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The locker room is empty, save for the echo of his ragged breaths and the wet sounds of his palm sliding up and down his rigid, uncircumcised cock. Beads of sweat trickle down his chiseled torso, mixing with the pre-cum dripping from his slit. He grunts, his ass cheeks clenching as he strokes faster, his hand a blur. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air as he finally lets out a guttural roar, his body convulsing as thick ropes of cum shoot from his cock, painting his abs and the cold tile floor below.