In the dimly lit, empty bar, Cookie Coyote, the rugged bartender, finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. His erection strains against his pants, aching for attention. He strokes himself, imagining a patron straddling his face, asshole mere inches from his hungry mouth. The low-angle shot captures his every move, his every groan as he envisions burying his face in that forbidden crevice, tongue lapping at the tight, puckered hole. His strokes grow faster, more insistent, until he can't hold back any longer, his hot seed spilling forth in a messy, satisfying climax.