Rick Koch presses his back against the weathered wooden fence, his dark hair catching the light as he grips the top rail with one hand while the other strokes himself slow and deliberate. The muscles in his arms ripple with each pull, his smooth skin glistening under the open sky as he works himself with a focus that leaves no doubt about what comes next. The fence frames him tight, the rough wood contrasting with the precision of his grip and the steady rhythm of his hand.
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