The beefy construction worker steps out of the job site trailer during his lunch break, sweat staining his hi-vis vest and dust coating his massive forearms. The skinny office twink from the adjacent building has been watching him through the window all week, and today he finally worked up the nerve to bring him a cold drink. The worker takes the drink, pulls the boy inside the trailer, and locks the door behind them.
The worker strips off his vest and tank top, revealing a barrel chest covered in dark hair and abs thick with working muscle. The twink drops to his knees without being asked, unbuckling the dusty work jeans and pulling out a thick, heavy cock that smells like honest labor. He worships it with his mouth, gagging on the girth while the worker’s calloused hands grip his hair.
The worker bends the twink over the blueprint table and yanks those khakis down to his ankles. He spits on his raw cock and pushes inside the office boy’s tight, pristine hole — the contrast between the rough, dirty worker and the clean, smooth twink making every thrust more obscene. The trailer rocks on its foundations as the beefy man pounds the twink across the blueprints, papers scattering to the floor. He breeds the boy deep and fast, dumping his thick load inside just as the lunch whistle blows.
