It wasn't a difficult request to fulfill. He'd only been holding out in order to save himself some embarrassment. He'd gone too long without sex, but then it occurred to him so too likely had the stranger. Someone younger than him, in his prime. An unfortunate time for the world to fall apart, but he had to admit it was probably better than being dead. Especially when every once in a while, the day turned out not to be shit. He'd forgotten what he'd came for and instead got caught up in the moment.<br/><br/>Hips stuttered Dusty's release, thrusting deep and imagining he was ejaculating into the stranger and not the condom. The stranger took a bit more of his weight and his arm shook with tension as he continued to hold himself up, the motivating factor less so after the fact. If he'd wanted to hear him, he was mostly quiet aside from a few hisses and stifled moans. Decades of suppression turned to habit. Probably a good thing considering they were not exactly in a private place. That left him catching his breath after, a bit lightheaded. Chainsmoking did him no favors.<br/><br/>He took hold of the condom base, sliding his softening dick out of the young man without making a mess. He grabbed a roll of shop towels, ripped a few sections to wipe himself off, and tossed the rest of the roll to the stranger. He wasn't sure if he'd finished or not. Dusty hadn't made sure of it, aside from his participation in his own release. It was hot, cramped, and humid inside the truck even with the windows rolled down. Noticeable now that his cock was soft.<br/><br/>"Fuck," he grumbled as shrugged himself back into his pants, not bothering to button them all the way up as he kicked the door open. Outside, he lit himself a cigarette, looking out to their surroundings.<br/><br/>"Forgot what I was here for," he remarked to the young man.