Kyle Connors wrestles with a tattooed partner in a grimy locker room, his singlet clinging to sweat-slicked muscle while the other adjusts straps with rough hands. The air smells like damp fabric and leather as one kneels behind him, tongue probing his tight hole while fingers stretch him open. Lockers creak as they shift positions, the singlet slipping lower with every thrust, until the last of it drops to the floor.
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