The echo of distant traffic and the hum of an idling generator fill the air as our builder, clad in his dusty work clothes, seeks refuge in a forgotten corner of the site. His eyes dart nervously as he unbuttons his fly, allowing his enormous, uncut cock to spring free, already glistening at the tip. He tugs at his heavy balls with one hand while the other works his shaft, his breath quickening as he imagines a secret observer, adding a thrill to his taboo, public indulgence.