In the privacy of his garage, Wankerdoug's boy seeks solace in his own company, his uncut cock yearning for attention. He sheds his clothes, revealing his smooth, bare skin and hardening length. He grips his cock, feeling the velvet softness of the skin over the steel rod beneath. The cool air of the garage contrasts with the heat building in his loins as he strokes, his balls tightening with anticipation. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he chases his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.