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In the heart of the city, a young, black stud stands tall and proud, his body a testament to his athletic prowess. His hands, large and strong, slowly unbutton his jeans, revealing the waistband of his black boxers. With a flick of his wrist, he pulls them down, freeing his monster cock. It bobs heavily, already semi-hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He grabs it, his fingers barely meeting around its thickness. He starts to stroke, his grip firm, his pace steady. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, a look of pure pleasure on his face. The city noise fades, replaced by the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the sight of his cock growing harder, longer, ready for more.