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The gym's public bathroom, a haven for secret trysts, hosts another clandestine encounter. A solo stud, his body a temple of muscle, seeks refuge in the farthest stall. His hand, calloused from hours of gripping iron, wraps around his thick, veined cock. He jerks off, his strokes long and languid, his grip tight. The scent of sweat and sex fills the small space as he chases his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sound of the door creaking open breaks his rhythm, but only for a moment. He continues, his pace quickening, his climax nearing, his grunts echoing in the otherwise silent room.