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In the dimly lit garage, a lonesome mechanic, his hands stained with grease and desire, unzips his overalls. His cock, hard and throbbing, springs free. He strokes it languidly, the cool garage air contrasting with the heat of his body. The scent of motor oil and sweat fills the air as he picks up the pace, his breath hitching. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he spills his load onto the grubby floor, leaving a glistening puddle.