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In a bare, dimly lit room, a ruggedly handsome man, anonymous and unencumbered, lies back on his bed, a tube of chapstick clutched in his hand. He squirts a generous dollop onto his palm, the cool, waxy consistency spreading between his fingers. With a hungry look, he wraps his hand around his thick, uncut cock, already throbbing with anticipation. He strokes slowly, the chapstick gliding effortlessly along his shaft, the friction just right. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur on his dick. He groans, his body tensing, but he won't let go, not yet. He wants to ride this wave of pleasure, to feel every inch of his cock slide through his slippery grip.