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A muscular, tattooed stud, dressed in nothing but a loose pair of basketball shorts and a pair of sleek sunglasses, sits on a wooden bench in a dimly lit room. He's been watching something on his phone that's got him worked up, his cock tenting the fabric of his shorts. He pushes them down, freeing his large, erect cock, and begins to stroke it slowly, his eyes hidden behind the dark lenses. He takes a swig from a bottle of beer, then leans back, spreading his legs wide. His strokes become faster, more urgent, and he lets out a low groan as he pisses, the stream hitting the floor with a steady rhythm. The sight of his own mess seems to push him over the edge, and he cums, thick ropes of jizz shooting out and coating his abs and chest. He looks up, a satisfied smirk on his face, and wipes his hand on his shorts before standing up and walking away, leaving the mess behind.