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The air is cool, but his body is warm, his cock rock-hard, pressing against his boxers. He reaches down, tracing the outline of his stiffness, a shiver running through him. He strokes himself gently, his mind filling with naughty images, his pace quickening. He pushes his boxers down, his cock springing free, standing proud and stiff. He grips it, feeling the smooth skin over steel, his hand moving up and down, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nears the edge.