A lone figure retreats to the dimly lit garage, the distant hum of the refrigerator his only companion. His heart races as he unzips his jeans, freeing his rigid, throbbing cock. He's been craving this forbidden release all day. He spits into his palm, lubing up his shaft as he begins to stroke. His other hand cups his balls, tugging gently. His breath hitches as he imagines forbidden scenarios, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. His body tenses, his ass clenching as he erupts, painting the cold concrete floor with his hot, sticky load.