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The locker room door creaks shut, sealing in the damp heat and the promise of something more. Our hairy, gym-honed stud steps into the communal shower, the tile cold beneath his feet. He turns the water on, letting the spray pelt his back, his hand wandering down to grip his hardening cock. He strokes it, his hips moving in rhythm, the sound of his pleasure mingling with the water's drip.