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The familiar, slightly uncomfortable feeling in his bladder builds as he sits alone, his hand resting on the bulge in his boxers. He unzips, and the warm, golden stream hits the fabric, spreading in a darkening stain. It's a naughty, exhilarating rush, this public exhibition of his private act. He continues, watching as the fabric darkens, feeling the dampness spread against his skin.