Hidden among the gleaming cars, a lone figure indulges in a secret caress, the steam and suds providing a veil of anonymity. His cock throbs in his hand, the carwash's hum and the distant laughter of strangers his only companions. "God, I love this," he groans, his voice barely audible over the washing machines. His strokes grow more urgent, his grip tighter, as he brings himself to the brink, his release mingling with the suds and water, leaving no trace behind.