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Barefoot and alone, he enters the bathroom, the silence only broken by the soft hum of the old pipes. He turns the faucet, the water filling the tub, and with a sense of forbidden pleasure, he unzips his pants. His cock, already semi-hard with anticipation, falls out, and he grips it firmly. Aiming at the water, he begins to piss, the stream strong and steady, the sound echoing off the walls. He watches, entranced, as the water in the tub turns a deep gold, the scent of urine filling the room, a primal, erotic odor that makes his cock twitch with desire.