The bricklayer's Virgin Asshole Is Broken The bricklayer arrived sweaty and muscular, his t-shirt clinging to his broad chest and his jeans hanging low, revealing his tight underwear. He looked at me with that naughty smile and said, "I'm here to... get my hands dirty." But the way he looked at me said otherwise. He unceremoniously removed his shirt, revealing his sweat-shiny abs, and came closer, his eyes hungry. "Today's a different job," he murmured, pressing his warm body against mine. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there, but he surprised me. He turned his back, lowered his pants, and spoke in a husky voice, almost a whisper: "Today I'm the one getting ripped apart. I want to feel you spread me wide open." I stared at that firm, pert ass, begging for attention. A rough, strong bricklayer, but with his virgin ass quivering with anticipation. I didn't think twice. I grabbed my favorite toy—thick, smooth, with the strap-on at the ready—and got ready. "Take it easy... I've never put anything in," he urged, taking a deep breath. "Relax," I replied, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Today I'm just going to play... but next time, I'll put in something that really makes you moan." I lubed him up well, gently sliding the tip in, feeling his entire ass shiver. His asshole was so tight, almost closing over the toy. But he didn't resist for long. When the first inch entered, he moaned softly, holding tightly to the wall of the unfinished bathroom. I thrust slowly, making room in that virgin hole, feeling every tremor of his body. He bucked up more, moaned, begged for more. He was ready. When I pulled out, he turned his face, his eyes shining, sweaty, panting. "I... want more. Call me again. Until you put a real, big cock in my ass." I smiled, slowly removing the strap-on and giving him a nice slap on the ass. "And it will be soon. Your training has only just begun, you dirty construction worker."