Hot Construction Crew
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Author’s Note: This is another (mostly) true story in two chapters from Palm Springs. I changed the names of the participants and a few other facts. I hope you enjoy and Happy Holidays!
I came into Palm Springs for Pride weekend in early November. Actually, my primary reason for going was to oversee the beginning of the remodel of my “butterfly” style mid-century home. Demolition work on the existing sunroom was slated to begin the Monday after Pride. The temperatures were so much cooler than when I had last visited during the summer. But they were still warm enough for sunbathing and yoga outdoors. Some friends and I went out to Palm Canyon road on Saturday night and watched Idina Menzel belt out an hour’s worth of songs. The bars were jam-packed afterwards and I ended up calling it an early night and headed home.
Sunday was a workout day at The World Gym (recently renamed to Steel Gym) followed by a call with my contractor to confirm details around the demolition work starting on Monday. I always get horny working out at the gym given the number of buff bodybuilders—at least 90% of whom are gay or bisexual. It’s a meat market of sorts but everyone is also pretty casual. On this Sunday, I saw a blonde muscle stud doing a set of tricep pushdowns. His blonde curls framed a handsome face with vivid blue eyes. The dude was shorter than me—probably about 5’9”—but had that gymnast physique. His shoulders, biceps and triceps were nicely shaped. With each tricep pushdown, I could make out a perfect horseshoe in his muscle. When he finished his set and raised his arms to do a tricep stretch behind his head, I could see he had cropped dirty blonde pit hair. Otherwise, he was hairless as far as I could tell. His big pecs pressed against his tight blue tank top. His muscled quads and glutes were defined. It all looked natural to me, but you never know. With veins popping, many of the muscle hunks in the gym look to be on steroids.
Not me, though. I won’t do that shit. I stand 6’1” and weigh about 185 pounds. I consider myself very fit in my early 50s. I keep my blond hair with specks of silver fairly short with a fade cut on the sides and back. I have blue eyes and a trimmed goatee that is almost all silver. My defined pecs are 46”. Like the kid, I have trimmed dark blonde hair in my pits. I keep the same color of hair in my pubic area neatly cropped. My thick 7” cut cock is better than average and I have—it must be said—huge smooth balls. At one point, I stared at the blonde muscle stud for a second too long, and he looked back at me. He smirked then winked before I could look away. It was almost like he knew me. In that moment, my dick began to swell, and I knew I wanted to fuck the hunk. But fat chance of that, I reminded myself. Looking away from the stud, I returned to my weight lifting regimen—making sure I hit all my upper body parts before leaving the gym.
After changing, I ordered a protein shake. It was strange I had fixated a bit on the blonde gymnast. Normally I prefer dark-haired men, including Latino and Black muscle hunks. I find Asian bodybuilders to be attractive as well. And if my partners like to wrestle, they get bonus points. I love taking down would-be Alphas. I’d had my share of blond men in my day but they were more the exception than the rule. Nevertheless, my cock kept thickening at the thought of the blonde gymnast/bodybuilder. I hadn’t seen him at the gym in the past. Maybe he was just there for Pride weekend, and I’d never see him again. I sighed as I picked up my shake and headed out.
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I was up early on Monday morning—wanting to get my caffeine fix and a yoga practice in before the contractor’s crew arrived to begin the demolition. Just as the sun was rising, I laid out my mat on the backyard patio and set up my iPad. Normally, I’d wear a tank and gym shorts for a practice but I had dawned my orange wrestling singlet with white piping down the sides. It provided more warmth as the temperature was still in the low-60s. The singlet fits my leanly muscled body perfectly, showing off my biceps, shoulders and quads. My yard is private so the only one I was impressing was myself. I punched up my YouTube app and found a yoga program taught by a sexy, dark-haired German guy. He teaches shirtless showing off his ripped, hairy upper torso. As he led me through some initial stretching poses, I found myself glancing at the bulge in his tight gym shorts. There was no way the instructor was soft. He knew exactly what he was doing to gay men like me. And sure enough, my 7” cock took notice and began to harden.
About halfway through the yoga practice, I heard the door bell ring inside the house. Shit, I thought to myself, the contractor crew was early. I paused the yoga video and went inside to answer the door. “Vinny!” the burly contractor in his late 40s or early 50s exclaimed as he saw me. He paused to take in my singlet then continued “Sorry, I hope we’re not too early. Were you…wrestling?” “Nah, Dusty” I replied, “Just doing some yoga in the backyard.” “Ah, I see,” Dusty said, “We’ll try not to interrupt you as we begin the demo. I got five guys on my crew and they’re all experienced hands.”
Behind Dusty, I could see four of the crew members—all fit-looking guys, probably in their 20s, exiting two trucks. They all appeared to be Latinos. All were dressed in cargo pants with tool belts. Two of them were wearing tight fitting black tank tops. The other two had equally tight fitting t-shirts. More eye candy, I thought to myself. “Good to know,” I said to Dusty and motioned him inside, “I assume you’ll start on the sun room demolition.” “Yes sir,” the contractor replied. The whole remodel idea had begun with the need to demolish and re-build the sun room after a termite infestation. (You may have read my earlier story about the sexy termite inspector.) The sunroom remodel had morphed into a larger plan to add a foyer, bathroom and laundry room.
The four Latino crew members filed into my living room. The tallest one must have been at least 6'3". Dressed in a black tank top, he had very defined light brown biceps. Both ceps had a vein running along the ridges. He had blue green tattoos running the length of his muscled forearms. The stud wore his long black hair in a pony tail. He must have been in his late 20s with green eyes and black stubble. I saw him staring at me and looked away. When I glanced back up, I saw the fifth crew member as he appeared at my doorway. Damn, I thought, if it wasn’t the blonde muscle stud from the Steel Gym.
Today, he was wearing a white tank top, which accentuated his pumped, tan muscles and blue jeans. He must be a local after all. The kid looked at me. He grinned slowly—obviously recalling our brief encounter the day before. I nodded back as Dusty said, pointing to the four Latinos “So Vinny, this is Jesus, Javier, Jose and Rico.” Rico was the tall, long-haired dude who had eyed me.
All four studs smiled at me as the contractor continued “And this is my son, Bobby. He acts as the foreman on my jobs.” From just inside the doorway, the blonde hunk grinned. His gaze took in my body in the tight orange singlet. I realized my cock was still semi-hard from the beginning of the yoga video. Bobby’s eyes widened as he saw the imprint of my cut cock head. I wasn’t sure about the other crew members, but Bobby definitely gave off a gay vibe. Maybe Rico was too.
The blond muscle stud looked back up again and asked “Wrestler?” “Uh,” I hesitated, “I do some wrestling, yes, but I was wearing this for a yoga practice outdoors.” “Got it,” Bobby said with an air of confidence, “I wrestled in college and high school when I wasn’t doing gymnastics.” “Oh really?” I said, “I wrestled in college too, but that was years ago.” I turned back to Dusty and said “I’ll get out of your way. Will be in the backyard finishing up yoga if anything comes up.”
Dusty nodded, and I turned to walk towards the sun room and double doors leading back out to the patio. Before I had taken a second step, I felt a hand land on my left shoulder. I looked back and saw Bobby. “Say, Daddy,” he said in a low tone of voice, “Maybe after the demo, we can grapple. I could probably teach you some new holds.” He winked. I was taken aback by his boldness. Trying not to show it, I flashed a cocky grin and said “So says the blonde muscle boy.” He smiled and withdrew his hand from my shoulder, “Yeah, you’ll love submitting to me, Daddy.” Over his shoulder, I could see Rico watching the two of us intently and palming his bulge.
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The construction crew worked super fast. By quitting time on the first day, they had demolished what was left of my termite-infested sun room and jack hammered up the tile floor and part of the patio. I had finished my yoga session without incident while sneaking glances at Bobby and Rico as they worked with the other crew members only about 20 yards away. I could see Bobby’s dirty blonde pit hair every once in a while when he raised his arms over his head. That would make his tank ride up a bit, exposing his cut, hairless abs. Meanwhile, Rico surprised me. My glimpses told me his pits were shaved smooth. It made me wonder about the rest of his ripped body.
Around 3:30 pm, Dusty showed up and told his crew they could knock it off for the day. Now dressed in a tank top and gym shorts, I thanked him for getting a great start on the demo. He said they’d be back early the next day and departed. The Latino crew members left quickly, including Rico but not before he gave me one more stare. Ok, maybe Rico was playing for my team after all.
Then I was alone in the house or at least thought I was. “Were you serious about wrestling, Daddy?” asked a voice behind me. I turned to see blonde Bobby. “I…I,” I stuttered then regained my composure. “Sure, Bobby, sure…if you want…if you want to become my Jobber Bitch.” I grabbed the front of my gym shorts for emphasis. Bobby snorted, “I'll pick up my gear.” He paused then grinned, “I might not have time to shower.” What had I gotten myself into?
(To be continued.)