Whenever we get a roughneck like this, we make sure that he has all of the tools to succeed, but more often than not, they don't make use of them to better themselves. Just because you can hold down a day job for two weeks at a time doesn't make you a success in life. Like most people, he has dreams. But unlike the vast majority of hard working people in this society, he just doesn't have what it takes to make his dreams come true, even in part. Having been exposed to this population for years, we at the House know why, too. We try to impart our plain and simple wisdom to these guys, but sometimes it's like giving a free speech lecture to a Berkeley student - they just refuse to understand the concept. I knew before I walked into his room that he had been over at one of the local watering holes after he finished laying bricks (or whatever it is he does to earn his rent money). He was way too well dressed for outdoor work, that's for sure. He was smoking a cigarette in bed, too. I guess that explains the 15 burn holes in his bed spread. In order to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget, I made sure to treat him as roughly as possible. This roughneck gets slapped around, spat upon, and throat fucked, and he still looks like he's not quite sure what's going on . When I instructed him to remove his clothing, two things struck me. First, he has a delicious looking bubble butt. This is the type of butt that can only be gotten by hard work outside in the sun, because the contrast of the tan against his porcelain caboose is a true sign of a roughneck. Second, he has a tramp stamp, which I thought was peculiar. Usually only the ankle grabbers have those. When I got a close-up look at it though (as he was sitting his fine ass down on my cock) I saw that it read "High." LOL! It all makes sense. I'm sure that him and one of his skanks thought it would be cool to get matching tats on one of his fun Friday nights. I fucked the living daylights out of him. He was tighter at first than I thought he'd be, but he loosened up well. In addition, as I was putting him through the ropes, he was actually trying to keep up. He exerted quite the effort. By the time he had been riding my cock for minutes on end, the sweat was dripping down his brow. Hey, at least he isn't afraid of physical effort. I had him go ass-to-mouth on me a few times before I instructed him to get me off. Needless to say, he ends up with a big pond of cum on his tongue. Whether or not he straightens up and flies right, at least I know that there's a decent hole to fuck until he gets his shit together.