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Post-workout, the hunky athlete, his body a temple of chiseled flesh, finds solace in the empty locker room. He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of filthy thoughts. He unzips, his thick, semi-hard cock swinging free. He strokes it, feeling it grow, then, with a grunt, he starts to piss. The stream is powerful, arcs high, and splashes down, the sound echoing in the tiled room. He's not done yet; he turns, pissing against the wall, marking his territory.