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Jesse Prather, the seasoned biker, finds himself alone in his garage, surrounded by the hum of motorcycles and the scent of oil. He's dressed in his signature leather attire, the pants hugging his thick thighs and the jacket accentuating his broad shoulders. He's been riding all day, and the vibrations of the bike have left him aching for more. He kicks off his boots, unzips his jacket, and slides his hands into his pants, grasping his hard cock. He strokes slowly, feeling the heat building in his loins. He pushes his pants down further, giving himself more room to move. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he imagines the road beneath him, the wind in his hair, and the freedom of the open road. With a final, deep groan, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand and onto the garage floor.