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In the locker room, a young jock, still damp from his shower, notices the sly glances of the other guys. With a smirk, he retreats to a secluded corner, his hand already working at the waistband of his towel. His cock springs free, a monster of flesh that demands attention. He jerks off with expert precision, his grip tight, his pace steady. The room fills with his grunts, his groans, and the rhythmic sound of his hand meeting his flesh. With a final, guttural moan, he paints the locker with his load, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.