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The crisp night air does little to cool the man's burning desire to relieve himself. His pants are tight, his underwear soaked, and his cock strains against the fabric. The back stairs, dimly lit and rarely used, seem like the perfect spot to finally give in to his desperation. With a sigh of relief, he unzips, allowing his piss to flow freely, the stream glinting in the moonlight as it splashes onto the concrete, the sound echoing in the quiet night. His moans fill the air, a symphony of relief and forbidden satisfaction.