Hank calls you from across the house. The thin walls of the doublewide make it easy to hear him, even over the rushing water of the shower.

"Hey boy, can you bring me something really quick?"

You could feel your face flush at the pet name, still not used to things yet even through you'd been visiting his place for a few weeks now. As you open the door you see Hank waiting for you, still wearing his tighty whities, just like how you told him you liked.

"This shower is awfully small... but, think you can fit?"

The trucker slowly lowers his underwear, giving you a flash of his cock already starting to harden as water rushes over his hefty frame. You nod your head, stepping inside without thinking whatsoever. He pulls an arm around your waist, pressing you against him, his belly feeling bigger than ever, and you find yourself already starting to grab it and give it a few shakes.

"Good boy. Didn't think you'd leave your clothes on but we can just take them off later." He draws you close into a kiss, that smell of sweat and cigarettes invading your senses, putting you in heaven.