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A man, comfortable in his skin, takes the stage on May Day, his small penis a testament to his unique appeal. He sits on a stool, his eyes closed, lost in the melody of his music. His hand wraps around his shaft, slowly pumping as he lets the rhythm guide him. He leans back, his free hand tracing the lines of his body, pinching and squeezing as he gets lost in his pleasure. His strokes become faster, his breathing heavier, until with a final thrust, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints the floor with his release.