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Alone and unjudged, he stands before the mirror, his body a canvas. Unbuttoning his jeans, he lets his cock spring free, aiming it at the cold, hard surface. The first arc hits, then a steady stream, his piss splashing onto the porcelain beneath. Once sated, he turns the faucet, the cool water washing away the evidence, leaving him refreshed and unburdened.