Colin White presses his broad, pale chest against the locker room’s cold metal, his arms flexing as he grips his cock with rough, deliberate strokes. The black wristband cuts into his skin as he shifts between squats, legs spread wide on the bench, his muscles straining under the fluorescent glow. The water bottle in the corner stays untouched while his fingers work faster, the only sound the wet slap of his palm against his shaft.
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