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In the locker room, the air thick with the scent of men and their desires, a hairy-knuckled bear can't help but feel the fabric of his buddy's discarded boxers. The material, soft from countless washes and wears, bears the faintest scent of his friend's crotch. His own cock twitches in response, tenting his pants. He retreats to a quiet corner, unzipping, and begins to stroke, his eyes closed, imagining the feel of the other man's underwear against his naked skin. His hand moves faster, his breathing ragged, until with a final groan, he paints the inside of the boxers with his hot, ropey cum.