In the cab of his rig, the burly trucker can't resist the urge any longer. He unzips, his cock springing free, eager for attention. The hum of the engine vibrates through him as he grips his shaft, his fist pumping up and down. His thoughts drift to the last gay bar he visited, the hungry looks he received, the whispered promises. His strokes quicken, his body tensing as he nears the edge. His ass clenches, and with a groan, he comes, painting his chest with his load, the scent of sex and diesel filling the air.