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A tradesman, his day's labor done, seeks refuge in the last stall of a deserted restroom. His calloused hands, still stained with the day's work, unbuckle his belt, pushing his pants down to his ankles. The grungy, dimly lit space offers no judgment as he grips his thick, veiny cock, pumping it slowly, savoring the contrast of the harsh, cold tile and the warmth of his own body. The sound of his ragged breathing fills the small space as he nears his climax, his body tensing, then releasing in a rush of satisfaction.