Carlo Masi stands in the woods, his bearded jaw tight as he adjusts the orange underwear clinging to his thighs, fingers tracing the taut fabric before slipping inside. Muscles ripple under his dark hair as he squats low, arms flexed behind his head, then locks his hands on his waist, each pose sharp, deliberate, the tattoos on his skin catching the dappled green light. Leaning forward with a slow exhale, his chest rises as he stretches, one hand resting on his knee, the other brushing his own length through the fabric.
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