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Under the watchful gaze of the moon, our mysterious stranger leans back against the cool brick wall, his large, veiny cock already rock hard and ready for action. He wraps his calloused, tanned hand around his thick shaft, starting a slow, steady rhythm. The night air is filled with the sound of his hand moving up and down, the slick sound of lube making each stroke easier. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking slightly as he gets closer to release. The dim glow of the streetlight casts long shadows, dancing with the movement of his arm, creating a scene of raw, primal pleasure.