If you service the freak for petrol

You follow the fat nasty thing into his van. He pulls the curtains that blocks the outside view of what's going on inside. He begins undressing, and you do the same. The smell of his raw red and oozing flesh is nearly unbearable but soon you are naked and close, sticking your erection into the mass of scar tissue known as his ass, all this torment for the fuel to make it to work and back three times, and you're a fucking heterosexual!