Construction Zone 1 - Blue Collar Butthole

David Griffin drags Brandon Irons into a half-finished construction site. Sunlight cuts through dust while Irons backs up against a stack of lumber, boots still on. Griffin drops to his knees, peels those boots apart, then pushes two fingers straight up Irons’ hole without warning. Irons hisses, but the sound turns into a low growl when Griffin twists his wrist and sinks deeper. They stay locked there, one man’s fist half-buried, the other bracing hard on rough plywood. Griffin adds another finger, works the rim wider, and Irons reaches down to pump his own cock in short, sharp strokes. Sweat beads on Irons’ chest. Griffin leans in, bites a nipple, rolls it between teeth, then sucks hard until the skin reddens. Irons shoves a thick dildo into Griffin’s waiting palm. Griffin coats it quick, lines it up, and pushes. The toy slides past the knuckles still inside, stretching Irons open around both hand and silicone. Every thrust drags a grunt out of him. Irons jerks faster, boots planted, legs shaking. The heat in the unfinished room thickens, metal and wood holding the smell of lube and skin. Griffin keeps driving the dildo deeper, fingers still hooked inside, until Irons’ load hits the plywood in heavy, white streaks. He doesn’t pull out right away. He just holds Irons open, watching the muscle pulse around the intrusion, boots scuffing the sawdust floor.