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In the quietude of the early morning, a man stands at the edge of his bed, his morning erection tenting his boxers. He walks to the bathroom, the floor cold beneath his bare feet. He lifts the toilet lid, his piss already starting to flow, a golden stream filling the bowl. He sighs, the relief palpable, the warmth spreading as he continues to urinate, his eyes closed, lost in the moment.