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The sun beats down as he sits on a rustic wooden bench, his pants around his ankles, exposing his saggy, hairy balls. He's been walking all day, his body coated in a sheen of sweat, his balls heavy and sticky. He takes a deep breath, inhaling his own scent, a mix of sweat, dirt, and the faint aroma of his balls. He runs his fingers over his balls, feeling their weight, their texture. He leans forward, his tongue darting out, licking his balls, tasting the salt and the faint tang of his sweat. He moans, his cock hardening, ready for more.