Alone with the Iron, His Body Tenses and Releases

In the dimly lit, masculine bedroom, a chiseled, muscular man stands before the mirror, admiring his physique. He's alone, the house silent save for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. His hands, strong and veined, begin to explore his body, tracing the lines of his abs, the curve of his biceps. He's hard, his cock pressing against his boxers, tenting the fabric. He pushes them down, freeing his length, and wraps a hand around it, stroking slowly. His other hand cups his balls, rolling them gently. His breath deepens, his eyes hooded as he loses himself in the sensation.

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