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The pulsating beat of the club fades as he pushes open the heavy restroom door, his heart pounding in his chest. He's not here to piss, but to indulge in a forbidden fantasy. He unzips, his thick, veined cock springing free. He leans against the wall, his hand wrapping around his length, slowly at first, then faster, more urgent. The risk of getting caught only heightens his pleasure. He can feel it building, his balls tightening, and with a low groan, he releases, his cum shooting out, coating his hand in thick, white ropes. He takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping his hand on a nearby napkin before zipping up and disappearing back into the crowd.