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Biting his lip, he grips the bedsheet, his body tensing as the first stream hits the fabric of his jeans. The warmth spreads, a dark stain blooming on the denim. He moans softly, the sensation of his bladder emptying, the wetness seeping into his skin, driving him wild. He grinds against the bed, his cock hardening, the scent of his own urine filling the room. This is his secret, his shameful pleasure, a private act of release that only he knows about.