Lorry-Living's unnamed driver navigates the night highways, his hands gripping the wheel, knuckles white with tension. His mind wanders, recalling the soft curves of a familiar body, the scent of sweet sweat, the feel of hot breath on his neck. His cock throbs with desire, tenting his jeans. He pulls over, the truck's engine idling like his breath. In the dim glow of the cab, he frees himself, his hand moving in rhythm with the memories. He comes hard, his body shaking, his release echoing the thunder of the passing trucks. He wipes his hand on his shirt, starts the engine, and disappears into the night, his secret safe with the road.