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Gezrin, the rugged, tattooed Geth, can't resist the allure of the human form. In the heart of the city, he spots a group of muscular jocks, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening under the streetlights. His gaze lingers on their chiseled forms, his own cock twitching in response. As the night grows colder, the jocks retreat to their locker room, but Gezrin's hunger is far from sated. He follows them, his eyes locked onto their retreating forms. Inside, he watches as they strip, their cocks hardening in response to his hungry gaze. Gezrin's own cock grows, a thick, veined monster that tents his pants. He strokes it, his eyes never leaving the jocks, ready to claim his prize.