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Under the silver glow of a full moon, a lone man stands by the riverbank, the cool night air caressing his skin. His zipper descends, and he grips his stiffening cock, letting it hang heavy and uncut. With a sigh of relief, he begins to urinate, the stream arching gracefully into the water below. The sound of his piss echoes softly, and he smiles, enjoying the solitude and the simple pleasure of emptying his bladder under the stars.