In the dimly lit, cluttered garage, Daggerpounder's soloboy rocks out to the rhythm of his own desire, pants unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his erection straining against his boxers. He tugs at the waistband, letting his thick cock spring free, already glistening with pre-cum. With a hungry groan, he grips his shaft, stroking in long, firm strokes, his other hand cupping his heavy balls. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, lost in the fantasy of his own climax.