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The bathroom is his sanctuary, the scene of his secret rituals. Naked, he stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a man on the precipice of ecstasy. He grips his cock, feeling the pulse, the anticipation. A bead of pre-cum forms at the tip, and he smiles, knowing what's to come. He lets go, his piss flowing, the sound filling the room. He strokes himself, feeling the heat, the wetness, the thrill of the forbidden. His piss slows to a trickle, but his hand doesn't stop. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in gasps. With a final groan, he comes, his cum joining the mess on the floor, a testament to his solo, wet pleasure.