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In the throes of a humid summer day, our anonymous stud finds solace in the sanctuary of his bathroom. His beefy frame glistens with sweat, beads trickling down his rippled abs, as he gazes at his reflection. His eyes lock onto his crotch, where a bulge strains against his damp boxers. With a hungry groan, he frees his monster, a thick, veiny beast that throbs in the cool air. He strokes its wet length, his large hand barely able to wrap around its girth. Pre-cum coats his palm as he works himself, his pace quickening, his breathing ragged. The room echoes with the sound of slick flesh slapping against slick flesh, a symphony of carnal pleasure.