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In the quiet of the morning, a tattooed jock rises, his muscular body already glistening with sweat. His cock, a thick, throbbing beast, stands at attention, demanding relief. He grips it firmly, his calloused hand sliding up and down the veined shaft. His abs contract with each stroke, his breath hitching as he nears release. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the smell of sex and sweat.