Gary’s balls ached. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and checked the freeway ahead and the rear vision mirrors on each side of the truck cab, and the vibrations from the motor rippled up his legs and into his crotch. That’s what really gets a guy about pushing a rig solo. Sure, the loneliness is bad enough, but when the engine-throb starts crawling up into his nuts, that’s what really gets to him, especially when he’s kinda horny to begin with. Gary squirmed and dropped one hand to ease the pants - cramped pressure between his thighs, and his fingers outlined the swelling shaft of his cock and his slippery testicles. Christ, he was hard-up!
Freeways are the shits when you’re wheeling a diesel. Okay, so the road’s wide and fast and straight, but you never know when some asshole in a Chevy or Ford is going to make like it’s Memorial Day at Indiana. Also, there are the little old ladies who think thirty-five miles an hour is a safe...