In a dimly lit garage, a lone figure strips bare, the cool air raising goosebumps on his skin. He picks up a gas can, the liquid sloshing inside as he pours it over his rigid cock, the fumes filling the air. He strikes a match, the flame igniting the gasoline, engulfing his cock in a dance of fire and shadow. His hand works furiously, the other reaching around to finger his ass, the dual sensations sending jolts of pleasure through him. The fire burns hotter, his moans echoing in the garage as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cock painting the floor with streams of cum, the fire flickering and dying as he collapses, spent and satisfied.