There is something about the men who drive those big rigs; scruffy, stubble-faced, deep masculine voices and tight, well worn jeans with bulging baskets. We have just such a specimen today and, even rarer, a red-haired version named Red. This 36-year-old long distance hauler is all man, all natural and was ready to drop off a load of a different kind. Opening his shirt, the auburn hair got thicker as it trialed down his flat stomach. Forming a perfect red triangle of fur over that heavy hanging beauty of a pole, that bush was the color of carrots and the stick dangling below looked just as tasty. Lying back on the bed, we noticed two things right away: First, his balls went from swinging in their sack to rock hard, high and tight almost immediately, as if the hours of vibrating on the driver’s seat had built up a load of epic proportions. The second was that the slit on his cockhead gaped open larger than we have ever seen before. Did Mother Nature do that to accommodate a larger than normal load?