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The bathroom, a sanctuary for his secret indulgence, beckons him. He locks the door, the click echoing his racing heart. Unbuttoning his jeans, he frees his cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat within. He aims, the first trickle giving way to a steady flow of piss, the sound of it splashing into the sink a symphony to his ears. His cock pulses, the sensation of release intoxicating, the scent of his urine a perverse aphrodisiac.