Synopsis

"Everyone knows Blue Collar workers are the ones who always get the dirty work done. This brawny crew of working stiffs gets the really serious labor done – with each other – working on each other when they have a moment. Their daily grind turns into grinding, and they know how to sweat and muscle their way through their work-"loads." These are the rewards of their intense efforts.

Bo-hunk Bo Dean's got an itch down below and he can't wait to scratch it. The burly warehouseman tugs and pulls at his crotch, finally freeing his throbbing cock so he can start jerking off. And peeking round the corner is co-worker Heath Jordan who's getting a rise watching Bo stroking his bone. Attentive Heath can't watch any longer, because he wants to help Bo with his too. He's on big Bo in a flash sucking on his dick, almost gagging on its solid hugeness. Then with Bo lying across a bed of packing boxes, Heath climbs aboard for a ride. They continue fucking with Bo standing behind, digging in deep inside Heath's ass crack. Then the bearded brunet is down on his back with Bo standing between his legs, screwing him even harder. Heath strokes himself while his asshole is getting pummeled nonstop. Breathing harder and gasping, he finally shoots and coats his hairy stomach with cum. Then Bo, himself satisfied and ready to climax, pulls out and blasts his partner with a load.

Shay Michaels and Damien Stone are off the clock and make the most of their break time. Every second counts as they get busy sucking face. The guys rip off their shirts and press their hot bare chests against each other. Shay works his way down his coworker's torso. His tongue traces and licks Damien's fuzzy nipples and continues down across his ripped abs until he reaches his crotch. He pulls Damien's huge swollen meat out and sucks on it hard, servicing his pal the way real men do. Then, Shay hops on top of a stretched-out Damien, wrapping his hole around Damien's large tool and bounces on it like a crazed piston. They fuck some more with Shay on his back and every thrust Damien delivers causes him to cry out for more. In a display of coworker teamwork, the fellas then stand up side-by-side and begin stroking their rods, going faster and harder until they let go and spray the floor with their spooge.

Hunter Marx is really busting his ass loading up the truck with the day's deliveries. Luckily, Joaquin Ramirez interrupts the busy stud and suggests he take a break. Yeah, Hunter does need a breather and now he's got a sexy man to help him take a load off. Joaquin gets down on his knees to service Hunter's meat, drawing it in and inhaling the musky aroma of his sweaty crotch. Hunter's all smiles, enjoying the sensation of having the young man's lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. Soon it's the big guy craving a snack and he quickly slurps up a helping of ass as he begins to devour Joaquin's hole. After juicing up his buddy’s man cave with enough spit, Hunter steps up to fuck him. He grinds in slow and sure, then accelerates, going faster and faster. Both men are getting a workout and finally finish with Hunter the first to cum and Joaquin quickly answering with a hefty serving of his own.

Dominic Sol stocks the shelves speedily while Jesse Santana just slows him down because "ain't nobody watching, so why bust a gut?" Hmmm, idle hands are the devil's playthings indeed and Dominic is quick to sell his soul to his trouble-maker cohort so they can get down'n'dirty. Dominic gobbles up Jesse's hot rod, mouthing his pierced dickhead and stiff shaft with sinful gusto. Then he finds himself standing bare-assed with his trousers piled at his ankles and with Jesse's tongue darting in and out of his asshole. Jesse stands up behind Dominic, braces himself and begins to fuck him hard, his hips pounding aggressively. They carry on as they move into different positions and finally end up with Dominic down on his back. Jesse cums, shooting his wad. Then wanting to help his pal finish up, he sits on Dominic's face and watches him jack himself until he nuts all over."