Barry, alone in his dimly lit room, kicks off his shoes and unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock tents his boxers, straining against the fabric. He strokes it slowly, the anticipation building. He then squats over a bucket, his eyes closed, and lets go. A stream of warm, golden piss arcs into the bucket, filling the room with a rich, earthy scent. Barry moans, his body trembling with pleasure as he empties his bladder.