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Far from the city, a young, hung stud sets up camp, the forest's serenity broken only by the sound of his zipper descending. His thick, uncut cock springs free, already rock-hard, as he leans back against a tree trunk, his hand stroking its considerable length. He closes his eyes, imagining nameless, faceless lovers, as his breathing deepens, his grip tightening. His balls draw up, and with a low guttural moan, he spills his load onto the forest floor, the birds above taking no notice of his solitary pleasure.