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In the dimly lit, masculine quarters, a burly man, unshaven and rugged, stands alone. His calloused hands, stained with the grime of a hard day's labor, unbuckle his belt, letting his worn jeans fall to the floor. His cock, thick and veined, stands at attention, ready for the release only his rough hand can provide. He strokes it harshly, his grip tight, like he's wringing out a wet cloth. His breath comes in ragged gasps, the only sound in the otherwise silent room, as he chases his climax.