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In a cramped, dimly lit room, Timmy's rough, calloused hands work his meaty cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. A shadow moves, and suddenly, a stranger's tongue is on his balls, licking, sucking, driving him wild. Joeschmo, the anonymous enthusiast, relishes Timmy's raw, masculine scent, his tongue tracing the veins, teasing the sensitive spot where shaft meets head. Timmy's strokes become urgent, his grip tightening, his breath ragged. Joeschmo's tongue flicks against the slit, tasting the pre-cum, urging Timmy on. With a guttural groan, Timmy comes hard, his hot, sticky cum painting his abs, Joeschmo's tongue lapping up every drop.