In Reesehunter's car wash, the men are as wet as the cars they clean. They lather up, their hands gliding over each other's bodies, tracing the curves of muscles and the lines of tattoos. The air is thick with the scent of soap and sweat, and the sound of wet skin slapping against skin. The men's cocks grow hard, tenting their briefs, as they grind against each other, their slippery bodies sliding together in the wet, sudsy environment.