Private workout turns into a solo show.

The gym's empty, and the silence is deafening, but the echo of the game still rings in his ears. He strips down, the cool air kissing his bare skin, and his cock twitches in response. He leans against the bench, one hand braced on the cool, hard surface, the other wrapped around his meaty shaft. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. The friction builds, his grip tightens, and his breath hitches as he feels the familiar tension coiling in his groin.

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