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"Chris," the stranger whispers, tracing the outline of Chris's massive cock through his shorts. Chris growls, "Don't start something you can't finish." Undeterred, the stranger drops to his knees, freeing Chris's engorged member. He takes it greedily, gagging slightly as it hits the back of his throat. Chris's hands fist in the stranger's hair, guiding him as he fucks his mouth. The stranger's own cock tents his pants, aching for release. Chris lifts him up, spinning him around, and bends him over. With a primal grunt, he slams into the stranger, filling him completely. The locker room fills with the sound of their flesh slapping together, their grunts, and the stranger's ecstatic cries.