sal ganuth

Frank returns to the locker room from his workout and strips down, taking a drink before hitting the showers.
He spots something a bit odd out the corner of his eye and turns, “Someone’s left their kit bag out,” Frank says to himself. He shrugs his shoulders, “No matter, guess it’s safe enough in here.”
Frank takes his time rehydrating, unaware of the camera facing him, taking in his naked form, not that he would have minded anyway.
Frank is proud of his body, totally at ease naked in the locker room. Frank would hang nude 247 if he could.