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The rhythmic clacking of the train tracks echoes his heart's beat as he unzips, revealing his stiff member. The cool night air kisses his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His hand, slick with sweat, grips his cock, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. The train's distant horn breaks his trance, but his hand continues, faster now, chasing the release he craves. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, painting the tracks with his essence.