Golden Shower Solitude

A lone figure in the dimly lit room, he stands, cock in hand, the scent of his own sweat and pre-cum filling the air. The sound of his zipper echoes as he pulls it down, releasing his hardening length. He strokes, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His other hand reaches for his mouth, fingers coated in saliva, trailing a wet path down to his balls, massaging gently. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar warmth spreading, his bladder full, needing release. He aims, a steady stream arcing out, splashing onto the floor, mingling with the pre-cum already there. His strokes quicken, the dual sensations pushing him closer to the edge. With a final groan, he comes, his cum mixing with the urine, creating a slick, messy puddle.

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