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The man, dressed in his crisp work attire, leans against the cool tile wall, his body wracked with the desperate need to release. He's been fighting it all day, the urge to touch himself, to feel another man's touch. But now, with the door locked and the world outside muted, he can no longer resist. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular chest. His pants come next, pooling around his ankles. He steps out of them, his cock already hard, pressing against his boxers. He hooks his thumbs into the elastic band, pulling it down slowly, his cock springing free. He takes it in his hand, stroking it slowly, his eyes closed, his mind filled with fantasies of another man's touch. The sound of his own urination fills the room, but he doesn't stop. He continues to stroke, his pleasure building, his body tensing as he approaches his climax.