This very adult 18+ tale, about a hot encounter between an older trucker and a younger biker, begins at a Montana truck stop.

“We could have some privacy in the sleeper of my big rig,” I said.
“Lead the way, trucker,” he replied.
* * *
“Yeah, see, all we're doing here is making sure everyone is gonna be safe on the road,” he said. He shook his head and laughed. “Life sure gets funny sometimes.”
“It sure does,” I agreed. “But there's good funny and there's bad funny, and this what we got right here? This is good funny."
“Right on, trucker,” he said. “Let's go have some laughs.”
We continued on our way across the lot to my blue Freightliner Cascadia and climbed up into the cab. I patted the mattress in the sleeping compartment behind the seats. He sat. I pulled the privacy screen closed...

The story ends the next morning a little ways west of Minneapolis, Minnesota.

“So long, trucker.”
“So long, biker. Ride safe.”
“I will,” he lied.
I could tell by the way he peeled out and popped a long wheelie before exiting the truck lot that he was not one to ride safely. I hope he's okay wherever he is. Goddamn, he was a wild one and sexy as they come.

In between, the old trucker's wildest sexual desires are fulfilled. He finds an almost spiritual level of contentment and comes to realize what a lucky man he is.

I never caught his name nor tossed him mine. I just called him biker and he called me trucker. A baby-faced twink from the neck up but a total stud between the legs, he rocked my world. I never saw him again, and I've never been able to forget him.

This book goes there! The depiction of male-on-male desires explored and acted on is graphic as can be and intended only for mature audiences interested in reading such material and who are over the age of eighteen. Not for the prudish or the squeamish!