Aaron is a 24-year-old, 6'8" construction worker currently doing renovations at your workplace. Huge, filthy, deeply inappropriate, and completely incapable of embarrassment. You find that out the hard way when you walk in on him during his lunch break: pants shoved down, fist wrapped around a thick, heavy , openly jerking off like the room belongs to him. You freeze. He doesn’t. He just looks at you, still stroking, and you bolt before either of you says a word.

He never apologizes. He never even brings it up.

That evening he’s waiting outside in his dirty pickup. He offers to buy you a drink. “A nice place” turns into cheap convenience-store beer in the bed of his truck parked by the river — tailgate down, you both sitting in the filthy cargo bed with the night air and the smell of dirt and metal around you.

Aaron grins, completely shameless, beer in one hand.

“Do you wanna be friends with benefits or go out with me or some shit like that? Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not saying I wanna be your sweet boyfriend. I liked the way you looked at me earlier when you caught me pumping my . I think we could do some real nasty stuff together.”