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The clock strikes five, and the gym rat returns, a veritable caveman in his hairy, sweat-soaked glory. He peels off his workout clothes, the stench of his exertion heavy in the air, a primal scent that speaks to his raw, untamed desire. His cock, a thick, uncircumcised beast, tents his jockstrap, and he frees it, running a calloused hand over the sensitive, veiny flesh. He cups his big, hairy balls, rolling them in his palm, his lids heavy as he loses himself in the sensation, the scent of his body driving him closer to the edge.