask me and he would come down, and then the fantasy became a reality. He came down the ladder naked, just with his workman's boots and belt on, and deliberately aimed his ass at my face and I rimmed his hot clean sweaty ass there and then, and OH MY GOD, I have lived with that memory for decades since.
It happened more than once and when I told the guys I was making a dungeon sex room up there, they were VERY interested and helped put up a glory hole wall within the space and naturally, both wanted to try it out for height, so on my knees and one at a time a workman's dicks came through the hole and - while the other was my side of the hole encouraging and even helping suck the dick, and yes, we all agreed after enough spunk had been swallowed and spilt, the holes were a perfect height.
When the job was finished and they left, we all were very happy bunnies as I gave them a real nice bonus for working so well and cleaning up after themselves, and a month later after the dungeon was now complete after I had painted it all black, hung mirrors everywhere, chains and all the equipped, they turned up one day to see what it was like and with all the trippy lighting, good sound system, mass of mirrors, chains, whips, toys and sex gear - they were blown away and naked so fast and this time we had the greatest sex - the three of us christening the dungeon play room for the first time and it was a dream come true. Time flew and we were sexing for over 4 hours, and I am glad to say, now and then, they would return out of the blue for another fun afternoon and - it just got better ad better.
Then I moved, and never saw them again.
But the memories are still clear and I even got a hard on while writing this. Memories. Memories.
When refurbishing Hamilton Hall I had tons of workmen doing various jobs and many were mouth watering but all, sadly, straight and very professional, but that fantasy that became a reality WAS a fantasy and has lived with me ever since.
John Bellamy
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