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The crunch of leaves and the scent of pine drive him wild, his cock aching in his pants. He spots a hidden glade, the perfect spot for his secret indulgence. Unbuttoning his fly, he frees his enormous cock, the cool mountain air making it even harder. He strokes himself, the sound of his hand moving up and down his shaft filling the quiet. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps. With a final, low moan, he cums, the thick, creamy load spilling out, coating his hand and dribbling down his shaft.