In the throes of a relentless storm, the weary trucker pulls off the highway into a seedy, dimly-lit truckstop, the neon sign flickering "24/7" in a futile attempt to ward off the night's darkness. Inside, the air is thick with the aroma of stale coffee and the low hum of masculine voices. Among the weathered faces, a young, fresh one catches his eye - a smooth, lithe twink with a playful smile, his tight jeans leaving little to the imagination. The older man's heart races as he makes his way over, the younger one's gaze never leaving the prominent bulge in his faded denim.