Prevost, the seasoned trucker, can't hold it in any longer. He parks on a quiet, moonlit rest area, the hum of the highway fading into the night. Stepping out, he unbuckles, his zipper echoing in the silence as he whips out his cock, aiming at the ground. The hot liquid arcs out, soaking the earth, the scent of ammonia heavy in the night air. Little does he know, an unseen voyeur, parked nearby, is silently appreciating the exhibition.