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As the sun begins to rise, a lone figure, anonymous and uninhibited, stands before an open window. The morning air is crisp, invigorating, as he grips his stiffening cock, aiming it at a waiting jar. The first streams of piss arc out, catching the early light, a golden cascade filling the container below. He groans, relieved, as the warmth of his morning release flows, the sound of his steady stream echoing in the quiet room. His body tenses, enjoying the sensation, the taboo of his morning ritual.