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Ric Ashland, a vision of masculinity, retreats to his bedroom, the scent of a long day's work still clinging to him. He strips down, the dim light casting shadows that accentuate his muscular frame. His hand wraps around his thick, veiny cock, already semi-hard and aching for release. He strokes slowly, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasies. His breath deepens, his grip tightens, and his pace quickens. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet sound of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes. He grunts, low and guttural, as he nears climax, his abs tightening, his body tensing. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.