Isaac Hardy stands in the steamy locker room, the hair dryer’s hot blast carving his damp torso as he wipes it with a towel, his muscular arms flexing with each pass. He adjusts his underwear with deliberate fingers before tossing the fabric aside, the small object clutched between his thighs hinting at what comes next. Lockers looming behind him, he dries his legs with slow, deliberate strokes, the heat of the dryer and the cool towel leaving his skin slick and exposed.
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